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The Light at the End of the World Chap. 1 "Sentinels"

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She was elderly yet strong. Her strength was maintained by the physical effort just to survive. Always on the search for food.Always the constant gathering of water and the never ending repairs to the shelter, not only kept her occupied but kept up her stamina. She was still an attractive woman. Her once ash-blonde hair now almost white. Her face still contained an element of beauty and her figure was still trim. Today she walks to the beach. Checks the fish traps. They are full. So they will be able to eat tonight. She looks out over the ocean. A fog still surrounds the island. Nothing to see anyway. So she gathers the fish and heads inland. Through the dark jungle, she knows the way. And she hears them once again. The sounds. The barely perceptible words, softly spoken. The whispers. Constantly telling her the future. Telling her what must be done. Warning her of what is to come. Reminding her of her sacred duty. And she listens. For they know. She enters the camp. The other two are not there. Probably at the beach on the other side. Swimming. Gathering more fish. Playing games. Staring out at the ocean and wondering. Waiting for their next journey. Their next correction. The woman filets the fish. Prepares the fire. The two will be hungry and home soon anyway, no matter what they were up to. And the whispers have told her what she must do. What to tell the other two. What they must do soon. The woman glances up into the sky. The fog over the island has lifted and she can see the blue sky. A jet contrail appears overhead. So far up and far away. The woman watches. Faint memories return. So long ago. Tears start to form in her eyes. She quickly wipes them away when she hears the other two approaching. "Hello, Mother," the young blonde woman says. "We gathered some fruits on the way back, should go good with the fish," the young man says. "Yes, thank you," the woman replied, but the two noticed a sadness in her words. "Are you okay?" the young woman asked. "Yes. Yes, I am," the old woman replies, "its just that we have to talk over dinner tonight." "Is it the whispers?" the young man asks. The old woman nods. The young woman replies, "Its okay. We understand. It is our duty. We are chosen. We know that. We will do what you ask us. You know that." The old woman nods again. "Yes," the old woman says, "but this time it will be different. There is someone coming and we are all in danger. We must prepare. And you two cannot fail in your assignment." "We never have," said the young man, as he smiled. The old woman smiled back and glanced back up into the sky. The jet was now gone and the contrail barely visible. Cindy Chandler knew what had to be done. And with the help of Zach and Emma, she prayed that they would be successful. The very existence of the world depended on it. To be Continued: Next Chap. 2 "Shipwreck"

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