This is a sample of the up-and-coming book “The Archonicles” which will be the kick-off of a new book series that I will continue to release once a year. Book I will be available later in 2014. Book II will follow in 2015. Book III will follow in 2016. But to settle your curiosity, here is Chapters 0.5 and 1 of Book I
The year is 2009. The place is the Manhattan. Dr. Jeffrey Reeves, a clean-shaven, Caucasian scientist in his mid 40s appears to be fleeing for his life. A group of 8 men in NYPD SWAT gear are chasing him with assault rifles. As Dr. Reeves is fleeing, the SWAT members are shooting at him. “Freeze Reeves,” one of the officers yell. “You’re only making this hard on yourself!” Dr. Reeves runs into an abandoned building, sprinting to the third floor and desperately looks for a place to hide. He sees a doorway which he heads through and sees an old desk which he quickly hides underneath. He pulls out a piece of paper and a pen and begins writing something.
“Whoever sees this, please know that there is a plan in the next five years to enslave every man, woman and child to an unseen force of extraterrestrials called the Archons. I know this sounds crazy, but you have to believe me. I have put my life at risk by just talking about this. It is now up to you to expose this plan and assist in the evolution of humanity. So make sure to spread this gravely important formula that I have created: I + I + D =A This is the only way humanity can be saved. If we are not successful, we will face our extinction. Time is of the essence.”
Dr. Reeves folds the piece of paper and stashes it directly under the desk where he was hiding. Then the SWAT team of police storms the third floor where he was hiding. Dr. Reeves pulls out a pistol ready to shoot anything that moves. One of the officers quietly tiptoes over to the desk where Dr. Reeves was hiding. The doctor seeing this, knowing that it’s a matter of time before they kill him, aims his pistol at his calf and pulls the trigger as the sound of a gunshot and a loud scream fills the room. Another shot goes off. This time no scream. Dr. Reeves has killed one of the officers. At this point, the other seven officers start to quickly head to the area when they see their fellow officer lying dead on the ground. Suddenly, Dr. Reeves pops up from behind the desk and starts shooting at the other officers, which leads to the officers firing their weapons resulting in a shootout. Dr. Reeves is shot dead due to a total of 30 shots at his body, causing him to drop the gun and fall dead to the floor. One of the officers slowly move towards him to check his pulse.
“He’s done. Let the captain know that we got him.” Another officer gets on his walkie-talkie. “Myers to Dispatch, Operation Risen Phoenix was a success.” As the officers are working on clean-up, nobody discovers the letter that Dr. Reeves wrote underneath the box. And nobody would discover it until five years later.
It is now five years later. The month is February. Darren Woodlawn, a 12-year old biracial boy is sitting in the classroom. He has a bored look on his face. As if he would rather be somewhere else. The classroom is holding 30 other students with the teacher Mrs. Parker, a middle-aged woman with dark hair with grey streaks, wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a brown pants suit.
“And so class, in order to combat climate change, these planes spray a chemical into the sky that has a combination of aluminum and barium that cools down the sun. Are there any questions?”
Another boy, Paul Morgan, who is the same age as Darren, raises his hand. This causes Mrs. Parker to suck her teeth and roll her eyes.
“What is it Paul?”
Paul stands up at his desk and starts to ask his question.
“Wouldn’t spraying chemicals like aluminum and barium into the atmosphere like that be hazardous to the health of humanity?”
Mrs. Parker starts to trip over her words searching for an answer to give Paul. “Well Paul….”
“And wasn’t it proven that global warming, or what the establishment now calls climate change, is a scam because temperatures haven’t been rising since 1997”, argued Paul.
“Uh Paul”, Mrs. Parker said.
“And could it be possible that the planet has been warm because of the sun and has nothing to do with human activity”, Paul continued.
“That’s enough Paul”, Mrs. Parker snapped. “Take your seat.”
Paul sits down as the other students giggle. The bell rings and the kids start to depart.
“Okay kids, don’t forget to read chapter 7 and 8 in your textbooks. We will be having a quiz tomorrow.”
As Paul is leaving, Mrs. Parker stops him.
“Paul,” Mrs. Parker says. “You are going to have to learn that there are just some things that need to be left alone.”
Paul had a puzzled look on his face. “I don’t understand Mrs. Parker”.
“I’m talking about you asking the wrong questions instead of doing as you’re told. As a student, you need to keep in mind that there is a level of respect that is due to the teacher. You don’t question, you obey and do the work assigned to you. Do I have to make you see the school guidance counselor?”
“Mrs. Parker,” Paul replies. “How do you expect us to really be educated if you are just telling us to have blind faith in the information we receive?”
Mrs. Parker rolls her eyes once again. She takes a breath and begins to explain. “Look Paul, there are just some things that is not in our position to question. Sometimes we have to learn to fall in line and conform. Trust me, it will be easier for everyone if we just learn to accept the situations we are dealt.”
“So we should just accept the fact that our government is trying to kill us”, Paul asks without flinching.
Mrs. Parker slams the desk. “That’s it! Guidance counselor! Go now!”
MY NAME IS PAUL MORGAN. I’M A TWELVE YEAR OLD BOY. AND I’M DEFINITELY FAR FROM NORMAL. YOU SEE, MY PROBLEM IS THAT I HAVE ALWAYS HAD A CURIOUS NATURE AND A THIRST FOR KNOWLEDGE. NOWADAYS, PEOPLE JUST BELIEVE EVERYTHING THAT THE GOVERNMENT TELLS THEM. THEY BELIEVE EVERYTHING THAT IS SAID ON TELEVISION. I HATE TV. I ACTUALLY HATE ALL THE THINGS THAT “NORMAL” TWELVE YEARS OLDS ENJOY LIKE VIDEO GAMES AND GOING TO PARTIES. I WOULD MUCH RATHER READ AND MEDITATE. IT IS FOR THIS REASON I CATCH A LOT OF FLACK FROM THE OTHER KIDS.
As Paul is exiting Mrs. Parker’s classroom, there are two big boys waiting outside and one of them knocks Paul to the ground. The boy’s name is George Griswald. Just so you know, the kid is about 14 and is still in the 7th grade. Sad isn’t it?
“Hey geek”, George snaps. “If you’re so smart why did you just trip yourself?”
George and his friend laugh, high-five each other and walk away.
Paul gets up, picks up his books and continues to make his way to the guidance counselor. When he gets to the door of her office, he knocks twice awaiting an invitation to come in.
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT MRS. PARKER THINKS WILL BE ACCOMPLISHED BY ME TALKING TO THE GUIDANCE COUNSELOR. I ALWAYS WONDER WHY HUMAN BEINGS FELT LIKE THEY HAD TO BE TOLD WHAT TO DO AS IF THEY WEREN’T CAPABLE OF SOLVING THEIR OWN PROBLEMS AND THAT THEY HAD TO LOOK TO AUTHORITY IN ORDER TO GET THE HELP THEY THINK THEY NEED. THIS SHOULD BE INTERESTING.
“Come in Paul”, Guidance Counselor Josie Daniels says.
Paul opens the door to Mrs. Daniels’s office and sees her sitting at her desk with her grey business suit and short brown hair up to her shoulders looking about 35 years old.
“Have a seat. Mrs. Parker told me to expect you.”
Paul sits down in the chair in front of Mrs. Daniels’s desk.
“Mrs. Daniels”, Paul says before she could utter another word. “In order to not waste each other’s time I think it would be best to tell you what happened so that I can get out of here. Mrs. Parker was talking about climate change which I believe to be a lie in order to condition people to think that it’s okay for the government, which is in turn a corporation run by other corporations, to spray poisons like aluminum and barium into the air that we breathe in order to cull the population. So I asked her questions like why haven’t the temperatures been rising since 1997 and could it be possible that the planet gets warm because of the sun. Then she says that it’s best not to question and just accept things as they are which I find rather ignorant if you ask me. So then all of a sudden I get sent here to tell you this story just so you can tell me the same thing she did.”
At this point Mrs. Daniels has a look of disappointment on her face with a sprinkle of horror.
“I take it by your silence and your look that we are done here. Sorry to waste your time.” After saying this, Paul gets up from his seat and exits Mrs. Daniels’s office.
Waiting outside of the guidance counselor’s office is Paul’s best friend, Darren Woodlawn, a 12-year old boy with blonde hair, vanilla skin, and blue eyes. He sees Paul leaving and heads toward him.
“So,” Darren says. “What did the guidance counselor say?”
“Actually nothing,” Paul replies.
Darren and Paul exit the school, hop on their bicycles and begin to ride home. Darren rides directly next to Paul as they continue their conversation.
“So my Aunt Darlene was trying to get me to attend church with her on Sunday. I really wonder how people can sit through things like that. They are so boring,” Darren says.
“Yeah I don’t do church”, Paul replies. “Some guy in a funny looking costume trying to sell you salvation by telling you to put money in a collection plate and surrender your life to some savior who allegedly died 2000 years ago because some man and woman ate some fruit that gave them the ability to see. Sounds like a huge waste of time to me.”
“You know Paul. People in school say a lot of things about you,” Darren tells him. “They say that you’re really weird and that you’re a troublemaker and you never just do what is told of you.”
“And does that bother you Darren,” Paul asks.
“No not at all man. But I just don’t want people to give you flack because you act, well….different,” Darren answers.
“Well I would rather be different and unique then the same as everyone else and mediocre,” Paul says.
Darren and Paul make it to their houses. They live right next door to each other. As they pull up, Paul’s mother Maria opens the door and comes out of the house with $10 in her hand.
“Oh good I’m glad that you’re home Paul,” Maria says. “I need you take your bike down to the store and pick up some milk for me.”
Maria hands Paul the $10 bill and he takes it. “Okay mom.”
“And Paul, I need every last cent of my change back. No picking up those organic honeycrisp apples that you always get. They are way too expensive.”
Without replying, Paul takes his bike and rides to the store. As he is riding, he turns his attention to an abandoned building. This is the same building where Dr. Jeffrey Reeves was killed five years ago. As Paul is looking at this building, he starts to have flashes of the incident that took place at that time. He could see Dr. Reeves writing the note and stashing it under the desk. He can also see Dr. Reeves being shot at multiple times by the SWAT police. After his flash, he decides to go inside the abandoned building. When Paul enters it, he notices the rats running around, and how dusty and unpleasant it looks in there. As he is looking around he starts to make his way up the stairs. He stops at the second floor, notices that there are a lot of floorboards missing, meaning one wrong step could to lead to one unpleasant drop down to the first floor. He begins to move on to the third floor and spots the doorway where Dr. Reeves ran to five years ago. He walks towards it and through it and spots the desk. Upon seeing this, Paul is reminded of his flash that he had before he entered the building. He walks to the desk and looks underneath it where he finds a folded piece of paper. He unfolds it revealing the letter that Dr. Reeves wrote back in 2009 for someone to discover. As Paul was getting ready to read it, he hears something forcing him to hide behind the desk. All of a sudden an entity appears in the building from out of nowhere. This entity resembles the look of a grey alien with wide black eyes, a rounded out triangle looking head and pale grey skin that seems to be looking for someone or something. Then seconds later, another entity appears out of nowhere, this one with a more reptilian look.
“Have you found it yet,” the reptilian entity asked the grey entity.
“No master, we haven’t found it yet,” the grey entity replied.
“Q-Zar, you know how important it is that we find Reeves’s ascension formula. Those disgusting humans must never find it out for if they do our plans to conquer this planet will be doomed”.
The reptilian entity is known as Triptor, an archon and a leader of the Draconian Federation. The grey entity is his archon servant Q-Zar. They are both from the 4th dimension, a higher vibrating reality than the 3rd dimension that humanity resides in now. Q-Zar spots the desk that Reeves hid behind five years ago and where Paul is hiding behind right now. Q-Zar starts to make his way over there to investigate but then is stopped by Triptor.
“Q-Zar”, Triptor says “We can only remain in this dimension for a short time. We need to get back to the 4th dimension. We will have our conduits look for the ascension formula.”
“Yes my Lord,” answers Q-Zar.
Both Triptor and Q-Zar disappear, heading back to their own dimension. Once they are gone, Paul comes out of hiding and looks at the piece of paper that he found, paying attention to the formula written on it: I + I + D =A. Not quite realizing that he is looking at something that could very well save humanity, he puts the paper in his pocket and leaves the abandoned building.