The Atlantean Imprint

By Christina M. Blackwell

When Alexa suddenly begins experiencing excruciating headaches and delusions of a culture and people she doesnt immediately recognize, she wonders if shes losing her mind. But the murder of one of her parents employees and the subsequent shooting of her mother and cousin suddenly forces her to re-evaluate her visions. As memories resurface of her life in Atlantis, Alexa is driven to write them down in unerring detail. While events unfold in the present that uncannily resemble the past, Alexa knows that her Atlantean love, Danu, has promised to find her in this lifetime, but will Danu be able to do so before Xynu, back in this lifetime, attempts to ruin them all?

The Atlantean Imprint takes you on a journey into a culture that no longer exists. With advanced spiritual knowledge of the universal oneness, crystals, and the Earths energy, the Atlanteans had created an idyllic way of life. And yet they abused their gifts and lost it all. Or did they? Thanks to a few who were chosen to imprint, Atlantis and all its knowledge could rise again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Nov 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781452548975

Christina M. Blackwell

Christina M. Blackwell was born in California, raised in Europe, and then moved to Canada for seven years before settling in Florida with her husband and four kids. With all that moving around, books became wonderful friends. When she read Edgar Cayce on Atlantis, she got hooked on the lost continent. It was inevitable that she'd write her own book on Atlantis. She's presently working on another Atlantean tale.

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CHAPTER 1

PRESENT DAY – JULY

To Imprint is to mark indelibly upon the mind and soul.

~ Inscription on the pillars of the Temple of Poseidonu

Not only was money missing from Sutton Construction and Development, so was the head accountant, Xavier Mitchell. Worst of all, Lila Smith’s body had been found in the parking lot, stuffed beneath some azaleas.

Keeping her face averted from the yellow police tape, Alexa raced up the steps of her parents’ office building and pulled open the door. The cool marble interior was unusually quiet as her heels clicked across the floor toward the spacious wooden reception desk. Today there was no music coming from the cleverly hidden speakers in the wall, nor was there the usual clacking of keyboards, chatter, or laughter. Even the ringing of phones seemed to be muted. Only the faint murmur of subdued voices could be heard coming from down the hall.

Alexa shivered a little wondering what she should do. Her mother had briefly explained the situation and asked her to come immediately. Now that she was here, she couldn’t even begin to imagine how she could help. Alexa opened her mouth to ask the receptionist, but seeing her obvious distress, closed it again. It was hard to lose a coworker for whatever reason, but Lila’s loss was too shocking, too abrupt, and too horrible to comprehend. Alexa hadn’t considered how it would impact everyone in the office; her only thoughts, when she’d received the news, were for her parents and how it would affect them. Of course everyone felt devastated and filled with disbelief, just as she did. Eyes stinging Alexa circled behind the desk, murmured words of condolence, and gave the receptionist a quick hug before heading down the wide, long hallway to her mother’s office.

Police were everywhere, their presence a stark reminder of what had happened outside.

Poor Lila, Alexa thought, remembering the secretary who’d been friendly and loved to talk, never caused a fuss and had done her job. Alexa hadn’t known her well, but still, why would someone want to murder her? Lila hadn’t been the type of person who would do anything to hurt anyone and besides, this area was considered the business district of Orlando with tall buildings, clean streets, and certainly no murders. And yet, right here in their parking lot, Lila had been found.

Intent on reaching her mother’s office, Alexa didn’t stop to speak to the few people she spotted in the offices along the hallway as she usually did. Most sat in their chairs behind their desks looking numb and shocked, and except for a few who gave her a brief wave, didn’t acknowledge her either. The two conference rooms were in use, detectives interviewing employees, and she walked purposely past the open doors, hoping they didn’t stop her until she’d talked to her mother.

Turning around the corner, Alexa strode between the two desks of her parents’ personal secretaries, nodded when she was told her mother wasn’t in her office, and went in anyway. With a sigh she leaned against the closed door, relieved she hadn’t been stopped. She really didn’t know anything beyond what her mother had shared on the phone, and wasn’t even sure why she was needed, but the Suttons always supported each other without question, and seeing so many policemen outside and in the building had brought the seriousness of the situation into sharp focus.

Unnerved, Alexa sat down in one of the two chairs facing Judith’s desk, leaned back and massaged the back of her neck as she looked around the large room. Her mom’s office was an oasis of calm, its elegant furnishings welcoming and comfortable. Book shelves lined the walls, filled with construction manuals, framed family pictures, and tons of fiction that Judith liked to read when she got a moment, which wasn’t too often. The large window behind the desk boasted a lovely view of the lake. A seating area with a couch, coffee table, and two chairs allowed for more informal meetings along the far wall. Alexa had helped decorate this office and still loved seeing the result.

She’d always been artistic, able to see in her mind’s eye the colors and textures flow together, and decided to apply her talent by opening her own interior decorating company. Success had come quickly and easily, but best of all she loved her job, loved working with her clients. That is except for the one earlier, Alexa thought, frowning a little. The woman had been arrogant and demanding, expecting custom orders to arrive in a week than the usual six weeks it took. Alexa had tried to explain, but in the middle of it her mother had called, and excusing herself, Alexa left quickly while the client sputtered in fury. Usually easygoing and considerate, Alexa was actually grateful to get away from her even though she felt guilty about the reason. Ordinarily she didn’t let people get to her. And yet this client had, pushing past her normal good humor and patience.

Probably a result of the headaches she suffered.

Like the one she felt now, blooming over her eyes and spreading back.

That had to be it, she supposed, casting a glance at the office door, and hoping she wouldn’t have to wait too much longer for her mother. Just being with Judith always made her feel better. There was something special about her mother, an incredible uniqueness that almost defied words. Everyone who met her instantly loved her. Judith really cared about people, really listened to whatever they had to say, and took a genuine interest in their lives. She was never too busy to set aside whatever she was doing if someone needed her, which seemed to be often. Alexa smiled a little. People said she was just like her mother, but Judith was a tough act to follow. Her innate wisdom, strength, and kindness were almost legendary amongst their friends.

Legendary? Where had that word come from? Alexa lifted her hand and pressed two fingers to the center of her forehead where pain pulsed in agonizing rhythm. Come to think of it, that had been happening a lot recently. Strange words and phrases would pop into her mind and she’d use them as if they’d always been a part of her vocabulary much to the surprise of whomever she was talking to. And then there was the all-consuming need to learn more about spirituality, to study historical belief practices.

She gasped as a burst of pain speared between her eyebrows. If these headaches continued, she wasn’t sure what she’d do. It wasn’t the headaches that worried her so much as what followed. Could pain make one hallucinate? See things that weren’t even there? She’d never heard of such a thing, never once thought about visions and delusions, except reading about it in a book and then the character had suffered from a fever. Her forehead certainly didn’t feel hot, she realized as she continued to rub futilely against the pain. But the last two weeks had been a challenge. The headaches produced some sort of vision, a slide into another world that was so different from reality it was hard to comprehend. The worst part was that there was no control. It just happened.

Please God don’t let me experience another episode, not now when my mom needs me.

The sound of a door closing with a distinct click brought her thankfully out of her thoughts. Alexa swiveled in her chair, saw her mother approach over the thick carpet.

Hi Alexa, thanks for coming so quickly. Judith leaned over, kissed her forehead, and ran a gentle hand over her hair. Almost immediately Alexa felt the pain ease. Judith’s calm, unhurried voice continued, What a day. Horrible really, when I think of what happened. Lila certainly didn’t deserve it. Judith moved around the mahogany desk and settled into the rich leather chair with a sigh of exhaustion. It’s been absolute bedlam around here since she was discovered early this afternoon. She closed her eyes, shook her head a little. I still can’t believe Lila’s gone.

I’m really sorry, Alexa said, noticing the lines of sorrow around her mother’s eyes and mouth. Do they know who did it? What happened?

Judith leaned back and pinched the bridge of her nose. I think they— she broke off at the quick rap on the door before it opened. Yes?

Alexa turned around and gaped at the man standing in the doorway. His size surprised her. He stood at least six and a half feet tall, his build that of a massive professional wrestler. Sandy, sun-streaked hair curled over his head and down his neck. Blue piercing eyes seemed to take everything in at once.

Mrs. Sutton? I’m Nate Collins. I’m in charge of this investigation. Could I have a moment of your time?

At least he asked, Alexa thought as he sat down beside her and opposite Judith. She’d hoped that she’d have the chance to talk to her mother before anyone else, but at least now she might find out what on earth had occurred.

Using all the available space in the chair, Detective Collins stretched out his long legs and flipped open a small notebook. Ms. Sutton, he said, acknowledging Alexa, his eyes piercing into hers. Something in his face, his eyes stirred a memory, long forgotten, yet familiar. Puzzled, Alexa stared at him for a moment, trying to place him, but her head started to pound and she glanced away focusing on her hands clutched together in her lap.

I just need to clarify a few things, Mrs. Sutton. Nate’s voice was deep and sounded almost apologetic. I know it’s been a long afternoon but your husband thinks you may have better insight into this situation. He lifted a page of his notebook and then let it drop. You employed Lila Smith about a year ago? At Judith’s nod, he continued, Do you know anything about her personal life?

Yes, but there wasn’t anything unusual about it. She was a good worker, arrived on time, did a good job, seemed to get along with everyone. I’m very sorry she was murdered. Her voice hitched a little. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to.

About your accountant, Xavier Mitchell, he has worked for you for three months?

Yes, about that.

Any problems?

Judith gave a little shrug. None I’m aware of.

He didn’t show up for work today. Vacation?

No.

Had he been acting differently? Tense, perhaps?

No.

Family trouble?

I wouldn’t know.

What was his relationship to Lila Smith?

Professional.

He plucked a pen out of his shirt pocket. Arianna?

Judith gripped the edge of the desk. What has my niece got to do with this?

He consulted his notebook, but it was obvious he didn’t need to. Arianna Sutton. Lawyer. Passed the bar two years ago. Prosecutes domestic abuse cases, specializing in spousal abuse. Her father, Victor Sutton, is the Ambassador to Switzerland. Mother Viola Sutton. Four younger brothers, two in college, two attending high school in Europe. Resides at 475 Lake Drive with Xavier Mitchell. Is my information correct?

Except for the part about Arianna residing with him, Judith replied, staring pointedly at Alexa. She moved out last week.

Alexa blinked. Arianna had moved out? Her cousin, her best friend had moved out and hadn’t said a word to her.

Nate nodded, made a notation in his little book. Alexa watched him, her mind racing. Why hadn’t Arianna told her?

Judith stood up, strode over to the built-in mini fridge along the shelved wall, and grabbed a bottle of water. Would you like something Detective? Water? Soda?

No thanks, I’m fine.

Alexa? Judith didn’t wait for a reply, simply pressed a bottle of water into Alexa’s hand and then uncapped one for herself, taking a long swallow. Is Arianna a suspect? If so, for what crime?

Mrs. Sutton, it’s my job to look at all the angles. Was Arianna upset over the breakup?

Judith walked to the window but didn’t look out. Yes and no. She was the one who decided to move out.

Arianna had moved out? Alexa shifted uncomfortably in the chair. It hadn’t been all that long ago that Arianna had moved in with Xavier. Shortly after he’d started working for Sutton Construction, if memory served. Now Arianna had left him. And where had she moved? And why hadn’t she told her?

The detective’s voice interrupted her churning thoughts. How did Xavier feel?

Xavier? Judith seemed to give great consideration to the question. I’m not sure. I didn’t want to get involved unless Arianna wanted me to.

What was their relationship like?

Alexa held her breath. She hadn’t liked the way Xavier had treated Arianna and she was pretty sure her mother hadn’t either. Their relationship had moved too quickly in Alexa’s opinion. They’d hardly known each other before Arianna had moved in with Xavier and subsequently devoted all of her time entirely to him. Almost like an obsession.

Detective, Judith said firmly, I don’t see how this is any of your business. Or what this has to do with the present situation.

Alexa let out her breath relieved her mother hadn’t said anything. Nate must have noticed for he turned and looked at Alexa, but didn’t comment.

Money is missing, Judith continued. Xavier didn’t come in to work today. I can assume those two facts have something to do with each other, but I would prefer to think it’s a coincidence until we—you—learn more. I honestly have no idea why anyone would hurt Lila. As for my niece and her relationship with Xavier, you’d have to talk to her.

What was your relationship with Xavier?

Mine? Judith picked at the water bottle label. I notice you use the past tense. He is one of our employees, an excellent accountant. He had a relationship with my niece and we saw them socially on occasion.

Was he unhappy working for Sutton Construction?

Not that I know of. She hesitated, then continued, We paid him well, very well in fact. I doubt he needed the money. Her green blue eyes glittered. Do you think he’s the one who’s responsible for Lila’s death? For taking the money?

It’s too early to say. But he’s definitely a person of interest. All the employees are being questioned so we can get an idea of what he’s like.

Then perhaps I should explain we often disagreed on investments. Judith returned to her seat. You see my husband and I enjoy helping people experiencing financial difficulties, especially those who show true potential. Things happen in business that isn’t always in our control, such as the economy or unpredictable weather—like the hurricanes we sometimes experience. That’s why we’ve invested in some restaurants and orange groves that perhaps we normally wouldn’t have. But I’m happy to report all of our investments are doing well. Xavier just believed differently.

How so?

He thought we should sell off those businesses. That we would do better putting our money in raw land and develop it. Judith lifted a shoulder.

I see. Nate jotted in his notebook. And how did you find out that your account had been drained?

The bank called us. We are lucky they did, or checks would’ve bounced all over the place. We found out the money had been transferred to several different accounts. That’s when we called the police.

What about you Ms. Sutton?

Alexa? You’ve got to be kidding! Judith’s teeth snapped together.

Do you have access to the company funds?

Yes, of course she does. Judith answered before Alexa could open her mouth, but she’s never once used them. She doesn’t need to.

Nate shifted the chair to look directly at Alexa. You have an office here in the building, right?

Yes, just down the hall, Alexa pointed in its general direction. It’s mostly for convenience and I don’t use it much since I can do much of my work at home and I usually meet clients at their homes.

Interior design correct? How’s business?

Alexa mustered a small smile. It’s good.

You have your own business accounts?

Judith’s hand tightened around the water bottle. The plastic crackled. Detective, I’m sure you know all this. You and your officers have talked to everyone—

Mom, it’s okay, Alexa interrupted. Judith was obviously upset. Her mother had always been protective of her, not in an overbearing manner, but as any good parent would be. Detective Collins, I do have my own business accounts, and I actually pay all my bills myself. I don’t need my parent’s money, but if I did, all I would have to do is ask.

Nate nodded. Okay.

To Alexa’s surprise, he actually smiled at her. A memory tugged at her mind, and she tried to latch onto it, but he spoke and it drifted away.

I’m only trying to get to the bottom of this. I’ve been informed you only had a passing acquaintance with the victim. Nate waited for Alexa’s nod, and then continued, The goal here is to find Ms. Smith’s murderer and the missing money. When we find it, we’ll find who took it. For all we know the two incidents are related. At this point Xavier Mitchell had access to the funds. Arianna, I’m told by your husband, Mrs. Sutton, did not. Nor did Lila Smith. Foul play could be involved. Lila may have been involved. We’re checking every angle.

Lila’s murder didn’t make sense at all, Alexa thought, wondering what Lila could have possibly done to become a victim. Maybe it had been a random event? And why was Detective Collins more interested in Xavier than in Lila?

Do you have any leads pertaining to Lila? Any idea of who could have—? Alexa asked, not wanting to say the word ‘murder’. It was inconceivable to her that someone she knew, albeit not well, had been killed.

At this point all we can do is speculate. A large amount was electronically transferred out of your company’s account. He shifted his gaze back to Judith. Your accountant didn’t show up for work.

You think Xavier is behind the embezzlement? Judith’s voice sounded surprised, but Alexa could tell that her mother already believed it.

It’s possible. But until we know for certain we follow every lead.

Alexa stared at both of them. She’d never liked Xavier and she’d definitely disliked the way he’d treated Arianna. Do you think he—?

That’s a leap I’m unwilling to take at the moment, Nate replied. Don’t worry, we’ll find who did this. In the meantime, just be careful. He folded shut his notebook and stood up. I’m done for now. We’re going to need all of you to come down to the station and give statements, but that can wait until tomorrow. I have all I need for the moment.

Alexa and Judith both stood up, Judith coming around the desk to stand beside her daughter. Thank you, detective, Judith said, stretching her hand out to grasp his.

Nate took Judith’s hand, then turned to Alexa. Alexa reached out, missed his hand, and gripped his arm over his shirt. His hand closed over her arm as well. Both stared, surprised and embarrassed, before they dropped their hands as if burned.

Good grief! What had made her do that? She peeked into Nate’s eyes, the feeling of familiarity once again surfacing. One would think that his size alone would trigger the memory of where and when she’d met him. Nothing came to mind. Yet she knew him. Somehow.

Nate muttered something unintelligible, strode to the door, opened it and turned back to look at both of them. I’ll be in touch, he said, before closing the door behind him.

Alexa’s skull pounded as she dropped back into her chair. She’d gripped his arm in an unusual but recognizable way. A past culture had greeted each other in such a fashion, hadn’t they? The Romans? Or was it the Greeks? Both?

She couldn’t think.

Alexa? her mother said gently. You okay?

Yes, no, I have a terrible headache. Alexa stood up, the room swayed before her eyes, then steadied. I think I’ll go to the kitchen and get some aspirin or something.

Do you still want to go to dinner?

Dinner? Was that tonight? She’d forgotten about that. No wonder with all the horrible events of today. They’d all planned to meet for dinner last week, including Arianna and Xavier. Now, she supposed, Xavier wouldn’t be joining them. I’m not really hungry, but I’ll go, she said, trying to smile at her mother. Hopefully she’d feel better once she’d taken some aspirin. Arianna is still going to be there too, isn’t she? She stopped, stared at her mother. Oh gods, does she know about Lila?

Oh gods? Judith stared at Alexa with a worried frown then shook her head. No, I haven’t told her. I was informed they’d tried to reach her, but she was in court. Judith glanced down at her watch. We were supposed to meet her across the street in about fifteen minutes. Why don’t you go ahead, take some aspirin, and I’ll finish up here. I need to check with Patrick. I’m sure he’s upset about what’s happened, and we’ll meet you there. Sound okay?

Alexa gave her mom a hug, held her close a moment longer than usual. Yes, that sounds fine.

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Alexa glanced out the restaurant window for the umpteenth

Alexa glanced out the restaurant window for the umpteenth time at the offices of Sutton Construction across the street. Her nerves strummed with tension as she waited for her mother and father and listened to her cousin chatter from across the table. Thankfully, the police had departed, but the yellow tape, cordoning off the area where Lila’s body had been found, remained. Arianna hadn’t noticed.

Alexa’s forehead throbbed with the onset of another headache. Damn, why hadn’t the aspirin worked? The headaches, which had plagued her for the past two weeks, seemed to only increase until she experienced some sort of hallucination. Alexa preferred to think of them as visions, because the alternative would suggest she was losing her mind. The visions—or whatever they were—depicted a place she didn’t recognize; complete with buildings, people, and a culture so utterly foreign it didn’t make any sense. She rubbed the center of her forehead, above and between the eyebrows, and attempted to will the pain away. It wouldn’t do at all to have an episode here in a public restaurant.

Alexa? Have you heard anything I’ve said? Arianna asked.

Alexa turned, regarded her cousin, and tried to remember what she had been talking about. I, oh, weren’t you telling me about a case you just had?

And?

I’m sorry. I guess my mind wandered there for a minute. So, um, you were saying?

Obviously nothing of interest.

No, please don’t think that. Alexa dug her fingers against her forehead. I’m worried about Mom. She hadn’t told Arianna about what had happened, thinking it best to allow her parents to tell her. But since they weren’t here maybe she should….

Perhaps Aunt Judith got delayed at work. You know how those phones ring at the end of the day. Don’t worry I’m sure she’ll be here any minute.

But Alexa wasn’t convinced. In fact, she felt more agitated with each passing minute, the sensation of impending disaster spreading through her. But what could be worse than Lila’s murder? It had to be the headache, Alexa determined, and not knowing why Lila had met her death. Certainly being interrogated by a detective who triggered a sense of familiarity hadn’t helped. Anyone under these circumstances would feel unsettled.

Alexa, what’s going on? You look, I don’t know, a little anxious. Arianna laughed, the sound brittle to Alexa’s ears. Hey, you got man troubles?

Me? Alexa gaped at Arianna. Wait just a darn minute. Aren’t you the one who’s broken up with Xavier and haven’t told me?

Arianna continued as if Alexa hadn’t spoken at all. All the guys I talk to wish you’d give them a chance. They call me at work, ask me how they can reach you, go on and on about how gorgeous you are—

Alexa made a face. Yeah, right. And serpents fly. You’re trying to distract me so you don’t have to tell me what happened with Xavier.

Such as serpents flying? For heaven’s sake, where did that expression come from? Arianna chewed her thumbnail, a sign she was trying to evade Alexa’s question. Never mind, don’t answer. Is there something going on you should tell me? Did you decorate someone’s house in purple polka dots and now they want revenge?

Alexa laughed thinking of her last client. Arianna always made her laugh, and it felt good, eased the tension inside her a little. No.

Okay, so it isn’t a client.

Now you’re sounding like a lawyer.

I am a lawyer. If it isn’t man trouble, then what else could it be? She glanced out the window. Oh look, there’s Aunt Judith.

It’s about time. Alexa watched her mother walk across the street, looking elegant and sophisticated as usual, and breathed easier. Her father wasn’t with her.

Boom!

Arianna screamed as the window next to their table shattered, projecting into shards. Glass fragments flew everywhere.

Alexa jumped out of her chair, knocking it over. Arianna!

Another shot punctured the table, louder this time.

Arianna! For God’s sake, get down! Alexa scrambled around the table, reached her cousin and tried to drag her to the back of the room. C’mon Arianna. Move. Move!

I’m bleeding. Arianna sobbed. I think I’ve been burned.

We’ve got to get away from this window. Those were gunshots.

Oh, my God! Arianna crawled after Alexa and hunkered down beside her against the wall.

Restaurant patrons tripped and lunged for cover. Others huddled against the back wall. Parents shielded children with their bodies.

July heat poured through the jagged window. The musky scent of fear filled Alexa’s nostrils. Where are you hurt? Arianna didn’t respond. Blood pumped from beneath her arm, soaking her blouse. Alexa reached for a fallen white napkin and applied pressure over the wound. Arianna’s pale face went blank. The cloth turned red. How could there be so much blood?

You’ve gone into shock. Alexa dropped the napkin and cupped her cousin’s face in her hands. Arianna, listen to me. I’m going to get help. Hang in there. Do you hear me? I’ll be right back.

Alexa crunched her way over broken glass to the bar, ready to drop down at the sound of another explosion. Her cell phone was in her purse by the shattered window. Music still played over the sound system, the happy beat eerie to her ears.

Call 911! Her voice broadcasted through the hushed restaurant. A child started to cry. The young man behind the bar didn’t move. Alexa reached over the counter, grabbed the phone and dialed, her eyes boring into the bartender’s. There’s an emergency here. My cousin’s been shot . . . yes, I said shot. She’s bleeding…yes…yes. My name? Alexa Sutton. Yes. Okay. I’m going to pass you to the bartender. She pushed the phone into his hand.

Returning to her cousin’s side, she found Arianna’s pupils dilated; her face colorless, and her clothes soaked in blood. Alexa searched for another napkin, found one, and tied off the wound. She dragged a chair next to her cousin and elevated the injured arm. I’m going to get Mom. She’ll know what to do.

Mom. Cold flurries of fear grazed Alexa’s skin.

Ignoring the broken glass and the frightened stares of the patrons, she raced out of the building. A knot of people had formed in the center of the street, their voices edgy with alarm. Traffic in both directions had stopped.

Judith lay still on the ground. Blood soaked her chest and leached her hair.

Mom? Alexa crouched down and grasped her mother’s clammy hand. Mom? Can you hear me? She brushed the hair away from Judith’s face, her fingers snagging in the sticky blonde tresses. It’s me, Alexa. I’m right here, Mom. Just hold on. I’ve called 911. Someone should be here soon. She kept murmuring and squeezing Judith’s hand.

Then it happened.

The vortex of her mind opened up as it had been doing for the past couple of weeks. The center of her forehead pounded, more intense than earlier. She tried to fight it, the dizziness, the horrible sinking sensation, and the loss of control over her thoughts. But the vision claimed her, transported her to another place, another time.

She stood in a chamber rich in soft color and texture. Sunlight spilled through a window revealing a woman who lay on what appeared to be an ornate chaise, her face gray, the light in her eyes dimming as the life-force drained out of her. Beside her, a man grasped her hand, his face ravaged with anguish. Alexa swallowed a sob at the sight, scalding her throat. Against the far wall a man stood, tears coursing unchecked down his cheeks. Alexa heard her own voice reverberate in the chamber. No, you cannot leave us. Please, you must try. We need you too much. Tears streamed down her face. This simply wasn’t happening. They couldn’t lose her. She was too important to too many.

A hand touched her shoulder and the vision slipped away.

Miss? It was one of the onlookers. Are you okay?

Alexa couldn’t stand it. The tears were still streaming down her cheeks. The cursed visions were occurring with greater frequency and she had no clue what they meant. And now her mother lay beside her, wounded from a gunshot no less. It was too much, too incomprehensible. A part of her brain registered the sound of sirens but the rest of her remained numb. She sat unmoving on the hot asphalt until paramedics pushed through.

Step back, everyone. Let us through please.

A huge man helped Alexa to her feet. Give them room, Alexa, Nate said.

Alexa heard his voice as if from a great distance. She stumbled and leaned against him. It’s my mom.

I know. She’s in good hands now. Just let them do their job.

Patrick came barreling across the street. Judith? He dropped to his knees beside his wife. Oh my God! What happened? What’s going on? Why is she bleeding?

Mr. Sutton. Nate’s voice was firm. It appears your wife has been shot. Please step away so the paramedics can treat her.

Patrick shook his head. No, no, this isn’t happening. She can’t die! She can’t. Oh my God!

Nate released Alexa and went over to Patrick and grabbed him by the elbow to haul him to his feet. Mr. Sutton, please remain calm. Judith is badly hurt. You can help her by letting these men do their job.

But Judith is bleeding—

Yes, she is.

An ambulance backed up as the paramedics moved Judith onto a gurney. An oxygen mask covered her nose and mouth and plastic tubes snaked out from her arms. Patrick shook off Nate’s hand and rushed to Judith’s side as they lifted her into the ambulance. He tried to crawl in with her, but a paramedic stopped him.

I’m going with her. Patrick’s voice dared anyone to argue with him.

Of course you are, Nate agreed, once again taking Patrick’s arm and leading him to the front of the ambulance. You can ride up front. See? There’s an opening behind you so you can keep an eye on your wife. His massive arms bulged as he practically lifted Patrick into the passenger seat and shut the door.

Frozen, Alexa stared after the departing ambulance. She should have done something, gone with her father, comforted him somehow. Instead all she’d done was stand in one spot, unmoving, filled with fear and dread. The vision had rendered her totally useless and if she didn’t get a hold of herself, she’d be no good to anyone. The sirens blared, and she suddenly shook herself. Arianna! How could she have forgotten her? Detective, Arianna’s hurt inside. Please help her.

A policeman stepped up beside her. It’s handled, miss, he said gently. We received numerous phone calls about this. My buddies are in there.

Tears flooded her eyes. Her mom, her beautiful mother, had lain on the street, her face so pale she’d thought she was dead. Arianna had been shot. Alexa’s knees buckled. Nate put his arm around her and settled her firmly against him. Above a bird cooed, long and loud. Alexa tipped her head back, disconcerted by the unusual sound, glimpsed it circling overhead.

Her head started to throb again, pounding with unnatural rhythm. She tried to think, but her mind swirled unable to latch onto any one thought. Her mother. Oh God, her mother was hurt, wounded. She couldn’t lose her best friend, her confidant—her mom, for God’s sake.

Ms Sutton? Alexa? Nate squeezed her shoulders. Let me take you to Arianna.

Alexa could only nod. She couldn’t do anything for her mother, at least for the moment. Arianna needed her. Nate guided her through the throng of people to the doors of the restaurant. Glass shards littered the sidewalk.

Arianna lay on a stretcher inside the restaurant. White gauze circled her arm and an oxygen mask covered her face. A paramedic stood beside her.

How is she? Alexa’s scorched voice didn’t sound like her own. She laid a hand on Arianna’s uninjured arm and listened as Detective Collins’ deep voice outlined the situation to the paramedic. She started to shake and steadied herself against the side of the gurney. Arianna opened her eyes slightly, grasped Alexa’s hand, squeezed gently. Alexa felt tears of relief sting her eyes as she stared down at her cousin.

They’re getting ready to transport her to the same hospital as your mother, Nate said. Arianna is going to be okay.

Please. She felt so confused. Where was her car? Had she driven it here? She looked for her BMW Z4 through the shattered window but the trucks, ambulances, and onlookers obscured her view.

I’ll take you to the hospital, Nate said, and gripped her arm.

They stepped out onto the sidewalk, past the yellow police tape, and through the crowd. Wait right here. I’ll get my car.

Alexa nodded as the bird cooed once again. She glanced up. Why was a bird circling? She followed the flight of the bird, trying to understand what the bird signified. It had to mean something, didn’t it? Something important? If only she could think.

A large hand closed over her mouth and nose as an arm grabbed her around the waist. For a moment she thought it was another vision. It wasn’t real. And then she struggled, trying to scream, but she was pulled away from the crowd. No one, she realized with horror, noticed what was happening. They were all facing the other direction, still looking where her mother had lain. Alexa kicked out, her foot striking a shin. Whoever was holding her gave a surprised grunt but didn’t loosen the agonizing grip. She couldn’t breathe. All she wanted was air, precious air, but she couldn’t even open her mouth. Her nose was smashed against the hand, her jaw clamped shut by two fingers digging beneath her chin. The arm around her waist and arms tightened as she was dragged backwards over the concrete sidewalk.

Her vision blurred, going dark at the edges. Her lungs twisted painfully within her chest.

The band around her waist suddenly eased. Dimly she heard a car door open. She tried to fight, to hit back, but her arms and legs were useless.

A shout. Pounding feet.

Blackness threatened, lights danced behind her eyes.

Somewhere a voice shouted, Police! Let her go right now or I’ll shoot!

But it didn’t matter. If she could just get a breath, get some air into her chest.

She felt her body being lifted. Her arm hit something solid. She heard a curse, a male’s voice, as her assailant tried to maneuver her body. Her feet smashed into metal. Pain reeled up her legs. The hand at her mouth lost its hold, trying to lever her body. She gulped air, sucking it into her lungs in relief, and twisted in his arms.

The pounding feet were closer. A shot fired. The man suddenly dropped her. She hit the pavement, her head slapping against the concrete with a thud. She moaned as pain shot into her head and tires squealed inches from where she lay. More shots. Screams erupted and there were more pounding feet. She lay there, gasping for air, numb with shock, staring at the blue sky above.

The bird still circled.

Nate suddenly leaned over her. Alexa? I’m so sorry. I should never have left you.

She tried to sit up, but he held her down. Don’t move, okay? The paramedics are on their way over here. Let them check you out before you try to move.

She looked up into his face. The familiarity returned, sharp and defined.

Guard.

Protection.

Nabu? she whispered.

The bird cooed and the world went dark.

CHAPTER 2

THE PAST – ATLANTIS

The first of those who separated from The Oneness

Manifested on this plane as humanimals.

~ Inscription on the pillars in the Temple of Poseidonu

Training. It was all Danu did. Suncycle after suncycle. This particular moment he was to shift his energy, to be in plain view, and yet unseen. He’d mastered the ability almost a season ago and still practiced with each rising of the sun.

Concentrating he felt the trees, the earth, the air around him and assimilated into it all, becoming one with everything around him. He heard the sigh of the wind, the gurgle of the river, the rustle of the trees. Absorbed every part of it, taking the energy within, allowing its force to become a part of him, to merge into his being. He was his surroundings.

A whisper, faint and undefined, touched the edges of his mind. He stopped, his concentration breached as he tilted his head. Listened.

There it was again, that murmur.

Danu?

Every muscle in his body tensed. He hadn’t imagined it. Atlanta?

No! No! No! Danu what are you doing? I can see you. You have to blend in, become part of the woods. Centauru pawed the ground with his hoof and snorted. By all the gods—focus!

I… give me a moment. Danu leaned back against the tree and focused, although not as Centauru hoped he would. Instead Danu allowed his senses to soar over the mountains, through valleys, along rivers, and fields and orchards ripe with produce toward the Golden Center. His mind stretched, reached for the only friend he had and whom he hadn’t seen in over an earthcycle.

Atlanta.

Gods! The last time he’d seen Atlanta she’d been sixteen and on the cusp of becoming a woman. He could see her in his mind’s eye, all golden skin and hair resembling an angel’s. Sparkling happy blue green eyes—except that last suncycle when he’d left. Then the eyes had dimmed and a lone tear had run down her cheek. She hadn’t wanted him to go, and he hadn’t wanted to leave. But he’d had no choice, only the edict that he needed further training.

Atlanta? He probed gently, and waited. Hopeful he hadn’t wished her voice into his head; hopeful she had the same ability he did.

It came again, the barest of whispers. Danu? Is that you? I… oh… I have missed you.

Danu closed his eyes, feeling the tug at the corners of his mouth in an unfamiliar grin. He hadn’t laughed or smiled much since leaving the Golden Center. His thoughts tumbled together in a myriad of questions; there was so much he wanted to know. How she was, what was happening in the palace with all the people who resided there, especially the royal family. But in the end, all he really cared about was Atlanta.

Atlanta, is everything all right?

Yes, at least I think so. Justina is going to contact you. It’s time you came home.

Relief washed through him. He’d been training with the humanimals for over an earthcycle, living as they did, learning their ways. All in secret. As usual.

Centauru laid a hand on his shoulder, concern evident in his soft brown eyes. Danu held up his hand, signaling to wait a moment. Centauru knew Danu had telepathic abilities and would understand, at least Danu expected he would. Danu didn’t want to break the fragile connection with Atlanta. And it was fragile; he could feel her fading away.

Atlanta, I’ll wait to hear from Justina. He hesitated, uncertain what to say to her. He’d missed her and thought of her constantly. His infrequent communications with Justina hadn’t given him much information on Atlanta. For all he knew she could have found a lifemate.

The thought made him sick.

Danu my head is really hurting. I’ll have to stop. I… this is harder than I thought…

And she was gone, her voice no longer in his head.

Danu let his breath out in a long sigh and stared out over the valley. A river meandered through it, the water coursing over crimson rocks and disappearing into a large sprawling forest. Thigh-high grasses swayed in the breeze, rippling in undulating shades of green. The area had been his home for the last earthcycle, but his time here was over. Thank the Oneness.

He finally glanced up at Centauru. It seems I’m to go home soon.

Centauru nodded, his long, wiry dark hair falling over his massive torso. I suspected our time with you would soon come to an end, Danu of the Humans. Your training is complete, as long as you remember to focus. Centauru shuffled his hooves. Were you speaking with Justina?

No, actually her daughter, Atlanta. Danu raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. I had no idea that she had the same ability as her mother.

Atlanta. I have heard you mention her name on occasion.

I have? He’d never spoken of her, Danu was certain of it.

Centauru let out a laugh that ruffled the sides of his hide. When you slept, Danu of the Humans. When you slept.

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Atlanta sat on the marble ledge, her hand gliding over the water of the dolphin pool. Two dolphins poked their heads out of the water chattering excitedly and tossing their heads. With a laugh, Atlanta responded, using her throat to emit guttural sounds, and recounted how she’d contacted Danu telepathically. With the dolphins she didn’t have to worry that they’d reveal Danu’s identity. Only she and her mother, Justina, had the ability to communicate with the two resident dolphins and since Justina knew of Danu, the mammals made the perfect confidants. It was wonderful to speak of it, to tell someone, anyone, that she’d finally managed to contact Danu.

With