Servants of the Legacy

By Bonnie Taylor

In Servants of the Legacy, Bonnie Taylor uses ancient astronaut theory to weave a compelling tale about our place in the universe and the concept of the plurality of worlds.

In the year 2030, when man is facing his own likely extinction, he looks up at the stars and wonders, is there a place for us out there? Perhaps we aren’t the first intelligent life to determine that the best way to fulfill our biological imperative is to plant our seed on a distant star.

Faced with depleting water reserves, crop failure, and a collapsing economy, governments struggle for solutions as mankind wonders if this is the ultimate end.
But strange things are happening...
-A global increase in UFO sightings
-Multiple abductions and close encounters
-Crop formations with encoded messages
-And the discovery of a message inside the Great Pyramid written in the modern language of technology

Directed by his father, a billionaire entrepreneur and founder of the Krittikas Aerospace Corporation, Jason sets out to find the meaning in the messages. He enlists the help of Max, a computer programmer from the Midwest. Max is skeptical of the project but soon learns that his place in this mission was not a matter of chance. He is on a course that was predetermined for him.
The end goal – to preserve a legacy of biological information that is older than life on earth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bonnie Taylor
• Release date: Sep 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463213032

Bonnie Taylor

About the AuthorBonnie Taylor is the author of the Not Forgotten paranormal seriesBonnie resides in central Louisiana with her three children, five dogs, a cat, and a parrot who frequently pulls the keys off her keyboard, (talk about an intense critic!)Bonnie writes about subjects that she is passionate about. As an avid horror/paranormal fan and having experienced unexplained phenomena first hand, Bonnie has done extensive research on the subject and has made a personal connection with several noted psychics and paranormal investigators.

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Servants of the Legacy

By Bonnie Taylor

© 2018 CPP Publishing

Forward

In the beginning, Earth was a barren orb floating through space. No one knows exactly how life began on this planet. We know that some 3.7 billion years ago, when the planetary conditions stabilized enough to support life, cyanobacteria developed and grew on rocks on the surface of the planet. Where did the molecules that make up this land algae come from? Some say it was a happy accident. They believe that the biological components and the complex carbon molecules necessary for life to exist simply hitched

a ride on a comet that fell to earth.

At 4.543 billion years old, the planet is thought to have only sustained human life for a period not longer, relatively, than a heartbeat. As more fossil evidence is discovered and we harvest and decode DNA, we learn that multiple hominid species likely walked the earth at the same time but only one species; Homo sapiens were able to thrive. Why? What made humans more capable of survival than say, the Neanderthal?

We know that in order for evolution to occur, there must be a change in genetic material; a mutation. Why were Homo sapiens capable of evolving when all other hominids simply died out? Perhaps the catalyst to our evolution wasn’t accidental. Could our evolution in to the dominant species on the planet have been planned and executed by a scientifically superior race of beings? Are we the children of an alien species that wanted to ensure the continuation of their gene pool even after their own extinction?

In the year 2030, when man is facing his own likely extinction, he looks up at the stars and wonders, is there a place for us out there? Perhaps we aren’t the first intelligent life to determine that the best way to fulfill our biological imperative is to plant our seed on a distant star.

Chapter One

Circles

Edward

Edward kept his head down through dinner. He knew eventually, Nicole was going to start speaking and he just wanted to enjoy his pork chop. He felt her eyes upon him and turned his head, pretending to cough. He knew that she was waiting for him to glance at her. She wanted his full attention when she took her first nibble of his sanity.

She had him in such a way that he dreamt that she wasn’t really a woman. She was a being that transformed in to an obese rat in the wee hours of the night. As he slept, rat Nicole stuck her little snout in his ear and took dainty bites of his brain. Not enough to cause alarm, just tiny nibbles that made his temples throb.

When he could no longer stand it, he looked up at her. He slammed his fork on the table and said, What now?

Nicole caught his gaze and refused to let go. She sighed, then, she asked, What do you plan on doing about this situation? The mortgage is due and the bank account is empty. Empty!

Do you have anything new that you’d like to talk about or are we just going to rehash this same argument every night until I off myself? He asked, clenching his fists in his lap.

The problem isn’t going to go away by itself, you know. Ignoring it doesn’t make it any better. Excuse me for worrying about the likelihood of being homeless soon. I’m sorry that I’m looking for solutions. She said.

He swore he could hear rat Nicole munching on his grey matter.

Talking about it isn’t going to fix it! I told you, I’m going to sell my boat, my fishing gear, and my shot gun. That’s all I have left to sell, Nicole! I can’t make the crop come in any faster. All we can do is tighten our belts until harvest.

If my belt gets any tighter, I’ll suffocate! She cried.

His look changed to one of anger. Really? You’re still wearing all of the jewelry that I’ve bought you since we met. You also have your mothers’ diamonds. You have a new car and frankly, your belt has been loosened several times since I married you. You aren’t starving, dear. That’s for sure. He spat back.

It’s always like this with you, isn’t it? I’m trying to make some progress and keep us afloat and all you can do is insult me. I may not be as skinny as I used to be but men still find me attractive. She said.

I know. I’ve seen the pictures you post on the internet. Maybe it’s time for you to go see what kind of men out there want you. Maybe they have everything they could ever dream of…except for you. He chuckled a bit.

Screw you, Edward. Maybe you should off yourself! She stood from the table so quickly that her chair fell to the floor behind her.

Edward listened as she stomped up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door.

I’ll have my dessert on the veranda. He gaffed. He pulled his last three beers out of the refrigerator and walked out the back door. He found his retriever, Jack, lying by his rocking chair and took a seat there. The dog greeted him with an upward glance, then, returned to his nap.

Edward loved his farm and remembered the days when Nicole loved it too. For years, his soil didn’t fail them. In their first two years on the farm, their harvests paid off the original mortgage and bought them central heat and air conditioning. The following year provided Edward with all new equipment saving him hundreds of hours at harvest time. By year four, he hired enough help with his harvest that he didn’t lift a finger for anything but to collect his payments.

Now, ten years in to the farm life, he was losing more crops than he was harvesting. Three years of drought conditions raised the price of water shares and he couldn’t depend on the rain to help out. He had to take a new loan on the place and he used all of the money to purchase water and to pay for crop dusting. The combination of more debt and less income had quickly put him in a place where bankruptcy would become inevitable.

The news wasn’t providing him with any hope of recovery. The economy was bad. No one was saying it, but it was worse than a recession. Record high temperatures, warm winters, and a lack of rain were killing crops everywhere but the cost of crops wasn’t soaring because there simply wasn’t enough money out there to demand premium prices.

He asked himself why Nicole was so short sighted that she couldn’t see that things were bad all over. She was treating him like this was all his fault and he had finally come to resent her. He didn’t think there was any hope for them now. He was simply waiting for the day when she packed her bags and left in the promise of a better deal. He knew that if her mother was still alive, she would already be gone. With nowhere to go and no marketable skills to speak of, she would have to replace him first. He knew that was why she was posting pictures of herself on social media. She was putting herself out there hoping that some fool would see the girl she once was and not the rat that she’d become.

Jack lifted his head and gazed out toward the corn field. He let out a whimper and rubbed his ears with his front paws.

What’s out there, boy? There better not be deer in that corn! He said, then, realized his shot gun was sitting in the consignment shop down town. Stupid woman, he muttered.

Edward peered out in to the darkness. A gentle wind was moving the corn in a rhythmic sway. The gust of air reached the porch causing the wind chimes to sing and Jack to lift his nose and take a big whiff. The dog was on his feet in an instant. He leaped from the porch and bolted in to the corn.

Jack! Edward shouted. He stood and walked to the edge of the field. Jack! He cried, but by the sound of the dog’s bay, he knew that it was tracking something and would be too focused on the hunt to hear Edwards’ cries.

He was about to turn back when he saw it. There was a light coming from the center of the field. His blood boiled at the thought of someone trespassing in his crops and he bolted into the corn to join his dog on the hunt.

The air went stiff and Edward stopped in his tracks. Jack’s bellow turned to a whimper, then, went silent. Edward walked slowly, taking care not to shift the stalks on his approach. He heard a sound on the breeze; a low humming. It was coming from directly in front of him. He stopped and took a deep breath, then forced his way through the thick stalks. He staggered, almost stepping on Jack who was sitting, silently staring at the trampled corn.

Edward shielded his eyes. The sudden change from darkness to light was making him dizzy. He could feel the heat burning his hands and exposed cheek and his knees buckled. The smell of the burning harvest was nauseating.

What started as a low hum was now making his ears bleed. He was certain the pressure in his head would build until it popped. He grabbed for his ears but his newly exposed nose began to burn. He couldn’t see it, but he was sure his flesh was on fire.

Edward lost consciousness when the pain and the sound became too much for him. His crop duster, Frank, would find him two days later.

First Contact

Danny

Danny spun the stirrer in his glass of ginger ale as his brother, Miles, chattered away about the fishing boat captain that came in to port today.

He’s looking for crew members, Danny. Are you listening to me? Miles shouted over the Boss on the juke box.

Why would I want to go out on a fishing boat? It’s freezing. Do you think my knee is going to hold up under those conditions? Danny shouted back.

The doctor said your knee is fine. Miles answered.

And what if it isn’t? We’ve been through this. They don’t turn around and bring you back to port. They keep you out there all winter and make you cook or clean the toilets. Then, you come home without a paycheck because cooking and cleaning only pays for your meals while you’re at sea. I’m not going to risk that. Danny said. You go freeze your ass off cleaning shitters and smelling fish all winter for free.

What else can you do, Danny? I’m sorry you blew your knee out and didn’t get to go to college. I know Alaska sucks when you don’t have a set future, but I did the best I could for you and now you need to have a plan for your life. You can make more in three months at sea than this bar makes me in a year!

Miles pleaded with his brother but he knew it was pointless.

Why can’t I just keep working here with you? I don’t need anything more than I have. If you want me to go find my own place, I can do that or I can start to pitch in more on the bills at home. Danny said.

You don’t get it. I don’t want you to have what you need. I want you to have a future. You’re so sure your knee isn’t going to hold. What if you’re right? How do you pay for another surgery? What if you finally settle on one girl and decide to get married? Are you going to move her in with me? You have to start thinking about tomorrow. Miles scolded.

I am thinking about tomorrow. Tomorrow is going to be just as cold as today and my legs are killing me so I’m going home to bed so I can walk tomorrow. Danny answered and left the bar.

Danny and Miles lost their parents to a car accident when Danny was twelve and Miles was nineteen. With no other family to speak of, Miles inherited the family bar and his younger brother. In any other part of the world, this may have seemed absurd to the family courts but this was not only Alaska, it was a tiny port town in Alaska where the twelve hundred residents knew and looked after each other.

Danny knew Miles had his best interest at heart, but since his football injury, Danny was just going through the motions of life. He was existing for no reason other than to keep his brother from grieving another loss. Football was going to be his ticket to the mainland and without that, he had no future.

The truck fishtailed as Danny pulled out on the icy road. He managed to maintain control and headed toward home. The snow was piling up around him and if this had been any other night, he might have slept at the bar but he’d had enough of his brothers’ brow beating and needed to get away.

He’d reached mile marker 18 without seeing another vehicle and it was becoming harder to see the road in front of him. He drifted to the center of the desolate highway. He feared getting too close to the shoulder and getting his tires stuck in the mountain of old snow that the plow had left behind.

He shifted down to second gear before reaching the next hill. He could see light coming from the other side of the hill and skillfully moved back in to his lane. He was about to reach the top of the hill when the truck just stopped. The engine, lights, everything just quit.

He put the truck in park and tried turning the key. There was nothing. The lights were getting brighter now and Danny got out of the truck. He planned to flag down the passing vehicle and get a lift back to the bar.

He waited as the lights came over the hill, but instead of coming up at ground level, they shone down from above his head. He was standing in a spot light. He looked up at the shimmering blue craft that hovered above him.

What the hell? Danny muttered as the white light went out and the blue and green circle of lights on the bottom of the craft began to spin. He tried to move away from the object but his feet were frozen in place.

Hello? What do you want from me? Danny shouted in to the air.

The craft responded by bathing him in the white light again. He fought to move his arms, but they were glued to his sides. He felt himself lift off the ground and hover just a foot or two above it. Then, with a flash and crack like lightening, he was thrown over the top of his truck and landed in the snow bank behind it.

Miles found him there several hours later. Dazed and almost incoherent, Danny told Miles that he just needed to go home and sleep. He would lay in his bed, feverish and dreaming for the next twenty-four hours.

Taken

Renee and Travis

When Renee Dorsey was seventeen, she went missing for three days. She was supposed to be walking home from a football game at school. When she didn’t arrive, her parents began to worry. They called her friends who all confirmed that she left the game alone to walk home. A search party was formed and they combed the nearby woods for two days. The local news media camped out and her story was soon picked up by the national press.

On the third night, just as the