by Janeen Abdo
SAving Earths Eternal Flame
WRITTEN BY: JANEEN ABDO
ARTIST: GREG LAMONT
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
SAVING EARTH'S ETERNAL FLAME
First edition. April 29, 2018.
Copyright © 2018 Janeen Abdo.
ISBN: 978-1386937210
Written by Janeen Abdo.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Saving Earth's Eternal Flame
Chapter 1: Terra
Chapter 2: The Start of the Journey
Chapter 3: Adrianna
Chapter 4: The Journey
Chapter 5: Adara the Faye Queen
Chapter 6: The Dark Witches
Chapter 7: Wyatt
Chapter 8: The Fates
Chapter 9: Twists of Destiny
Chapter 10: The Eternal Flame
Chapter 11: Ride the Winds
Chapter 12: Going to Zona
Chapter: 13 Waters of the Vision
Chapter 14: DRUIDS, WICCA AND WITCHES
Chapter 15: Betrayal
Chapter 16: The Hawks
Chapter 17: Opening the Gulf
Chapter 18: The War
Chapter 19: Prisoners of War
Chapter 20: Time
Chapter 21: The Hidden Caves
Chapter 22: Accepting Betrayal
Chapter 23: The Battle in Time
The Elemental BOOK 2: | The Eternal Flame
Chapter 24: Time’s New Plan
Chapter 25: Sera is Finding Roots
Chapter 26: Terra’s Dark Side
Chapter 27: Rains of Hope
Chapter 28: Sparks of Fire
Chapter 29: Time for the Elves
Chapter 30: Dark Witch loses Earth
Chapter 31: Flame of the Heart
Chapter 32: Time Finds Zachariah
Chapter 33: The Witch Reveals
Chapter 34: The Inferno
Chapter 35: Time Leaves for Nature
Chapter 36: the Mother Wakes
Chapter 37: Witches Strike First
Chapter 38: Search for Time
Chapter 39: Winds Confront Time
Chapter 40: Dark Witch Wins
Chapter 41: Gaia’s Thoughts Reveal
Chapter 42: Dark War Begins
Chapter 43: Gaia Confrontation
Chapter 44: Sickness in the Earth
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Ignem, Ego Excito Ele——-South Fire
Ventus, Ego Excito Ele——-East Air
Aqua, Ego Excito Ele——West Water
Terra, Ego Excito Ele——North Earth
SAving Earths Eternal Flame
Chapter 1: Terra
Chapter 2: The Start of the Journey
Chapter 3: Adrianna
Chapter 4: The Journey
Chapter 5: Adara the Faye Queen
Chapter 6: The Dark Witches
Chapter 7: Wyatt
Chapter 8: The Fates
Chapter 9: Twists of Destiny
Chapter 10: The Eternal Flame
Chapter 11: Ride the Winds
Chapter 12: Going to Zona
Chapter: 13 Waters of the Vision
Chapter 14: DRUIDS, WICCA AND WITCHES
Chapter 15: Betrayal
Chapter 16: The Hawks
Chapter 17: Opening the Gulf
Chapter 18: The War
Chapter 19: Prisoners of War
Chapter 20: Time
Chapter 21: The Hidden Caves
Chapter 22: Accepting Betrayal
Chapter 23: The Battle in Time
The Elemental BOOK 2: The Eternal Flame
Chapter 24: Time’s New Plan
Chapter 25: Sera is Finding Roots
Chapter 26: Terra’s Dark Side
Chapter 27: Rains of Hope
Chapter 28: Sparks of Fire
Chapter 29: Time for the Elves
Chapter 30: Dark Witch loses Earth
Chapter 31: Flame of the Heart
Chapter 32: Time Finds Zachariah
Chapter 33: The Witch Reveals
Chapter 34: The Inferno
Chapter 35: Time Leaves for Nature
Chapter 36: the Mother Wakes
Chapter 37: Witches Strike First
Chapter 38: Search for Time
Chapter 39: Winds Confront Time
Chapter 40: Dark Witch Wins
Chapter 41: Gaia’s Thoughts Reveal
Chapter 42: Dark War Begins
Chapter 43: Gaia Confrontation
Chapter 44: Sickness in the Earth
Chapter 1: Terra
WAKING UP IN A FAMILIAR room, the low white ceilings and gray walls are plain, but it is my small room. I lay in bed listening to the others while the house begins to stir; the all-girl home is loud even in the early mornings. Today is the last day I will know this room, I turn eighteen today.
We live in a small part of the state after the war the states were given total government and control over their people. My mother told me stories of how one government ruled all fifty states in the beginning, but the war changed that. It seems so long ago when she passed; I was seven and put in to Mary’s Home for Ladies.
“Terra!” loud pounding on the door and deep raspy voice, Susan, the warden is bellowing. She is a tall woman with gray hair and eyes, her voice shows she has lived a hard life and blames everyone else for it.
“Bout time you get out, we need the room and you need to get your testing done so you can leave.”
The tests decide what I do for the rest of my life, and where I shall live. I am not excited, we have been taking the tests since we were twelve, always get the mines. The tests determine if we go to the mills, the mines or lucky enough to work up state. I am too small for the mines, my good thought for the day, but I am orphaned so the mills will be my option. As I get out of bed, quick glance around at the room, no special memories here, but I know where everything is. I get ready so I can get out as quaintly as Susan put it.
“It’s about time; have to get the room ready for Molly!”
“I am out of the room, I am getting out” I retorted as snotty as she speaks.
Step out on to the front stoop of the house, the warmth of sunshine on my face; the fresh air fills my lungs, I should be happy to get out of there. I begin my walk to the testing center. Others are walking toward the large building. They are in groups and chattering amongst them, I quicken my pace to pass them.
The testing facility is large and shiny, the nicest building in our town. Stone pillars offset the entryway where the huge glass doors open to those who turned eighteen today. The main desk to check in is where I head first. A woman who works there, I wonder what she tested to get this job. I wonder if she would tell me. “Terra Primstone” is all I can muster enough voice for.
“Room 4 Section D” she barely looks up and tells me where to go. The corridor is long taking me to room 4. The large cement wall makes the building cold even though the temperatures are reaching in the nineties. I come to the door with the large number four etched into the glass.
I walk through the door; it feels as a weight just dropped on me, chills running through my spine. I go to the desk marked section D and sit to wait until my name is called. After hours of waiting, I hear my name to go into the tunnel. It is so eerie, like walking into a giant MRI machine, then waiting for mechanics of it to begin.
The walls spin and images flash in front of you; the conveyor mo
ves you through the tunnel. Horrific images are in the beginning people dying in the war then it goes to the mines and the mills.
The last sets of images followed by Governor Isaac’s voice, “After the wars we knew we had to support a job for every able body to work. These tests monitored your reaction to each image; giving us the ability to place you in a career best suited for you and still meets our needs. Please head to the mills for further instruction.”
The conveyor stops and the door open. Every year since I was twelve, I have been told to go to the mills. I meander toward the mills savoring the sunshine and freedom, small blades of grass breaking into the cement structures around me. I remember back to the stories my mother told me about trees being everywhere, in forests and valleys.
Today is cement or steel, there are only trees and vegetation in the greenhouses where they grow the foods. I saw a river once before they became wastelands. Heard stories oceans on the other sides of the country and those waves are so dangerous they capsize ships. I wonder how the world looked as if there still was grassy knolls and big shady trees. Our history books do not have pictures but my mother used to paint them. When she died they destroyed her work, they told her work is worthless.
The mill smells similar to sulfur, its dark gray structure shows where from the elements are causing rust and pitting in the steel. I put my hand into the security scan and it reads my name and the big doors open. A tall man is waiting for me, he looks tired, circles under his blue eyes and his dark wavy hair is straying along his face. It is hot; the sweat is dripping from his forehead. “Terra Primstone?”
“Yes, that is me,” I don’t know where this meek voice is coming.
“I am Wyatt Nolan, The supervisor of the mill and I handle the apartment accommodations. Your test did not give you an actual position, it said mills. I will show you your apartment and then we will figure out what job shall be yours.” His voice tight and dark, I don’t think he enjoys his career. I wonder how he got a position such as this; he can’t be much older than me.
We walk through the corridors through the mills, the grain mills are first. Their loud snapping sounds as it breaks the grains for cooking. The machines are large, dark steel, the lighting is dim in the area, I can barely make out the people clearing the conveyors and boxing the ground wheat. We are turning the corner, the process center and the food products in the mill are inspected here. The hall ways are long and so hot in these rooms, I can feel my body drenching with sweat. I hope I get to shower once in the apartment.
We turn to another hall; my guide is silent and stoic. He has not said a word or changed his expression since he told me his name.
Finally, we stop and he looks at me, “hope you have made a note of the turns in the hallways. Go up the stairs, you are 4D. I will be up soon to go over everything with you,” He says politely, I notice the circle thing in his ear. He must be listening to something.
I walk up the stairs, everything is so dark, I can’t see in front of me. I find 4D and open the door. The apartment is nice, I was surprised. A short hallway opens to a living room. The kitchen to the right and another hall to the left, I check out the kitchen. Fully stocked; this might not be so bad. Everything is the gray steel, same throughout the mill. Not much for color, but I have big windows letting in light. Refrigerator is full of food. I have never seen so much food in a house before, never allowed in the kitchens at the home.
Never cooked before; wonder if I’ll enjoy it. I turn toward the other hall way and pass a small bathroom, same gray steel. The bedroom door is open; it has a real bed, not the cot as I am used to. The room is unfriendly looking; everything is steel, the bed frame, the dresser and frame of the mirror. I look out the window and the mines are in the distance. A wave of relief comes over me, and I am not in the mines.
Tapping on the door, Wyatt walks in, “I hope its ok for you in here” his monotone voice can be nerve racking. I turn and see those blue eyes, depth, but no warmth and no friendship here.
“We have curfews, you must be in your apartment by 10 PM, we give you today to get comfortable and you start work tomorrow 7AM sharp. You will be in the office trained as my assistant.” He turned and walked out.
That is the guide and tutorial, I think to myself, wow this will be fun. I have the day to explore; going to take advantage of it. First a shower, oh hot water feels wonderful. Put on my new clothes, how they know my size, I wonder to myself as I pull the jeans on and a tank top over my head. I head out the door. I see the stairs to figure my way out, so deserted, everyone must work, I want outside so I can smell fresh air.
Outside, everything is still cement and steel, but fresh air. I walk along the path that goes to the mines, go pass little vending machines, food dispensers. Learn to cook this week since I have no money to start.
I hear the loud music coming from the alley between the vending machines and a carnival setting up. A little woman grabs my arm. She is at least seventy but has a grip of steel.
“I’m sorry if I am not supposed to walk here.” I notice her etched face, her skin ash with age and wrinkles. Her peculiar eyes, almond shaped almost no color in them. Her white hair pulled into a tight bun, with strands popping out from hard labor and sweat.
“You turned 18 today, on the summer solstice?” her voice is firm and deep.
“Yes, can you let go of my arm please,” my voice wavers, she’s creepy.
“You were orphaned and your name is Terra?”
“How do you know this?” Now I am annoyed and strength is in my voice.
“Your mother died of illness and your father dead... hmmm”
“Who are you?”
“I am who you seek in each lifetime; your soul looks for me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The book, I show you the book, and then you will see.”
“OK” I am leery of this woman, but she knows who I am, I dislike this.
She runs into a small tent, “Come in here, Terra”
I look around the alley; surely enough people are wandering around to help me if she tries to do something to me. I walk into the tent; it is bigger than the alley and symbols painted everywhere. A large table is in the middle with a silk black cloth covering the top of it.
There a huge book lies on the table. “Your soul has been seeking my ancestors for hundreds of years, you have us wake your soul when you turn 18 in vessels age.”
“My vessel, what are you talking about?”
The old woman opens it, and it’s full of pictures and incantations; I step back, “you’re a witch?”
“No, no, I am a Druid, but you are ancient and now is the time for you to find your sisters.”
“My sisters? I am an orphan and an only child!” Heat is building up in my back and neck. This woman is crazy and to talk like this, is treason, the state will execute us.
“Read the book, and remember who you are” The old woman bellows at me, staring at me with her colorless eyes. There are pictures in the book, the first is a drawing, and it says 200 BC, the drawing is of me. I have long black hair, dark green eyes, and my pale skin. How does she have a drawing of me in 200 BC?
“They did not have writing tools, let alone colors to draw with in 200 BC.” I bellow back at her in disbelief.
“Read the incantation.”
“Polaque atopa, a catro, a terra, o vento, a auga elume. Traiacousafinao caosReighnpara salvara nai decreación eunirse aelaco paide creación. Vanrestaurar a maxiana terracomo debería ser.”
Terra looked at the old woman, color of emeralds comes into her eyes and her white hair transcended in to long flowing red hair. She was beautiful, that is all Terra could acknowledge, “Who are you?” still in shock and disbelief.
“In time you find, the four, the earth, the wind, the water, and fire. Bring the end to chaos reign to save the mother of creation and unite her with the father of creation. They will restore the magic in the earth as it should be. I don’t know this language, yet I un
derstood what I said, what the hell is happening?”
“I am Gaia, your true mother of your soul, you must remember the quest of when humans destroyed the Earth, we must protect it Terra.”
“My father was executed for this kind of talk, are you insane?”
“Your vessel never had a father, I told you this so you would understand today that you are not a human but an element. Your soul’s father is of time and we must be rejoined or the earth will die. Find your sisters, the four of you together and bring the bond to join us. Find the Faery folk, the Queen will aid you once she knows who you are, the Timekeeper will help you.”
I blinked the carnival was gone, who the hell is the Timekeeper and Faery Folk. This has to be a dream. I lost the urge to explore and walked home. It is dark now, how long was I in that tent? Weird shadows are in every corner of the town. Where there once were many people, now are all gone. There is a form striding toward me, its tall and muscular, my stomach is turning, the shadows are moving but staying hidden. Fear is taking a grip of me.
“Did you read the incantation?” a deep voice coming from the form but somewhat familiar I recognize this voice.
“Who are you?”
“Did you read the incantation?” Wyatt steps in closer, now I can see who he is.
“What is going on? Why are you out here and asking me if I read the incantation? Did you know that woman? What are those shadows?”
Wyatt looks at her, recognizing the fear in her voice, the confusion, “I am the Timekeeper, I was sent to help you and watch over you. If you read the incantation, your memories will return, don’t look at the shadows, they do not recognize who you are, we have to move.” He whispers this as he grabs my arm, I am in a daze, this cannot be happening, I don’t know him and what is a Timekeeper.
“Get it together Terra, they will recognize you soon, I will explain as much as I can but we have to move now.”
Chapter 2: The Start of the Journey
NONE OF THIS MAKES sense, I walk with him out of town, reviewing what just happened and now I trust a stranger to tell me the truth. Never have I been outside the gate of our little town. I always wondered if something was out there and not made of steel and concrete. Heard stories and longed to see the other states, but that is forbidden, we are not allowed to travel. “Where are we going?” I muster as much of my voice as I can find.