the Oracle.
And the dream. The dream that had recurred several times since thenâ¦.
That first time had been the most bizarre, though, when another person had been there, as startled to run into him at the juncture of the corridors as he had been to see someone else inside his dream.
So many times he had lain awake at night, staring up into the darkness, trying to make sense of what had happened. His whole place in the world had been changed that night.
A man dying in an alley.
A command to find the Oracle.
And a tall, seemingly very real stranger, suddenly joining him in a bizarre dream.
No matter how real heâd seemed, the man must have been part of the dream. Logic told him so.
Now, tonightâ¦
So was the blonde another Capricorn? Or maybe another earth sign? Or maybe she was the Oracle who was supposedly looking for him. Right. She was looking for him about as much as she was looking to contract the bubonic plague.
He leaned back as he hit a link to a recent article. The header read: The Oracle and the Zodiac: Earth, Wind, Fire and Waterâand the Puzzle that can Save the World from the Darkness of the Solstice in 2012.
He bolted forward and started to read.
While armchair sleuths and psychics dabble in old Mayan prophecies, finding what they choose in Sumerian, Greek, Indian, African, Asian, Norse and other legends, a mysterious Roman blogger states that the ancient capital may house the answers to the importance of 2012. Reference is made to cities beneath other cities, to a hell below the earth, kept under control by the basic goodness of the human soul, and the ability of the Church and other religious institutions to give man the strength heâll need in the upcoming battle for our world. News has leaked that a quiet convent sheltered near the decaying remains of one of the earliest churches holds prayer services daily for the survival of mankind. Sister Maria Elizabeta, one of the conventâs most respected nuns, has denied that the sisters pray for anything other than human souls, but admits that those souls they pray for belong to all the inhabitants of the known world. âIf the earth is to end,â the sister has been quoted as saying, âthen all the peoples of the earth must join to fight evil, by whatever name they call it. The earth, our home, has always been volatile. Earth, wind, fire and water are the elements we need to survive, yet they may come in such torrents as to deluge us, not so much with their power over life and death, but with their power to touch the human soul.â Is she speaking in riddlesâor, better yet, in parables? Follow the link below to read the blog and decide for yourself.
Rome.
Sister Maria Elizabeta.
His dreams, with skeletons stacked up underground. Catacombs?
Scott hit the link. Words written in Italian poppedonto the screen, along with whimsical, medieval drawings. He stared at the words blankly, then spoke aloud impatiently.
âWhat kind of idiot are you? You need an Internet translator.â
But when he went to hit another key, the battery gave out.
He continued to stare at the dead screen, three words at the forefront of his mind.
Sister Maria Elizabeta.
He told himself that he was crazy, but he knew he wasnât. He had been searching desperately for understanding, and at last he might have found someone who could provide him with answers.
The woman was a nun, he told himself. Of course she wanted the world to come together in peace.
But she had spoken of earth, wind, fire and water.
A nun. In Rome. Where there were dozens of catacombs.
And if he didnât do something, he was going to lose his mind for sure.
Why not?
He pulled out his phone, flipped it open and whispered a prayer of gratitude that heâd kept it charged.
3
M elanie dreamed of being in a strange grotto. Stone, covered with lichen, cool, with a sense of being deep in the earth. There were shadows, dark and looming, and there was a sound
And the dream. The dream that had recurred several times since thenâ¦.
That first time had been the most bizarre, though, when another person had been there, as startled to run into him at the juncture of the corridors as he had been to see someone else inside his dream.
So many times he had lain awake at night, staring up into the darkness, trying to make sense of what had happened. His whole place in the world had been changed that night.
A man dying in an alley.
A command to find the Oracle.
And a tall, seemingly very real stranger, suddenly joining him in a bizarre dream.
No matter how real heâd seemed, the man must have been part of the dream. Logic told him so.
Now, tonightâ¦
So was the blonde another Capricorn? Or maybe another earth sign? Or maybe she was the Oracle who was supposedly looking for him. Right. She was looking for him about as much as she was looking to contract the bubonic plague.
He leaned back as he hit a link to a recent article. The header read: The Oracle and the Zodiac: Earth, Wind, Fire and Waterâand the Puzzle that can Save the World from the Darkness of the Solstice in 2012.
He bolted forward and started to read.
While armchair sleuths and psychics dabble in old Mayan prophecies, finding what they choose in Sumerian, Greek, Indian, African, Asian, Norse and other legends, a mysterious Roman blogger states that the ancient capital may house the answers to the importance of 2012. Reference is made to cities beneath other cities, to a hell below the earth, kept under control by the basic goodness of the human soul, and the ability of the Church and other religious institutions to give man the strength heâll need in the upcoming battle for our world. News has leaked that a quiet convent sheltered near the decaying remains of one of the earliest churches holds prayer services daily for the survival of mankind. Sister Maria Elizabeta, one of the conventâs most respected nuns, has denied that the sisters pray for anything other than human souls, but admits that those souls they pray for belong to all the inhabitants of the known world. âIf the earth is to end,â the sister has been quoted as saying, âthen all the peoples of the earth must join to fight evil, by whatever name they call it. The earth, our home, has always been volatile. Earth, wind, fire and water are the elements we need to survive, yet they may come in such torrents as to deluge us, not so much with their power over life and death, but with their power to touch the human soul.â Is she speaking in riddlesâor, better yet, in parables? Follow the link below to read the blog and decide for yourself.
Rome.
Sister Maria Elizabeta.
His dreams, with skeletons stacked up underground. Catacombs?
Scott hit the link. Words written in Italian poppedonto the screen, along with whimsical, medieval drawings. He stared at the words blankly, then spoke aloud impatiently.
âWhat kind of idiot are you? You need an Internet translator.â
But when he went to hit another key, the battery gave out.
He continued to stare at the dead screen, three words at the forefront of his mind.
Sister Maria Elizabeta.
He told himself that he was crazy, but he knew he wasnât. He had been searching desperately for understanding, and at last he might have found someone who could provide him with answers.
The woman was a nun, he told himself. Of course she wanted the world to come together in peace.
But she had spoken of earth, wind, fire and water.
A nun. In Rome. Where there were dozens of catacombs.
And if he didnât do something, he was going to lose his mind for sure.
Why not?
He pulled out his phone, flipped it open and whispered a prayer of gratitude that heâd kept it charged.
3
M elanie dreamed of being in a strange grotto. Stone, covered with lichen, cool, with a sense of being deep in the earth. There were shadows, dark and looming, and there was a sound
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