The Royal Stones of Eden (Royal Secrecies Book 1) by Rae T. Alexander

all of his questions were truly, and satisfactorily, answered.
    “Peter, I am truly sorry. I had no idea of the scope of any of this,” David said as he held out his hand. “Truce?”
    “Absolutely!” Peter said with some doubtful relief. “Our friendship means more to me than anything else. You should know that. Now that you know the whole story, I want you to think about coming on board and helping me test this energy field—let’s make a true difference in the world. Imagine what a difference this kind of technology could make. We might be able to save millions of lives, and we might be able to prolong the lives of those otherwise destined to die at an early age.”—Peter said this in a further attempt to defend his position to test the amazing field of energy.
    “Yes, but Peter—this kind of experimental technology may be too dangerous. It may also be difficult to keep it from people that would want to exploit it. In fact—” David suddenly paused while he looked at Haj, who now sat on his cot. David gazed down at Haj’s left foot, and then to his toe, which moved rhythmically up and down with an apparent regularity of some kind.
    What was this rhythm? I have seen this somewhere—but where?
    David was in deep thought but didn’t want Peter to know it. He quickly offered a question to him to distract him.
    “Peter, how did you move the energy field from Egypt to here?” David asked while he attempted a genuine grin. He tried to throw Peter off.
    While Peter explained the process of transportation, David focused again on Haj’s toe.
    “…concrete reinforced containment transportation by ocean liner…”—Peter rambled to an inattentive David.
    The toe was tapping. Tap. Tap. Tap.
    That’s it, tap, tap, tap, dot, dot, and dot. He is also sliding his toe and tapping—it’s Morse code—of course!
    What is he spelling? Ok, he is starting again. T-R-U-S-T…Trust N-O…Oh my god! Trust no one. Trust no one...David. Where have I heard this before?
    David realized what the message said. Haj spelled out quite clearly: “Trust no one with this, David!” He now connected the dots. Haj typed the same message that the man in the cloud had said to him once. It was when the man had thrown the stone toward him. It was when, at the age of eleven, he had found his father dead in his room, shot in the head. But what was Haj’s connection to this, he thought.
    David interrupted Peter and offered a lie to him.
    “Peter, now that I know that everything is fine here, let me talk to Mattie about joining you here. Maybe I should change my career path and work with you! What do you say? We can talk tomorrow about our new future. Although, I could use some sleep. It’s been a long night.”—David’s offer was accepted. Peter held out his hand in a trusting manner, and they shook hands.
    “Of course, David. Sleep on things. Get some rest and call me tomorrow. Better still, take a few days to think about all of this! Take a holiday in fact!” Peter said.
    Once they left the room, Haj lay down on his cot, stared up at the ceiling, and smiled contently.
     

Chapter 5
    Peter before Egypt
    In the Words of Peter
     

 
    My father called her Jen, or Jenny, depending on his mood at the time. I just called her mum, a term I had learned from a nanny of mine. Jen had golden locks of slightly curled hair, worn longer the older she grew. To grow older was a relative thing to me. I always saw her as young and energetic. I never saw her as an old woman.
    I loved my mum dearly. So when she fell ill, I had a dreadful time dealing with it. She was always there for me whenever I got into some mischief. She protected me from a father who never seemed to connect with me or what I felt deep inside my soul. In fact, at times he did not seem to connect to the current world in many ways. It felt as though he was in another world, or clinging to some archaic past while my mother and I were in the here and now. As for my mother’s