The Pandion Prophecy ... Part 7

Welcome, and thank you for visiting the continuing story of “The Pandion Prophecy.” There are eight chapters in all.

A link to the first chapter appears below.


The music videos at the end of each chapter are an integral part of the story.

(If a few weeks have passed since reading previous installments, readers may want to skim quickly through Chapter 4 as it may re-acquaint you with some background info that pertains to the following chapter. My deepest appreciation to those who have been kind enough to take an interest in this story.)

Traffic was sparse on the back roads after the rainstorm. Water from the sky lingered in shallow ponds and inlets that spilled across layers of worn asphalt, as errant pockets of mist plumed upward in the distance.

Gloating with obvious pride, Ethan Lynch glanced at the carbon steel that held Jack's wrist to the steering wheel. He was pleased with how his element of surprise had bettered the detective. And he enjoyed watching him when he called his home and spoke to his housekeeper while pretending to be Sgt. Jim Kelly. Carrie promised she would relay a message to Kate that Jack was on his way to the beach house. He would meet her and Ray there, along with the Kelsey brothers and the sergeant. "Jim" ended the call by stating he was leaving the crime lab. He was careful to add that Jack was exchanging his cell phone and would contact his wife with the new number.

Jack's eyes darted to the Glock 23 pointed at his head. The detective was left-handed and strong. Estimating his odds, he knew the number of seconds it would take to wrench the pistol from the agent's grip without taking on a fatal bullet. The only weapons in his arsenal were time, the conditions of the road and any weaknesses in Lynch he could use to his advantage. He lowered the driver's window and breathed in the earthy, after-the-rain air to sharpen his senses. "You said at the diner that these alien beings or life forms -- this wasn't their first visit. What are these things...where do they come from and what do they want?" he asked.

"They are celestial travelers -- phantoms with no quantifiable purpose. There is nothing more for you to know."

"You're not with the Justice Department of the FBI."

"No. The functional branch of our organization is classified. It's existence is known by relatively few to obscure our research into this and other phenomenon. Don't look so startled, Baron," he added, grinning. Uncle Sam's been engaged in these activities since the emergence of the Cold War back in '47. Our ability to collect and evaluate data has become so vastly sophisticated, it's beyond your comprehension. We can calculate probabilities and outcomes of various occurrences in ways that stagger the imagination."

Jack steered his Chevy Suburban through a flooded hollow in the road, hoping for a jolt from a hidden pot hole. "Misrepresentations of natural phenomena. That's how you people discredit reports of extraordinary events. Why did they take your brother?"

After a tense quiet, Lynch said, "They don't travel alone; there's usually a trinity of them that arrive at the same time in different parts of the world. We've tracked two of their visits since my brother was taken -- not counting this recent appearance. In all that time, only one other young man was taken. They only take the young and the my brother, Nathaniel. Nate was an emergency physician at Brunswick Hospital in Maine -- overworked to the point of exhaustion. My brother was too compassionate for this world; the pain he witnessed daily was too much for him. The ED was pure chaos one night following a fire in a tenement building. Nine people died. Nate lost a two year-old boy from smoke inhalation, felt powerless and blamed himself..."

"I don't follow. When did the travelers take him?" demanded Jack, trying to goad the agent into carelessness.

"I'm coming to that." Annoyed, Lynch continued. "Nate became severely depressed and isolated himself after the death of the boy. I monitored him fairly closely but didn't find the suicide note until it was too late. I figured where he'd go to end his life...a lonely stretch of beach he used to frequent at a nearby cove. When I got there, I ran to one of the high dunes and looked down to see a massive wall of energy with swirling tentacles of color enveloping my brother -- almost as though it was devouring him. Within seconds they were gone, leaving only the chest Nate had apparently pulled from the sand. I kept the thing hidden until I reburied it farther down the coast as bait. I knew they'd return to claim it."

"But you don't know what the chests are for..."

"No one knows. They all disappeared. My colleagues don't know I had the only one. It was impossible to open. I moved the chest three times to avoid encroaching land development. I finally ended up burying it here two years ago. And I waited. This stretch of coastline was undeveloped then and my calculations..."

Jack stopped his vehicle suddenly and veered it onto a narrow shoulder. Staring out of the windshield, his voice went cold. "The Stiegel's bought that land eighteen months ago and built the small cottage for their retirement, you son of a bitch. The keys -- the ones to the stolen Mercedes in Tucson that ran them over," he said, turning to the agent. "That's where you made your mistake."

The furtive look on his captor's face told Jack what he already knew. He was sitting next to the man who killed Ray's parents. For months following the accident, the detective tried to make sense of where the keys were discovered. There was no cause for the drifter to pocket them, thus tying himself to a damaged hit-and-run vehicle that was out of fuel. Jack had long suspected that whiskey was added to the scene as a smokescreen. The killer could have emptied what was left in the gas tank, then walked to the spot where he disposed of the vagrant in the desert and planted the owner's keys for the authorities to find. The murder required meticulous preparation and timing. The only missing element was motive.

"The Stiegel's were in your way, " he grunted. His right hand balled into a fist that chafed against the metal cuffs. "You couldn't risk moving the chest again, or its discovery. Your pathetic calculations and probabilities of when the travelers would return weren't enough. You wanted control."

The fear faded from Ethan's eyes that fixed on the detective with a probing stare. "Interesting theory...and one you can't prove."

"You're right," lied Jack. "But nothing will change the fact that you're a killer." As the memory of the photographs taken of the accident pulled at this thoughts, so did the words Ray spoke from his hospital bed the day before, like missing parts of a puzzle: "That thing on the told me not to see. ... broken pieces of time." Lynch never asked him any details about the Kelsey brothers' findings or the chest in the sand. Of the travelers his agency had tracked in the past, his knowledge of what the other victims had witnessed in the torn images from time suggested otherwise. What he wanted to know from Ray was far more ominous than a means of seeking vengeance for his lost brother. It was what he saw.

"Truth is a malleable thing, Lieutenant," said the agent, aiming the gun at his chest. "Now get moving."

Jack released the brake and returned the car to the blacktop. The drive resumed in strained silence until he turned into the private lane leading to the beach house. Spotting Kate's car, his heart swelled in his throat.

"We can't have anyone seeing those cuffs." Lynch instructed the detective to stop, then handed him the key. "If you so much as twitch, the first two bullets will explode into your chest. The rest of the clip I'll empty into your wife and your friend."

With sweating hands, Jack unlocked the restraints and dropped them to the floor. He inched the Suburban forward and pulled into the parking space alongside Kate's car. He could see her on the beach below, standing near Ray and a man who was sitting on the retaining wall. Although the man's face was strangely pale in the bright sunlight, Jack was startled to recognize Mark Faraday, the young resident from St. Johns.

Ethan Lynch saw someone else. From deep within what remained of his soul issued a shattering, painful cry. He bolted from the car and ran down the footpath to the beach, dropping his gun to the sand. He reached the wall and fell to his knees.

The detective was seconds behind him. He picked up the pistol and ran toward Kate, who rushed into his arms. "It's alright, Jack. Put the gun away. Please."

"Katy, you don't know what he is...what he's done."

"But I do. Ray told me what happened." She gestured to the traveler sitting on the wall, the same changeling that had visited her uncle less than an hour before. "They're us Jack!" she said, her eyes moist...her smile, radiant. "They're part of us, and more. He was here when we arrived. He's been protecting Ray all along. Remember how odd we thought it was at the hospital, when the ED physician was already waiting for us in his office? It was him -- not Faraday."

Jack stared at the ethereal incarnation of Dr. Nathaniel Lynch. Without the black-rimmed glasses, on the surface, Jack could see the entity's resemblance to his brother. He imagined how Ethan's features might have looked as a much younger man, without the hardened seams of desperation and bitterness. The crystalline eyes of the traveler were astonishing -- nearly too beautiful to behold. Never before had the detective seen such a depth of compassion and serene clarity. He gasped, the gun slipping from his hand, as he gazed into endless portals of fluid light that seemed to voyage past the beginnings of time.

Numb with shock, the agent tried to separate his brother's face from the image before him. "Nathaniel. Nate? But they took you. I was there!"

"No, Ethan. It was a choice. It is always a choice, and rare even then." When the traveler lowered his eyes, Lynch glimpsed into the windows and mirrors of his soul. The shame he felt was crippling. He collapsed, sobbing, his body, bent with despair and remorse.

Ray quivered slightly as he stared at the figure cowering in the sand. He walked over to the agent and knelt down beside him. Taking a deep breath he said, "I promised my parents I'd forgive you. It's part of the reason you're still here." He then looked up at the traveler. "The whispers that are with you, part of you...the ones I couldn't understand..."

"All of life has what you call a voice. For mortal humans, the wind and the waves and the living within do not speak. Is only your voice so meaningful in the measure of time? They were here before you and have witnessed that which you do not yet comprehend," he replied. "Without them, you cannot exist." He tipped his head to the sky. "There is no beginning or ending of only one universe as you tend to imagine it. Who and what you are when this journey ends, knows no ending."

"Your visits...why have you come to us?" asked Jack.

"To give back what has been taken."

"What we have taken?"


Kate nodded with understanding. "The sand lances...what was born from the chest."

"Yes, and more. It is not always the same," he said, peering at the ocean waves. "This blue -- if the way of life ends it may begin again, but not here."

The traveler explained how they had visited the earth for centuries. To the shores of continents, nations and more, the guardians of life came. Their numbers had dwindled in recent decades and would continue to diminish until they were no longer needed. Of the three that had arrived the day before to bestow their gifts along the coasts of Massachusetts Bay, South Devon, England, and the Cape of South Africa, only he remained.

"When will humanity finally achieve whole peace and harmony?" Kate asked.

"When they are no longer words. The answers humanity searches for are everywhere. Only one thing stays you from the realm of discovery." He looked at the agent, still weeping in the sand. "Your disdain for the knowledge you seek." Smiling at Ray, he said, "It is time."

Rising to his feet, Ray saw the concern on Jack's face. He shook his head. "They're not here for was never me. But our traveler has to leave. He can't survive much longer in his present form."

The thick breeze from the ocean stilled suddenly, poised on the margins of time. Slender shards of light split the pungent air, beyond which a gateway began to appear. As Ray turned his friends away from the specter that was about to emerge, the traveler's gentle voice echoed behind them...

"I knew you would come, Ethan. Are you ready to give back what you have taken?"

Music composed by Hans Zimmer; video created by Xavier P of YouTube. No copyright infringements are intended.

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

I hope those who experienced the winter storm, Jonas, have managed to stay safe and warm. The levels of snow and heavy winds were considerable. Many are still digging out from three feet of snow. I suffered a back injury when shoveling less than of the foot of Mother Nature's icy-white calling cards. My fault, completely; I wasn't being careful. I had already loaded this installment onto Hubpages, so I had only to hit the publish button. But in light of my recent foolishness, I'm not sure when I will be able to respond to all of your comments. I'm so sorry.

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mckbirdbks 10 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Oh, Genna, so sorry that you hurt yourself fighting off Mother Natures gift. So cleaning gutters and shoveling snow are on your list. (You need to renegotiate a new list.)

Many things come to mind reading this installment. First, 'Are you working on the screenplay."

The intern at the hospital was not on my radar screen. Some detective I would make. I see those loose ends being pulled tightly together. I have been suspious of Lynch since his name sunk in as a character.

There are some classic lines here (your writing excells.)

I don't see how you can conclude this story. Did you mention somewhere this is part two of a trilogy?

No need to answer. Take care of yourself. I almost called out the troopers to see what happened to you when I did not see the publishing notice this morning.

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marcoujor 10 months ago from Jeffersonville PA

I'm sending positive thoughts and hugs - take good care of yourself, dear Genna.

I'm also hoping this is a trilogy, as I hate to see this story end. Love and hugs, Maria

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billybuc 10 months ago from Olympia, WA

So sorry to hear about your injury, Genna. Get better soon and don't worry about responding to my comment. It would just be another superlative anyway, and I'm sure you are bored hearing what a terrific writer you are. I've written articles about how to write the opening paragraph, that it must have the "dazzle" factor...that you have ten seconds to capture your do it every single time. Your first paragraph is exceptional once again, my friend.

blessings always

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Jut a quick thank you; I'm heading to doctor's tomorrow. Off my feet. More later. :-)

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always exploring 10 months ago from Southern Illinois

I'm so sorry you were hurt. So many around died from heart attacks while shoveling snow. Take care and get well soon. I must confess that I was completely surprised at the ending. Your story had all the elements of a terrific suspenseful movie. Your writing is beyond good. It is excellent! I admire any writer who can write a continuing series. I could never do it. Warmest regards and hugs.

DnWW 10 months ago

This is a best seller Gen. The hint you gave in part 6 was sublime. Lynch looked familiar to her and she thought of Dr. Faraday. That Lynch's brother was taken told the story. You leave little clues throughout a magnificent theme but I was surprised how much of an sob Lynch turned out to be. The whispers Ray could understand were his parents. The travelers are beautiful and heartrending. This line tore into to me:

Their numbers had dwindled in recent decades, and would continue to diminish until they were no longer needed.

Top notch writing. Take care of your back dear lady. Tell Sosh he should help more.


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ocfireflies 10 months ago from North Carolina


Wishing you a speedy recovery. We got hit hard by the Jonas Bliz as well. I have been gone for so long, I had to go back and start at the beginning. And WOW. What a ride. This is such excellent writing, and you do it with such ease. I look forward to where all of this intrigue leads and will continue to pray for peace and harmony. Smiles.

Blessings My Friend,


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AliciaC 10 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

I hope you feel better soon, Genna. Thank you for another gripping installment in your story. I'm very interested in seeing how it ends!

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

@Mckbirdbks: Hi Mike. It's a herniated disc, although I'm still unsure as to what that means; the appointment was so rushed. The assembly medicine we are subjected to these days can be so annoying. I'm taking things slow. Thank you, my friend, for your kindness, and for staying with the story. Your praise means a lot to me.

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Marcoujor: Thank you, Maria. This was the hardest chapter to write -- aside from the research in 4-5 paragraphs in previous chapters. (I'm still not happy with it.) I appreciate your kind and healing words, and for staying with this story. Hugs.

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Billybuc: I respect you so much; not only for talent and creativity you to bring to this community, but for your support and encouragement. I only hope the final chapter is worthy of such praise. Blessings, my friend. -)

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Gypsy Rose Lee 10 months ago from Riga, Latvia

Hope all goes your way and you are up and about again. Great writing!

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

AlwaysExploring: Thank you, Ruby. I've learned my lesson about being more careful. These storms cause injury, and far worse. I so appreciate your kind words and support. Hugs, dear friend.

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

DnWW: Hi Dana. Your comments are so kind; thank you. And thank you for that line; it had a typo of which I was not aware, which I fixed this afternoon. You are so perceptive with your comments. They always make my day. It wasn't the fault of Sosh. I was shoveling snow on the steps before the shovelers arrived, before it froze even further. I dislike having sand and salt sprinkled on the steps for fear of tracking remnants of the stuff into the house. I slipped and fell with my back hitting the steps. Lesson learned. Hugs.

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

ocfireflies: Hi Kim. What a pleasure it is to see you. The back is not as bad, but still has healing yet to do. I'm trying to take things easy, and not exacerbate the problem. The mid-Atlantic states were hit pretty hard by Jonas; I hope all is well with you, my friend. Thanks so much for the interest in Pandion; I welcome any thoughts you have on the ending. :-)

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

@AliciaC: Hi Alicia. I look forward to your thoughts on the ending. Thank you for remaining with the story. :-)

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Frank Atanacio 10 months ago from Shelton

even some of your lines stills me: ( Slender shards of light split the air, beyond which a doorway began to appear )... You are handling this series like a professional writer Genna East

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Gypsy Rose Lee & Frank Atanacio: Thank you Rasma and Frank. I hope you enjoy the ending. Happy Friday! :-)

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Jodah 10 months ago from Queensland Australia

Sorry to hear you injured your back Genna. I hope it has improved. This has been an amazing story and I commend you for putting something of this magnitude together. A very professional write.

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Hi John, and thank you for those encouraging words. I hope you enjoy the conclusion of the story in chapter 8. The back has improved, but I have a way to go yet. :-)

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bravewarrior 10 months ago from Central Florida

Genna, I'm sorry to hear about your pain. I've been experiencing sciatica pain lately, although it's subsided quite a bit in the last few days. I remember years ago when I had a muscle spasm, the x-rays revealed a slightly herniated disc. I've been oscillating between ice packs and heat. It finally seems to be under control. Wearing flats instead of heels has helped as well.

I hope you find relief soon.

So, the beings are here to protect the Earth and save it from what we humans have taken from it. We've done so much damage. I truly hope these being exist.

Contrary to what Ethan thought, they don't take the weak. They take those who are strong enough and compassionate enough to repair/restore life on our planet. Now that they have a few guides, it seems they are calling those who have been the most destructive and giving them a chance to redeem themselves. That's the only reason I can fathom for asking Ethan to join them.

But one mystery remains: the box. What's in it and what will happen to earthly life once it's opened?

I see you have a link to the final chapter. I'm ever so curious, but don't want this to end, so I'll read it as it appears in my inbox. I'm having to play catch-up with my hub mail, so I'm starting with the oldest and moving forward.

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Bravewarrior: My back is better; I'm working from home in short spurts which helps tremendously. Thank you for your concern.

You are spot-on on with many of your perceptive comments. What was released from the chest became the sand lances that appeared off of the three distinct coasts -- a new species -- simultaneously. (I added a couple of words in this chapter to make that more understandable. Thank you.) Our perception of time and the time we have during our earthly journey plays a huge role in Pandion. For example, the traveler's comment about what we take with us when we leave this journey, never ends. Also his comment that their numbers had decreased in recent decades and what that meant. "If the way of life ends, it may being again but not here." And Carrie's comment: "Everything we do or don't do affects everybody else; we're just not awake to it."

Kelsey's love of photography when he was taking photos of the chest in that it captured a moment in time that would never come again. When we look at his photographs, we are looking into the past -- as with the images captured by Hubble but on a much more profound level. The black and white TV shows that played in a looped sequence at the diner; the Hubble telescope captures images in black and white or gray before they are filtered into composite colors; and the reason why Zimmer's "Time" plays three times throughout the story with different images in the video, in a looped sequence. There's much more, but I think I'll stop there. There are a number of connecting, inter-folding elements and layers within the story. As Will Martin said, "Everything exists in relationship."

Thanks so much for staying with the story. I hope you enjoy the ending chapter. Your visits are special, and your observant comments always make my day.

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FlourishAnyway 9 months ago from USA

I'm curious to see what happens next. You're an excellent writer, Genna.

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Genna East 9 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Thank you!

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Faith Reaper 9 months ago from southern USA

Dear Genna,

So happy your back is doing better! Take care of yourself.

I love the depth you have taken us here in your wonderful series. Time is a mystery and I love how you have told that once we leave this earth, it is not the end ... There is so much mystery in this life that our little minds cannot even begin to comprehend and you have revealed that here.

Exquisitely written once again, dear lady.

Peace and blessings and healing

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Genna East 9 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Thank you, Faith. The back is much better. I always enjoy your special visits; and your encouragement means a lot.

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mckbirdbks 6 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

You work so hard. This polished version just shines. You moved the stepping stones closer together, so that we readers had an easier time of it.

There are expressions in your work that are masterful.

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Genna East 6 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Hi Mike. Thank you. I like the expression, "moved the stepping stones closer together." Coming from a writer I respect and admire, your comments are more encouraging than you know.

I only wish I had more time to write. I'm still polishing "Amid the Streams" -- the 2nd story in this 3-part trilogy -- before my editor does a slice 'n dice of the book. I'm not complaining, as good editors are worth their weight in gold.

Hope you had a wonderful weekend, my friend.

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FlourishAnyway 6 months ago from USA

Mindbending, stretches the mental muscle.

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Genna East 6 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Thank you, but I hope that it does not go too far in the stretch. :-)

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cam8510 4 months ago from Columbus, Georgia until the end of November 2016.

And last, but not

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Peggy W 4 months ago from Houston, Texas

I am glad that your back is healing. That must have been so painful! This chapter was so interesting! I have often thought that if aliens were visiting us it would be to monitor us from afar because we are so quick to war with one another. I like how this is going and will hate for it to end.

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Genna East 4 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Thank you, again, Chris. Peg, I have often thought the very same thing. Good to see you, and a heartfelt thank you for staying with the story. It's not an easy story to understand.

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