Revolution of the Gods: The Battle for Sol Book One by W.R. Hobbs Read Free Book Online Page B

met Kele. From the second he met her, he knew Mykah possessed a special spirit. The elder took her under his wing to teach her the prophecy – the entire prophecy. Even back then the 83 year old Kele knew the time was growing short and he needed to prepare a protege; even if she did have a strange name.
    This December morning Mykah was running preoccupied with thoughts of
Soyal
; the first kachina which makes its appearance at the winter solstice. It was her favorite ceremony because it represented the rebirth of new life. She was thinking about how much she enjoyed seeing that turquoise helmet and watching the kachina walk like a toddler.
    Only one more day.
    Kele’s home was Mykah’s midway point for her daily trek in the desert. She always ran down Indn Route 9 then turned south down Bear Springs Rd until she reached his house where she then turned back. Today as she approached her turn to head south she noticed something strange. A column of smoke was rising from the top of Kele’s kiva. The Hopi for many centuries sat in their underground square walled kivas to communicate with the spirit world. Mykah sped up her pace.
    By the time she reached his home, the elder was carefully climbing out of the kiva. Mykah ran past his house into the backyard, slowing her trot as she came closer to him.
    “Ah, my child. It is good to see you.”
    “Elder Tawanima, I can’t remember the last time I saw you in the kiva this late in the morning.”
    “We must go inside Mykah. Prepare much we must.”
    In contrast to many of the structures in Hotevilla, the elder had built his home by hand over four decades ago in the traditional style of his people. He created the square shaped house using a mixture of adobe brick and roughly cut stone which was finished with a smooth light brown plaster.
    As they walked inside, Mykah as always admired the two rooms. The ceiling made from a combination of brush and clay was supported by exposed wooden beams and cross poles. The walls were gypsum whitewashed with a complex geometric band running parallel to the flagged floor. The only signs of the modern world were the hinged doors and glass window panes.
    The two of them sat down in the corner in front of Kele’s fireplace that was hooded with woven strands of wood covered in plaster connected to a hole in the ceiling.
    “What is the matter elder Tawanima?” Mykah asked after more clearly discerning the expression of dismay on his deeply wrinkled face.
    “Our ancestors from the sky gave us the signs necessary to recognize Pahana’s return. The Koyaanisqatsi has persisted for too long and the world has not regained its balance. The time of the purification and Fifth World are at hand. The most important of all signs will appear in less than one day now,” Kele explained in slow deliberation.
    Mykah was accustomed to her mentor speaking in metaphor and asked, “You mean Soyal?”
    “No my child. The return of our true white brother is upon us. It is imminent. Saquasohuh (The Blue Star) will be seen by all of man. Mykah, your purpose and mission is now to be revealed. The return of The Red Star depends on your success. Otherwise there will be no Purification and the planet is doomed.”
    Mykah looked at Kele with both apprehension and astonishment replacing her gentle smile. She had essentially been told that the end times had arrived for certain. Ever since she arrived in Hotevilla, Mykah was told that she held a great purpose. Over the years she trained and educated herself for some type of abstract mission which she personally came to view as imaginary because when she inquired about details, none were ever given.
    So the mission is real! Leetayo was being truthful all of these years.
    After a few seconds of mental digestion and looking into the fire, her eyes rose back up to meet the elder. She did not hesitate or cower.
    “I am ready,” she declared.
    “Ready you better be or all will be lost my child.”
    “I have been well prepared