The Pandion Prophecy ... Part 8

Welcome, and thank you for visiting the final chapter of “The Pandion Prophecy.”

A link to the first chapter appears below.

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

Jim Kelly turned his vehicle onto the sandy lane leading to Ray's beach house. In an abrupt panic, he jammed his foot against the brake pedal as he watched a spiral of brilliant color shoot upward toward the sky, then fold inward as though consumed by the surrounding air. Catching his breath he accelerated sharply until he brought his car to a skidding halt in front of the cottage. He shut off the engine, drew his gun and ran to the beach to see Kate, Ray and Jack, helping each other up from the sand.

"Jesus...are you guys okay?"

Jack looked at his wife and friend. They conveyed to each other in meaningful silence a stable of emotions that flowed within, from elation to sadness. "Well, that depends on your definition of the word," he replied, brushing the grit from his hands. "It's good to see you, Jim. I assume Carrie got a hold of you. With her instincts, I figured she might. Agent Lynch is the one who called her."

The sergeant holstered his gun. "I had a feeling he was involved somehow. By the way, Carrie wasn't alone in her hunch. Kate, your Uncle Will called her soon after you left his house. He was very worried." His voice dropped when he saw the expression on the detective's face. Spotting the Glock pistol in the sand, he recalled the explosion of light that had disappeared in the sky. "What went down here, LT? And where's Lynch?"

Inhaling the humid scents of the ocean, Jack put his arm around Kelly's shoulder and said, "Ethan Lynch is gone. He made the right choice. It's a long story. Before I begin, do you remember what you said this morning about needing a double shot of whiskey? I think Ray might have some in the cottage."

As Jack guided the sergeant up the footpath, Kate and Ray sat down at the base of the retaining wall.

"Are you sure you're all right?" he asked.

She nodded, her eyes heavy with tears. "I trusted the traveler, but I was frightened when I began to sense the gateway opening up behind me. The force of energy that seized the air was so powerful -- exactly the way you described it. I suddenly felt my father's presence. His loving spirit passed from the portal right through me, giving me such peace. He reminded me of what the traveler told us when I asked him about humanity. He said, 'Remember, Katy...when they are no longer words.' It was an incredible gift I'll embrace for the rest of my life."

Ray held her hand and said, "The whispers -- they found you, like my folks found me and stayed with me last night. They were filled with a sense of joy that restored in me something I'd lost. Our celestial friend was right. It's who they were, what they took with them and what they left behind. I think the same holds true for all of life. Those are the real miracles, Katydid -- not the ones we create for ourselves." He looked up at the wide swath of blue overhead. "Lynch and the car he drove that night in Tucson were splintered images -- fractions of moments I witnessed along with many other broken pieces of time I didn't understand at first. I forgave him only because my parents wanted me to. It was hard. But when he chose to leave, given what he sacrificed and the terror of not knowing what would happen to him out there, the forgiveness was mine."

"That was the traveler's gift to you."

"Yes, and more." He lowered his vision to the beach and thought about the wide bed of sand encircling the world. "We know how the chests are released from the sand and why. But how are they getting into the earth? What or who could be trusted to bury them for the travelers?"

"I don't know," she sighed. I doubt we'll ever know."

After sharing several minutes of a knowing quiet, they stood up and walked up the path to the cottage.

On Monday afternoon, Jack and Jim Kelly sat in a private consult room at FPD headquarters. The conference table was littered with half-empty coffee cups, crumpled paper and other remnants from a tense meeting that had just ended. Two agents from a classified agency that functioned under the auspices of the FBI gathered up their files and hurried out of the room.

Jim flicked one of the thick, cardboard cups on its side, spilling the contents. "Fuckin' cowards," he said, shaking his head.

"They were doing their job," replied Jack. "I didn't expect anything else from them."

The agents' threats -- veiled and otherwise -- were similar to what Lynch had warned Jack about at Jasmine's diner. The FPD's investigation, and their attempt to intentionally misrepresent a naturally occurring phenomena, were over. The owner of the Mercedes in Tucson was not to be touched. The intimidation or coercion they suspected Lynch had used against him, both before and after the accident, never happened. Lieutenant Baron was reminded that the real Dr. Mark Faraday never met with him or his wife at St. Johns Hospital.

So disgusted were the Kelsey brothers, they left in the middle of the meeting. Doug Kelsey gave his boss a knowing look before he closed the conference room doors behind him.

Jack suspected that similar meetings were being held to contain the bizarre and simultaneous arrival of sand lances off the coasts of England and South Africa. As for Lynch's disappearance, he had no remaining family or close friends. The official version of the rogue agent's death would materialize as a brief obituary, buried in a news column and soon forgotten: Ethan Lynch took his own life on a lonely stretch of beach in southern Maine, not far from where his brother had committed suicide. The detective looked at the photograph that ran with a similar article, fifteen years earlier. The open and pleasing face of the traveler smiled back at him. Dr. Nathaniel Lynch wore black-rimmed glasses that couldn't hide the kind eyes that would later yield something far more profound.

"What are your plans now?" asked Kelly. "Still taking that week, I hope."

Jack nodded. "After I leave here, Kate and I are going to the beach house to help Ray finish the work he started a couple of days ago."

"You think that's wise after everything that happened out there?"

"They won't be back," he murmured with a twinge of sadness. He thought about what the traveler said on the beach the day before; how their numbers would continue to diminish until they were no longer needed, and what it would reveal about the world.

As the two men stood up from the conference table, Jack's cell phone rang. He recognized the CSI's number code and took the call. "Hi Doug. I can guess where you are. They're gone, aren't they."

After confirming to his boss that his assumption was right, Doug switched off his phone. He sat beside the retaining wall beneath Ray's cottage to watch the movement of the outgoing tide. Thrusting his hand into his pocket, he clasped two labyrinths he'd found hidden beneath the sand. Although made of copper they were warm and pleasing to the touch. Looking down, his eyes followed the footprints leading away from the spot where he had buried the missing samples. In a hushed tone he said, "Good luck, my friend."

The outline of steps in the sand had been left the evening before. In the shadows of night, Will Martin retrieved the samples and replaced them with the labyrinths. With tender care, the professor carried the containers to his car. He opened the trunk and lifted a thick sheet of canvass covering a long-handle shovel and a chest the traveler had left behind for him -- it's wood-like substance, roughly hewn and oddly porous. He placed the powder box and fluid sampler inside and closed the lid. With swift and muted precision, the hinges of the chest fused together. Touching the coiled labyrinth embedded in the lid, Will looked up at the canopy of stars and smiled. It was a lengthy drive to the beaches of Marco Island, Florida and the Gulf of Mexico. But it was a journey he would long cherish.

By Monday evening, the lawn at Ray's beach house had been mowed; the front garden, weeded; the kitchen and bathroom, cleaned and stocked. The Barons helped their friend complete the chores he had delayed for nearly a year. The traveler rarely strayed from their thoughts.

The day drew to a close, and the three gathered on the back porch to watch the ocean at sunset.

Ray leaned against the wooden railing, his eyes probing the horizon as he thought about the gifts from the travelers and what he had learned. "For all Ethan Lynch thought he knew, he was wrong," he mused.

Kate saw his expression. "What?" she asked.

"The osprey."

She thought for a moment, smiled and nodded, then returned her gaze to the water. "It's so very beautiful. I never really saw it before."

Jack's hands went softly to her shoulders. "We do now."

In the distance, the ocean began to pull the golden copper from the sky. From the voice of humanity, from the wind and the waves and the myriad companions in their trust and beyond, all the whispers sang; lingering from an ancient knowing, neither indifferent nor in solitude...each, part of the other. Although death may have claimed their earthly source, with restful eyes the glittering cradle mourned not. For such harmony, joy and understanding were the infusion of an enduring presence that would never end, as the eternal lights that journeyed throughout the celestial night.

For those brief moments in time, it was all the saying without the words.

The sunset and sunrise of time...

Music composed by Alan Silvestri; "Pandora's Box" from "The Cradle of Life"; video created by sakis86s of YouTube; no copyright infringements are intended.

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Written and copyrighted by Genna Eastman (Genna East) 2014; all rights reserved.

... for my father.

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

Hello Genna. There are so many finely crafted layers to your story that it took me a close reading to grasp.

That Ray felt the presence of his parents and that Kate's father's love passed through her was masterful.

I enjoyed following this story as it was built and progressed carrying us along.

Lace makers sit and tie together knot after knot and when they are finished they have crafted a thing of beauty. You have done the same here with The Pandion Prophecy.

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always exploring 10 months ago from Southern Illinois

Your conclusion was so beautiful. I'm listening to Pandora's box, it gives a feeling of a vast universe that we've hardly scratched the surface of understanding. Your story was a compelling mystery throughout. I enjoyed it very much. You said that your father was a scientist and I see you have dedicated this to him. Do you suppose he is smiling and feeling proud of your ability to write such a suspenseful and totally different story? Thank you. I hope your back is better. Hugs.

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Mckbirdbks: Hi Mike. Thank you for such a special, thoughtful comment, and so beautifully expressed. You are a wonderful writer, and a poet as well. I am grateful for the time and interest you've invested in this story. Your encouragement means a lot. :-)

AlwaysExploring: Thank you, Ruby! My father was a marine biologist and environmental scientist. He taught me many things, and how "all thing exist in relationship." Much of his philosophy is in the character of Will Martin. His faith was inviolate. "That is my church," he would say, nodding to the outdoors. I think he not only knows, but that his whispers were working through me to help create part of this story. He was also a professor, loved by his students. In many ways, he helped bury the chests for the travelers, but in a far different way. :-) The back is better, but has a long way to go. Hugs, dear friend.

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billybuc 10 months ago from Olympia, WA

The perfect ending to a perfect story....this really was a very good story, Genna. It captured my attention early on and never let go...thank you for sharing your talents with us all.

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Billybuc: Thank you, Bill. That is exactly what I had hoped for. Blessings, and have an enjoyable weekend.

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AliciaC 10 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

Thank you for such an enjoyable and thought provoking story, Genna. I'm going to miss reading it.

DnWW 10 months ago

This isn't a story Gen, this is literature with sublime depth. You have illustrated a brilliant analogy ---- your closing words and music are flawless. Beautiful writing.


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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Alicia: I appreciate your visits, Alicia, for taking the time to read Pandion, and for your continued support. :-)

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Dana: You are beyond thoughtful; your compliments are humbling. Thank you for being so loyal and kind. :-)

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marcoujor 10 months ago from Jeffersonville PA

Dear Genna,

A most satisfying conclusion to a story that held my interest from the beginning.

Your style blends precision and attention to detail with compelling and well-paced development of the story.

How special to honor your father - you have shared his legacy through this memorable creation.

Have a peaceful Sunday. Love, Maria

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Jodah 10 months ago from Queensland Australia

Genna, this was a multi-layered story that had many twists and turns. It was quite a ride you put as on, culminating in a very satisfactory and beautiful finale. The story was mysterious, the characters engaging and it was a learning experience as a writer for me.

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Gypsy Rose Lee 10 months ago from Riga, Latvia

Really enjoyed your story. I had me hooked all through and I always looked forward to more. Well done.

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Marcoujor: Thank you, Maria, for those lovely, kind words :-)

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Jodah: Hi John. I so appreciate your thoughts on Pandion, and for taking the time to read the story. It means a lot to me. I only hope the experience you mentioned was a positive one. :-)

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Gypsy Rose Lee: Thank you, Rasma. I'm pleased you enjoyed the story.

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Frank Atanacio 10 months ago from Shelton

you have carried us through your installments wanting... I enjoyed the ending.. very fitting.. and done just the way it should be... awesome my friend... thank you for taking us on this ride :) Frank

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Frank, coming from a talented writer I admire, your comment means a lot. Thank you for your patience in staying with the story, and your encouraging comments. :-)

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bravewarrior 10 months ago from Central Florida

Genna, I dreaded reading this last chapter because I didn't want the story to end. Perhaps it wasn't the story I didn't want to end, but the Protectors of the Earth.

I'm sure you've read books that left you feeling there must be something more by the time you got to the final pages. That's why I didn't want to "close this book".

But the last paragraph of this most astounding story left me with a sense of peace, calm, wonder, and comfort. I've read it several times.

I believe.

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

Hello Genna both Monday and Thursday came at went, and no new 'The Pandion Prophecy' episode.

Hope all is well and you are feeling back near 100%

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Bravewrrior: Thank you for your special visits and kind, perceptive comments. I have enjoyed sharing your thoughts on Pandion; you made my day each time you commented. :-)

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Genna East 10 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Mckbirdbks: Hi Mike. Everything comes to an end. I am very grateful for your loyal and encouraging interest in Pandion, and thoughtful comments. The back is much better, though this weekend has been spent catching up on missed work. Everything comes with a price, it seems, with far-reaching consequences. Enjoy your Sunday, my friend. :-)

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FlourishAnyway 9 months ago from USA

The ending was very appropriate. I enjoyed reading this straight through. Marvelous job, and you've given us much to think about. Keep up your creative writing; you are good at it.

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Genna East 9 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

FlourishAnyway: Thank you for reading the series, and for your words of encouragement.

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Faith Reaper 9 months ago from southern USA

Bravo, dear Genna!

A fine and beautiful ending to The Pandion Prophecy. Your story provides much wonder and intrigue of what life entails and how much we do not know.

As I've stated before, you are a fine creative writer and I hope you continue to share your writings here on HubPages and beyond.

You learned a lot from your dad, who was a special man, who has a special daughter in you.

Peace and blessings always,


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Genna East 9 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Thank you, Faith...and to you as well! I am very grateful for your staying with the story, and for your words of encouragement.

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lawrence01 9 months ago from Hamilton, New Zealand

I liked the way you finished the story and yet left things open.

Loved the story


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Genna East 9 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Thank you, Lawrence. That is exactly what I wanted the ending to convey. I so appreciate your taking the time to read the story, and your kind thoughts.

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Billrrrr 7 months ago from Cape Cod

Well done. No. Better than well done Genna. The saga was crafted as masterfully as a Leonardo da Vinci work - which could embody painting, science, music and sculpting all into one piece. It's no easy task to mix these elements into a smooth blend. You did it. Kudos.

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Genna East 7 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Hi Bill. Thanks so much for taking the time to read this story. As Will Martin said, "All things exist in relationship." At least, that's how I see life. I often pick ideas/stories that are difficult to write, and have begun to think that I am setting myself up for failure as a writer as a result. It's something I've been thinking seriously about in recent weeks. So your comment meant a lot to me. Thank you!

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Billrrrr 7 months ago from Cape Cod

Genna the easy road is always the easy road but not always the right road. Stephen King said to write for yourself first and the reader second. With some 350 million volumes sold and a raft of TV shows and movies under his belt, I'd have to say that it is probably good advice.

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Genna East 7 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Hi Bill. No truer words spoken; thank you. I think at the end of the day, it boils down to the kind of writer we want to be and are willing to be. Enjoy the weekend. :-)

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mckbirdbks 7 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Stopping by to read this again. I could not be more in awe if I were standing in a museum gazing at a huge polished diamond. This story and its conclusion capture the lightness of our collective soul.

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Genna East 7 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Mike, that is one of the nicest compliments I have ever received, and one I will long remember. Thank you! :-)

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FlourishAnyway 6 months ago from USA

I especially liked the closing paragraph. What a perfect wrap-up to a well-written series.

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Genna East 6 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Thank you, again, for the thoughtful visit and comments. :-)

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AudreyHowitt 5 months ago from California

I missed the beginning installments of this and have to go back and pick up the opening--Genna you are one of the most gifted writers here on HP--you have layered the story and it seems to unfold effortlessly--I am in awe

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Genna East 5 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Coming from a talented and favorite poet of mine, I am honored by your comment. Thank you Audrey. :-)

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

Genna, First, my general impression. Outstanding. You kept the main plot clear, but gave us multiple side stories to make it satisfyingly complex. the side stories about the death of Ray's parents, and the disappearance of Lynch's brother came back and were important parts in the completed puzzle.

Your writing is clear, active and easy to read. That is important these days when people expect to be able to speed read everything.

I know you are busy, like everyone seems to be. On July 22 the 2016 NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge will begin. I'll leave the link. It is self explanatory. This will be my third year participating in the FF challenge. I've also done two short story challenges. Awesome experiences participating in the forums during the challenge. I'll leave it at that.

Awesome story and writing, Genna.

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Peggy W 4 months ago from Houston, Texas

What a terrific closing to this story Genna. It leaves it open for a sequel in the future. There is so much that remains unknown of things in the universe. Your story was most enjoyable. In addition to a best selling book, I could see this being made into a movie. Thanks for sharing it with us here on HubPages.

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Genna East 4 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

cam8510: Thanks, Chris, for those wonderful, encouraging comments. They mean more than you can know. :-) I'm not sure if the "speed reader" will get a lot out of the story as there a layers to it that exist beneath the surface they may miss. But I am hopeful. Good luck with the competition. I look forward to following it very closely. :-)

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Genna East 4 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Peggy W: Hi Peg. The universe is a vast unknown. Yet, I think its creation and secrets are closely aligned to who we are in more ways than we can imagine. Thanks so much for reading Pandion, and for contributing your thoughtful, heartening comments. :-)

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