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Chapter Nineteen
Spring, 2026
The Catskills Mountains
Twelve years had come
and gone. The clan had migrated farther north, growing with each passing day.
They attempted to farm the fertile valleys of upstate New York, but were
constantly hunted by search and destroy teams.
Realizing that they were too
exposed, Omar led his people into the mountains. Taking advantage of the
terrain, the clan evolved new tactics that helped them to fight New America to
a standstill. Spreading themselves
throughout the hills they formed a federation of clans, separate fingers
sometimes coming together to wield a powerful sword.
Jason dashed for home,
weighed down by a heavy heart and his fractured pride. The chorus of
name-calling chased him up a narrow earth-worn path. Valora, tending to her
garden, witnessing her son’s distress, dropped her hoe and intercepted him
before he reached the hut.
“Jason, what’s wrong?” she
asked, her voice concerned. Jason didn’t answer, instead, hurried past her into
the hut. She waited a bit and casually followed him in. What they called home
was nothing more than simple hut, but clean and practically arranged with the
essentials.
“Son, do you want to talk
about it?” Jason was sitting upright on
his palette beneath the window, his legs crossed in yoga fashion, twiddling his
thumbs. “You know, they don’t mean what they say, Jason. They don’t mean to
hurt you.”
“Then, why do they say such
mean things, Mother?” Jason asked looking up, his cheeks soaked, and his eye
brimming with tears. “They ask me to do magic, and when I can’t they call me
names. They say that I’m a freak and they call me ‘devil boy’.”
“Oh, no baby, you’re not a
freak,” Valora said, joining him on the pallet. “It’s just, well, they’re young
and do not understand your special gifts.”
“It’s the older ones too.
They act like they’re at prayer service whenever I’m around. They treat me
different than they do the other children. Why, mother? Why can’t I be like
everyone else?” Valora was set to respond when she heard footsteps.
“Auntie Dee,” Jason shouted
as he ran up and threw his arms around her. “Tell me the story again of how you
outsmarted those dumb old New Americans to get back to us.”
“Chipmunk, you’ve heard that
story a thousand times. I should think you’d be sick to death of hearing it by
now.”
“Oh, no, I never get tired
of hearing it. Mother is always telling me how you helped father start the clan
and how you never left her side when she was pregnant with me.”
Dee turned to Valora,
cocking her head slightly and faking consternation. “You talk too much,” Dee
admonished Valora before bellowing out a hearty laugh. Jason watched as Dee
limped over to the ring of cushions in the center of the hut.
Dee had rejoined the clan
after almost a year. The entire diversion team was killed the day of the move,
except her. She was wounded and near death, but somehow managed to make it to
the basement of the Schomburg, where she hid until she was able to walk.
Perhaps hobble would be more accurate.
It would be three months before she was
able to start north in search of the clan. All roads north were, by then,
patrolled by raiders and monitored by aerial drones. It would take six more
months and a score of dead raiders before she miraculously rejoined the clan.
But, she never regained the full use of her leg.
“Try some of this tea,” Valora
demanded. “It’s made with sassafras root and honey.” With Jason’s help, Dee
unloaded her pack. Laying her oak staff next to her, Dee lowered herself to the
exotic array of throw pillows, arranging them to suit her. The two women
continued to make small talk as Jason looked on. However, he knew it wouldn’t
be long before his mother gave him the make-yourself-scarce look. He decided
that if he were going to ask, now was the best time.
“Mother, I want to go with
Sean. He’s going fishing on the other side of the mountain and he promised to
take me with him.”
“Absolutely not, Jason, your
father is expecting you to go with him; he’ll be disappointed if you’re not
here when he arrives.”
“But, Mother, I don’t like
hunting, and besides I’m no good at it.”
“Your father rarely has time
to spend with us these days with the clan growing as it is. I think it would be
good for my two men to spend some time together, alone.”
“Mother, I don’t want to
be a warrior like father. After all, haven’t we been fighting our enemies for
twelve years? We are no closer to peace than when we started,” Jason voiced
confidently.
A scornful look on Valora’s
face replaced one of mild vexation. “Jason, your father carries an enormous
burden. The entire clan looks to him. If he hadn’t moved us here to the
Catskills, we would all have been captured or worse!”
“I know, mother, but can I please go fishing with Sean.”
“Your father will be disappointed, Jason.”
“Pleeeeeease, mother, may I.” Valora stood stoned-faced, giving him a
long look.
“Valora, let the boy go fishing,” Dee grumbled. Jason nodded his head in
agreement. “While I will admit that that Sean is some piece of work, he’s
harmless enough. And, as far as the ‘general’ is concerned, he knows that the
boy can’t stay cooped up around here all day waiting for him to return.
“Cook the ‘general’ one of you venison specialties. That should help you
break the news to him. It’s the second best way to a man’s heart,” Dee said, as
she fought to keep a serious face. But, she couldn’t contain herself and burst
into an uproarious laugh. Valora soon joined her, and then Jason, though he
didn’t get the joke.
Valora back turned to Jason, her laugh coming to a grinding halt. Valora
finally caved.” Just make sure you keep your eyes open for raiders. Oh, and be
back before dark.” In one long, perpetual motion, Jason hugged both women,
grabbed up his pole from beside his cot, and flashed out the door.
Jason was half way down the trail when he remembered that he was going
to need earthworms. It was just his luck that he had spied some night crawlers
that very morning sprouting through the surface of their earthen abode. He was
soon squatting down behind the hut and plucking them from the earth and
stuffing them into his pocket.
He paid little notice to the voices sifting through the thin wall behind
him, until he heard his name mentioned. His hand froze in midair, the night
crawler wiggling at the end of his fingers.
“Valora you know what he is and what he is destined to become. You’re
only deluding yourself if you think otherwise. You should tell him everything.”
“Dee, I love you like a sister, and God knows, the boy worships the
ground that you walk on. Since the death of my mother, you have been there for
all of us. Nonetheless, you are not his mother. Contrary to popular opinion, I
think that I know what’s best for my son. So, let’s drop it. Drink your tea!”
“Valora, do you remember the day you joined the clan?”
“How can I forget?”
“You asked me about my connection to Omar.” Valora was listening as she
stacked the bowls from breakfast. “I promised to one day tell you.”
“I figured you’d get around to telling me one day,” replied Valora.
“That’s why I never probed.”
“Well, today is that day. C’mon, take a load off” Dee insisted, patting
the pillow next to her. You may even learn something about Jason. Valora
grabbed a cup of tea and came over and sat down beside her good friend.
“About a year before you and I met, I was on the 155th Street
Bridge about to jump when Omar came along and risked his life pulling me back over
the railing. He took me back to the hospital, and slowly helped me to restore
my will to live.
“Not once did he ask me why I wanted to kill myself. He must have
assumed that my action was caused by the collapse. The bridge was getting a lot
of use in those days. But, the collapse itself wasn’t the cause of my grief.
The truth is that in some way I felt that I had helped to bring it about.”
Valora intrigued, set her mug down and stared, intently.
“You see, before all of this I was studying law at NYU.” Valora’s eyes
widened. “It didn’t last long. To satisfy my worthless husband’s need for a
full-time wife, I dropped out. Only to find out two months later that he was
cheating on me with a close friend all the while. We soon divorced. Without a
job and neck deep in bills, returning to law school wasn’t an option.
“So, I decided to give the NYPD a shot. In less than two years, I made
detective first grade, the first of my graduating class to do so. I was soon
assigned a partner, Tony Rossi, an up-and-coming narcotics detective who was
caught on radio using the N-word to describe people of color. Somehow it was
leaked to the press and the community called for his head. For his sins, he was
transferred to homicide.
“One day we were assigned to investigate the hit-and-run of an executive
in the underground parking area down on Rector and Wall Street. At first, it
looked like a simple hit and run. But, over the next few weeks, we uncovered
evidence that suggested a professional hit.
“After weeks of chasing down the flimsiest of leads, Tony cashed in on a
few favors. His contacts had access to some offshore accounts. From there, we
followed the money. Our investigation revealed that the victim, Mr. Wolcott,
had stumbled on to files that proved his firm’s, Eastern Securities,
involvement in an elaborate scheme to undermine the dollar’s position in the
global market and to cause a financial meltdown. He and his partner, an old
college acquaintance, were killed when they tried to cash in on their find.
“It would seem that Wolcott and
accomplice were a couple of insider traders. But, this time they got in way
over their heads. Tony, against better judgment, continued to dig deeper. He
was obsessed. What he uncovered should have stayed buried. I remember the night
he approached me like it was yesterday.
“Afraid to talk at the station, he had me
meet him at a small bistro down in Greenwich Village. While on the surface, it
seemed that the plot was hatched by eco-terrorists; in reality they were simply
pawns in a conspiracy as old as civilization itself. He unveiled a hidden hand,
a secret society. In some circles it’s referred to as the Illuminati. Everyone
considers it a myth. But, Tony obtained proof to the contrary.
“The shadow organization had amassed such
power and wealth that even nations were but servants in their global
schemes. And, they were prepared to
protect their secrecy at all cost.”
“Dee, you said that I would learn
something about Jason,” Valora asked.
“I getting to that,” replied Dee before
continuing on. “The Illuminati, in its hydra of forms, is dedicated to the
destruction of national governments the world over. For centuries, they have
been at work behind the scenes. The goal of this dark order has never changed.
It is to bring about a one-world government, ushering in an epoch of
unprecedented global destruction and suffering. Having achieved their goal, it
is their belief that the Antichrist will rise from the depths of hell, and rule
the earth from a throne atop a mountain of human misery.
“The next day, my partner was found dead,
shot once in the head. When they found him, his eyes, ears, and tongue were
removed.” Dee paused, waiting for a response.
Valora, rose from her seat, glanced out the
door then back at Dee. “You have never
given me a reason to doubt your word. That coupled with the things that I have
seen with my own eyes compels me to believe your story. But, I don’t see the
connection between those events and my Jason.”
“It has everything to do with Jason! He is
the chosen one. He is the Messiah sent here to foil their quest. We were all
there the night he was born. We were all there at his birth! You’re going to
tell me that there wasn’t something magical about that night? Mother knows what
Jason is, but for twelve year she’s not been heard from. Most think that she’s
dead, but I for one believe that she lives. It’s just a feeling I have.
“Anyway, you’ve heard the stories of how
others here in the mountains felt something mystical had taken place on the
very same night Jason was born. Some of the older ones claimed that they saw a
golden child in their dreams. Perhaps, there were others who felt it, maybe
round the country, or even the world for that matter.”
Valora stared at the floor, and was silent
for a long while. Then she spoke. “Dee, there is something about Jason that I
wanted to tell you about my pregnancy, but I gave my word.”
“I had my suspicions since the day of
Omar’s announcement,” said Dee. “But, the night you gave birth to Jason erased
any doubt I may have had.” Dee continued as Valora walked over to the door and
stared out at her garden.
“After Tony’s death, I went into hiding.
There was an official investigation. They found nothing. Except several leading
newspapers wrote stories suggesting an insider trading scandal with Tony and I
implicated in the murder. The story soon died, but it diverted attention from
Eastern. Soon banks began closing their doors as the dollar plummeted when
Middle Eastern and Asian investors rolled over hundreds of billions. Well, you
know the rest.
“We are refugees in our own land. What we
have done up here in the mountains is to buy time, nothing more. Soon, New
America will send a larger force to wipe us out. They can’t afford to allow us
to rebuild. They will come; if not now, then one day soon. Without Jason, to
one day lead this clan, it’s just a matter of time.”
“What is Jason supposed to do about it?”
Valora asked, incensed. “He’s only twelve.”
“I wish I knew,” answered Dee. “But, he
will not always be twelve. Now, unless you’ve forgotten how to treat a guest,
bring me one of those blueberry muffins that you’re so famous for.”
Jason rose from the grassy knoll behind
the hut, and bolted down the path, more baffled about his life than ever. He
ran until he was standing in the camp of Sean Michael O’Leary.