The Lost Garden: The Complete Trilogy

by K. T. Tomb

  “She started going into convulsions and many of her organs began shutting down. She’s on life support. We waited for your arrival, Mr. Konstantin, before pulling the plug.”

  “You will be paid well, Doctor. You and your staff, but especially you.”

  Alexey had visited Rama often these past two weeks, sitting by her side, listening to her multilingual rants and seeing the crazed look in her dying eyes. She had often cried out for the oil, not realizing who actually now owned the invaluable vial. There would be no oil for her and if Alexey had his way, no more oil for any of the Guardians. After all, the time had come for a changing of the guard.

  Alexey smiled as he followed the Iranian doctor into Ramadan IL Eve’s private room. She was not alone. There were two other doctors there as well as three nurses, all of whom had been bribed by Alexey. They turned and saw the Russian and appropriately stepped aside.

  She was deathly pale, but her face seemed almost peaceful. The mad rants were done and she was finally dying. The woman had been on death’s door for two weeks, living impossibly long. She had been steadily weakening, and Alexey suspected the healing oil in her system was running its course. Without more oil to heal the damaging wounds, she would die a mortal’s death.

  She looked beautiful and old, like an ancient alabaster statue, carved from the hands of a Greek master. She could have been the model for Aphrodite or Athena. Her face had an ancient quality to it. She looked as he suspected women had looked thousands of years ago, without the benefit of even the mild evolution of our species that had occurred. Her cheekbones were relatively flat. Her forehead had a slightly more pronounced orbital ridge than he was accustomed to. Her lips were narrow and drawn and now colorless. She looked ancient to him and yet, here she was in front of him.

  She was breathing through tubes. Oxygen was being fed directly into her system through a series of life support machines that kept the rudiments of life preserved.

  For the first time, he reached out and touched her arm, which was still bandaged in two places from bullet wounds. Although the bullets had struck bone, the bones had not shattered. The doctors had been shocked at the bone’s strength. Alexey had not been shocked. He stroked her smooth skin softly.

  “Which plug will be pulled, Dr. Rashid?”

  The doctor pointed to two light switches next to a monitor. “Depressing these two buttons, Mr. Konstantin, will stop the life support.”

  “Thank you, Doctor. You and your staff may leave now.”

  “But I cannot—”

  “But I think you can, Doctor.” There was no mistaking the tone in Alexey’s voice. The doctor stared at him briefly and then ushered the other doctors and nurses out of the room. He closed the door behind him.

  Alexey turned back to the dying woman, his hand now resting lightly on hers. “Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for coming into my life, but now, you must go. There is no place left for you in this world. You are a dying breed. I will see to that.”

  Her hand moved surprisingly fast, grabbing hold of Alexey’s hand with crushing strength. Alexey dropped to his knees, crying out. His fingers were caught awkwardly and her hand was as big as his own. He lifted his head, grunting.

  She was staring at him with her aquamarine eyes. When she spoke, she did so in perfectly fluent Russian. “We were destined to be here together, Alexey Konstantin. You were destined to kill me. I accept my destiny, but do you accept yours?”

  Alexey struggled mightily with her grip and finally, using his other hand, managed to pry himself free from her Herculean grip. From his knees, he crawled backward, feeling foolish but suddenly very afraid. The woman was supposed to be nearly dead. Perhaps the last vestiges of the oil left in her system gave her this strength. Alexey wasn’t exactly a religious man, although recent events had shaken his own core beliefs. Neither was he a man who didn’t believe that one’s own fate could not be changed with a simple decision. He had always felt that Fate and Destiny were a matter of careful decision making, which left no room for the supernatural and no room for God.

  She had shaken him now unreasonably.

  “What—what is my destiny?”

  “Why, you will be the conqueror of Eden, as it has been foretold.”

  “Who foretold this?”

  “The Mother Daughter foretold this.”

  He knew this to be their Guardian leader, an ancient woman of virtually unknown age and origin. Alexey discovered that he was pressed up next to the life support machine. “What else is in my future, Ramallah IL Eve?”

  She smiled at him. It was the first time he had seen her smile, but he barely noticed. He also barely noticed that his heart was hammering in his chest. He sensed he had tapped into a source of future knowledge and he wanted to know it all.

  She said weakly, “There are some things even the Mother Daughter does not know, Slayer. Some things hang in the balance and it is the choices we make that tip the balance one way or another.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “The Tree of Life must not be moved, Slayer.”

  Alexey swallowed hard. That had been exactly his plan. He planned to move it somewhere more convenient, where it could be studied, where it could be tapped like a maple tree for all it was worth.

  “Why do you call me Slayer?”

  Her eyes rolled up in her head and she closed her lids with a flutter. When she spoke again, Alexey had to lean closer to hear her whispered words: “The Great Slayer will rise in the east and the earth will tremble. The mountains will crumble.”

  Alexey felt perspiration break out on his brow. What the hell did that mean?

  She wasn’t done and her words grew softer still. “Night comes to paradise and he brings with him the fire in his eyes, but will it be enough?”

  She was done. Whatever latent burst of energy she had mustered was gone. She lay back and seemed not to move at all, except for the movements of the machinery keeping her alive. Alexey reached over, weak in the knees, mouth dry and thoroughly shaken to the core. He depressed the two brightly lit buttons. Immediately, there was silence in the large room as the life supports shut down. He watched her chest rise and fall for the last time.

  What happened next would give Alexey nightmares for the rest of his life.

  ***

  At first, Alexey could not help but feel a sense of loss. After all, this woman had provided him with so much information that he considered keeping her alive with the healing oil just long enough to fill in the holes in her narrative. How many warriors were hidden in the mountain? What was the location of the secret tunnel to the Garden of Eden?

  If she was not under the delirium of death, Alexey suspected that she would not be forthright with her answers. Ultimately, Alexey thought it wise to let her die. He did not want to awaken a giant and risk having her escape to warn the others.

  Alexey had every intention of finding Eden and the Tree of Life.

  Almost immediately, an unusual odor reached his nose. At first he couldn’t place it, but soon the stench of decay became unmistakable. He had been around death before—in the rough back alleys of St. Petersburg, where bums did more than beg; they died. This was the decaying stench he remembered. The smell of death. The stench rapidly grew stronger, filling the private hospital room. Alexey covered his face with his hands, fighting the impulse to gag.

  Her right hand shot up suddenly, bent at the elbow and her jaw jutted out and seemed to lock in place. Alexey shouted in surprise and backpedalled into an assortment of hospital equipment, knocking over a stainless steel tray that clattered to the floor.

  The door flew open and the hospital staff came running in, led by Dr. Rashid, who went straight to his patient. Immediately, the others covered their noses with hands and masks.

  Alexey watched from the back wall as the doctor took hold of her arm and tried to move it. Pale with shock, he turned to another doctor and proclaimed that the rigor mortis had already set in and the body was decaying at an accelerated rate.


  The doctors stepped back, awestruck.

  What had been Ramallah IL Eve, the beautiful and fatally injured Guardian of Eden, began to change before their very eyes. Alexey could only watch in horror and fascination, unable to tear his eyes off of the alarming transformation. Although Alexey always considered himself a resilient man, he wanted to flee the room. Yet, he forced himself to stay and watch.

  Others chose not to. Two nurses ran from the room.

  Alexey could not avert his eyes and felt as if he was watching a stop-motion film. That beautiful and oddly structured face that could have launched a thousand Greek sculptures began to wither and dry. Her lips receded back, exposing strong teeth and gums as her nose shriveled and then disappeared. Her eyelids peeled up, exposing eyes that dried into raisins as the skin turned into something that resembled ancient parchment. Her hands, the only other parts of her body seen above the white linens, dwindled rapidly, with the bones pushing out like white worms through the earth.

  Her dark hair grew rapidly as well, spilling out over her pillow and down along the mattress and then stopped growing altogether and fell in great chunks to the floor. These strands rapidly turned to dust and scattered over the white linoleum floor. Alexey watched them blow away, caught in whatever circulation the central air conditioning stirred.

  He looked back up to her face and was shocked to see flakes of skin fall from her bone structure. The dried skin quickly piled up around her perfectly white skull that now seemed to grin at all of them.

  The flakes didn’t last. These too, turned to dust, staining the pillowcase in some places, but mostly disappearing into oblivion.

  The stink of decay briefly filled the room and then was gone. Perhaps less than five minutes after her death, Alexey and the remaining hospital staff were staring down at a perfectly white skeleton.

  Ramallah IL Eve had made quite an exit from this world.

  ***

  Alexey finished his glass of sherry. The bottle was now more than half gone. He thought more about what happened next. Perhaps the most perplexing of the whole affair was after he had returned to his labs with the skeleton. He had had three local paleoarchaeologists run some discrete tests. Carbon dating had come back from three different sources. All of them had confirmed that the skeleton was over twenty-five hundred years old.

  How could this be? She had only recently died. Yet, her bones had calcified and the carbon within them had escaped rapidly enough to fool even the archaeologist’s dating equipment.

  Alexey had his own theory on this as well. She should have died over twenty-five hundred years ago. She had defied nature in life and when her time had come and Alexey had finally pulled that plug, her body had reverted to its natural state.

  Alexey stood and paced before the hearth, feeling its flame, sweat forming on his brow. Her final words, uttered just four days ago, disturbed him. She had called him the Great Slayer and demanded that he must not remove the Tree of Life. How had she known his plans?

  What would happen if the Tree of Life were removed and transplanted elsewhere, say in a controlled environment, where it would get the necessary nourishment? He doubted nothing.

  The tree was a marvel, a natural phenomenon that the ancients had happened upon long ago and built their amazing and enduring story around. Yes, the tree gave amazing life and it just might very well be one of a kind, although Alexey suspected there might be more like it. Its ability to react instantly with injuries and even instill life puzzled the hell out of Alexey. He had his best chemists working around the clock at this very moment trying to figure out how such a reaction worked. He was sure to find the answer, but until then, he needed that tree. He needed more of the oil. The amount they had was just not enough to run continued testing.

  He knew the mountain, the obstacles, and he knew his enemy. Religious zealots had made it their unending passion to horde the secrets of the Tree of Life. Well, they had done a hell of a job.

  Alexey was ready to take over the reins now.

  After all, it was just a tree.

  He was just the man to cultivate the product and offer the world relief from their pain and misery, and to increase their lives.

  All for a price, of course.

  Not to mention, he had no intention of dying as well. Not with sole access to the Tree of Life.

  All of which must be kept secret.

  ***

  Milek now stood before him, sweating profusely from his brow. The room really was much too hot, but Alexey enjoyed seeing his assistant’s discomfort. Milek’s eyes shifted to the fireplace, as if to ask, “We are in the middle of an Iranian summer, why the fire?”

  “Are you too warm, Milek?”

  “No, sir. It’s just that I came over here to report on the status of the expedition.”

  Alexey smiled. “And how goes that?”

  “We have now acquired fifty mercenaries, sir, through discreet channels from our sources with the military and local warlords.”

  “The mercenaries are Persian?”

  “Persian, Kurds, Turks, and even a couple of Americans. We are currently arming them, using the expertise of Captain Shareef, through underground channels. We should be fully armed and ready to go in two days. The mercenaries know nothing, only that they have been hired to protect you.”

  “What of the local authorities?”

  “There is no authority where we are going. The highlands are empty, save for shepherds and nomads. We will be in ten covered Jeeps and should attract little attention.”

  “You did well, Milek.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “What of the expert from Israel? When shall we expect her?”

  “She arrives tomorrow. I will personally pick her up at the airport.”

  Alexey picked up a book on his coffee table. It was thick and well-worn. He had it specially shipped from a used bookstore in Moscow. The name of the author was Sulna Obvesky. The title of the book was The Bible and History. He flipped the book over. The woman looked far too young to be as well-known as she was. By all accounts, she was the leading Biblical historian. Alexey had been shocked when she had agreed to his consulting offer on the expedition. In fact, according to Milek, she had jumped at the chance, and had taken his first offer for payment, although money had been no object at this point.

  There was something about the eyes, he thought. They seemed better fit for a woman much older than her young face belied. The woman looked thirty, yet pages of her work filled the internet.

  Alexey thought about that and wondered again about her connection to Eden.

  Milek, who had been waiting patiently, opened his mouth and was about to speak but then closed it again. More sweat, and a lot of blinking was all he could do. Alexey watched the little man. Milek immediately averted his eyes and now, full rivulets of sweat made their way down his face.

  “Is there something on your mind, Milek?”

  He coughed once, still looking away. “Do we know what we are dealing with here, sir?”

  Alexey frowned and Milek caught the expression from the corner of his eye and winced. Alexey raised his voice. “We are dealing with superstitions and secrets that have been guarded by a selfish lot for many a millennium! The tree is marvelous and the sap is life-giving, but they do not have a right to hoard it from mankind. The time has come, Milek, for the world to know about the oil. I will share it with the world in due time. The secrets of the tree will be unlocked and you will see that they aren’t so awe-inspiring.”

  Milek wiped his brow with his thumb. Sweat dripped to the wooden floor. Alexey took a deep breath.

  “I am feeling generous. I will give you tomorrow off. Enjoy the city. Find yourself a woman, perhaps. We may be in the highlands for a very long time.”

  “That’s indeed very generous of you, sir, but I am happily married.”

  Alexey liked to taunt the Russian. “Well, then, enjoy the city. We set out in two days.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  M
ilek left as Alexey settled back onto the couch, staring at the flames and decided that he would finish the bottle of sherry tonight. He poured himself another glass, and discovered his hands were shaking slightly.

  Chapter Four

  Knight and Jess were in Dr. Evan Knight’s den. Knight was holding a rag to his head and was mildly alarmed at the amount of blood he was losing. Jessima IL Eve didn’t seem as concerned and instead, was searching through a knapsack on her hip, which had been obscured by the now-discarded black robe, to Knight’s extreme pleasure.

  The woman has the body of a goddess, he thought.

  “I’m going to need stitches,” he said again, but it was of no use. She wasn’t listening to him. The woman had an amazing capacity to either tune him out or to concentrate fully on the task at hand. He wasn’t sure which. “Oh, I’d say nine stitches. But do you care? No. You’re just glad that I passed whatever damned test it was that you gave me. In the process, you decided to split my head open.” He had worked himself up to the point where he was now standing.

  “It is hardly split open. Now sit.” Without looking up, she casually reached out and pushed his chest with the tips of her fingers. He fell back into the recliner.

  “Lucky push,” he said, grimacing as the washcloth rubbed the open wound. “I was off-balance and weak from the loss of blood.”

  “True, you passed my test, Evan Knight, but your whining is causing you to lose ground.”

  “I could give a damn what you think, sister—”

  She didn’t bother to look up. “I am a Daughter of Eve. Not a sister of yours.”

  Knight stared at her, with the washcloth pressed against his forehead. He didn’t know what to think or what to say to that. “You’re going to explain what the hell that means to me sooner rather than later!”

  She wasn’t listening again. Now, a look of extreme relief passed through her. From her bag she extracted a vial of amber-colored liquid. She turned to him and Knight was struck again by the fact that he was living his dream. It was as if she had stepped out from inside his head and was now a living, breathing person. His entire life he had thought he was crazy to be dreaming of the same woman, over and over.