The 13th Cycle

By Sabrina Ricci

Amara Randall is a college student with a passion for exposing the truth. When she sees the havoc the Maya calendar predictions wreak, she decides to debunk the myths and try to restore the peace.

Mahaway is a charismatic young scribe in ancient Maya. But her world is torn apart when a greedy new king declares war on her city.

Now at the end of 2012, Amara's obsession leads her to uncovering a deadly conspiracy, one with roots dating back more than a thousand years. Using clues Mahaway has left behind as a guide, Amara must stop the conspirators' terrifying plan before December 21. If she doesn't, the world really will end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Digital Pubbing
• Release date: Dec 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781622000005

Book preview

Prologue –

2006

A man stood in his hotel room near the Maya ruins at Calakmul, Mexico, trying to stop his hands from shaking as he knotted the strings over a piece of ragged cloth.

Señor, I have to go, the young boy standing to the side said. He had remained silent while waiting for the package to be ready, but now the man was making him nervous.

There, finished. The man shoved the package into the boy’s arms. Now, deliver this as quickly as possible, yes?

The boy nodded.

You remember where, right? The man slipped a few pesos in the boy’s pocket. Puerto Morelos. Now hurry!

The boy took off, not looking back. The man shut the door of his hotel room and walked towards a desk. He stared at the candle sitting atop it, watching the flame flicker. I think I’ve almost got it, he whispered. Almost.

A gust of wind burst through the door, blowing the lights out and almost knocking the man down.

Who’s there? he called to the dark.

A woman stepped in. He could hear her heels clicking against the tile floor.

I was afraid you’d come. He breathed a silent prayer of thanks that he’d had the foresight and time to get the package out of his possession. Please, I’m so close—

Enough, the woman said. You’re too close. She twisted the man’s neck and let his body collapse to the floor. 

Then she coiled a rope around his neck and tied the other end to an exposed rafter in the ceiling, hoisting the body until the man’s feet swayed a few inches above the ground. Lastly, she carefully placed a chair upside down, a couple feet behind the body. 

Walking towards the door, she turned to look at the man one last time. This was never meant to happen, she whispered. I’m sorry.

CHAPTER 1 –

October 2012

T he TV in the living room blared.

Hurricane Sandy has left tens of thousands homeless, millions without power, and has completely destroyed the Jersey Shore. Some are taking this to be a sign of the Maya’s end-of-the-world prediction. More reports are coming in of families giving up their homes, their possessions, and their lives to prepare for the end of 2012. Police have already stopped one attempt at a human sacrifice in the name of this cause …

That’s enough of that, Cayden said, turning off the TV.

Hey, I was watching that! Amara, his roommate, said. She was a petite 20-year-old and, as she looked at Cayden, her face betrayed her emotions. Her bright green eyes narrowed in indignation.

We don’t need to get sucked in to all that crazy stuff. Cayden stretched his arms. He was also 20 years old, with dark eyes and matching hair. Unlike Amara, he was tall, over six feet. They had met in the dorms their freshman year, and become close friends. After two years of studying together, going to the same parties, and helping each other hook up, they had decided they were comfortable enough as friends to try living together. Besides, don’t you have a news meeting or something to go to?

Yeah, just a second. Amara switched the TV back on. I want to know more about what’s going on with these Maya predictions. The screen panned over more images of Hurricane Sandy’s destruction—cities flooded, railroads washed away, and substations exploding. Oh, never mind.

Always about the Maya. Cayden gently poked her in the ribs.

Amara’s phone vibrated, alerting her to a text message from Makenna, the editor-in-chief of The Eagle, the daily student newspaper where she worked. Where r u? Shoot, I’ve got to go. See you later, Cay! Grabbing her bag, she ran out the door.

About time you showed up, Ace, the features editor, said. He was a big-boned guy, with close-cropped hair and a perpetual frown.

Sorry, got caught up with something on the news. Amara settled into a chair in the corner of the room.

Ten people were crammed into an office the size of a closet, but the editors of The Eagle didn’t care. There was more camaraderie this way, which helped them get through their frequent all-nighters while everyone else at Laguna State enjoyed their time at college. Warm and sunny southern California made it easy to constantly party.

Ace snorted. We’re supposed to be the news.

Amara ignored him. After two years of being a staff writer and a couple months as the opinion editor, she had developed a thick skin. Or at least she was better at pretending to have one. She knew eventually she would have to work at being tougher, if she ever wanted to be a professional journalist. Anyway I’ve got a story to pitch.

All right, let’s hear it, Makenna said, pen ready.

Well, you know how lots of people are going crazy over this end-of-the-world stuff?

Allegedly— Makenna winked.

Yeah, so how about we write a feature about how it’s all bull? I mean, the last like ten predictions have proven not to be real, but people are still ruining their lives because of all the superstition. Plus now some people are trying to do human sacrifices?

The room of people mumbled in agreement. They had all seen the news.

It’s ridiculous how people are overreacting. I bet I could prove the Maya calendar prediction is false.

Ace huffed loudly. Makenna gave him a stern look, then turned to Amara. How exactly would you approach it? There are tons of Maya stories out there already, so you’d need to be able to make yours stand out.

Amara grinned. My grandfather used to research the Maya. He figured out our family descended from the Maya, and I think I can use that to start. The story could be part exploration of my grandfather’s work, part investigative reporting. I’ll start doing some research, and get back to you with more details.

Sounds good, Makenna said. How soon can you have it?

Couple days? I’ll send you what I find and we can decide if it’s worth pursuing.

All right, let’s pencil it in the schedule. We can update it later. News meeting adjourned. Amara, get what you missed from Ace.

Back at home, Amara went straight to her room.

Where are you going? Cayden asked.

Gotta vlog! She shut the door, opened her laptop and turned on the camera. After tinkering with the angle, she hit record.

Hey guys, sorry for being MIA the past few days, but something big just happened. I’m getting my first feature story, well probably, and it’s going to be about … she drummed her hands on the desk. "The end of the world! Or, more specifically, why the world will not be ending this December. Personally, I think the Maya calendar is all a bunch of crap, and I want to prove it.

I’m tired of all the depressing stories about people going crazy, trying to save themselves before December 21. Just this morning I saw on the news a story about an attempt to sacrifice a human? It was—

Amara shook her head, deciding it was better not to go into details. She didn’t want to add to the hype.

Anyway, I’ll be logging all my research here, so stay tuned for all my exciting updates.

And post. Amara uploaded the video, and then clicked on the stats page of her