Crash! The empty mug slips from my hand, shattering on the floor. Seconds later, the pantry wall slams shut, leaving me with nothing but questions.
I had come to the kitchen to get some hot tea and a cookie. The anticipation of starting school tomorrow had my stomach tied in knots, and I couldn’t relax enough to sleep.
I set the kettle on the stove, switching on the burner to heat the water. I grabbed a cookie from where Mom keeps them, in a UFO shaped cookie jar that Dad made her when they were dating. They met at a UFO conference, of all places.
Reaching for a mug in the cupboard, I heard voices in my father’s basement office and instantly recognized the voice of Wolf, a tribal elder. The secret stairs leading to the office are hidden behind a wall in the pantry, but they apparently forgot to close it, as well as the office door, because some of what they were saying could be heard very clearly.
I heard Wolf say, “The Watchers told Sequoia it’s nearly time. Things have been escalating these last eighteen years. Will Jewel be ready?”
“How? How do we get her ready for this? We have no idea what she and the others are supposed to do,” Dad answered.
Wolf must have walked to the other end of the office because his voice faded and all I heard was “... the fate of the world rests on them...”
That was when I no longer felt the mug; only remembering it as it shattered on the tile floor.
Cleaning up the broken shards as quickly as I can, I turn the burner off, and return to my room without the tea. One question reverberates in my brain and promises to keep me awake all night. What do I need to be ready for?
I crawl into bed and fight the sheet and blanket in my effort to get comfortable. Sleep eludes me. Who are the Watchers Wolf mentioned? And who are the others? What are we supposed to do? I wish I hadn’t gone to the kitchen. I wish I hadn’t heard any of it.
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