Gavin Macleod Sees The Aliens Amongst Us

By Kristina Evans

Gavin Macleod had apocalyptic goals. With a catastrophe created, he believed the humans would turn to him for help. It was his destiny as he had found a portal, which exposed him to the game of life. Every step had fallen into place but in the shadows, someone else had ideas of grandeur.
A superior being had watched over him and observed other species interact with Gavin. He also wanted to change history and had kept an eye on the ones who coaxed the Macleod Clan from the Norse King. No one could interfere with the being’s plans and when Gavin fell in love, he intervened. The being wanted a puppet so he integrated with Gavin but a woman stood in his way who had her own ideas.
A goddess watched over Gavin and the alien being. She felt responsible for Gavin’s actions and would give up her life to change the present situation. Others had sacrificed their lives and their souls waited as they had to solve a puzzle to end the suffering. An ancient relic was needed to trap Gavin’s soul.
The end was unexpected but life is always unpredictable when, a snake is amongst us.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kristina Evans
• Release date: Oct 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005638184

Kristina Evans

Kristina Evans spent her childhood in Wales and while the adults shared stories at the local pub, she stayed at home with spirits of a different kind. Her grandmother provided protection but the experience remained until the family moved to Australia. Kristina learned how to block out the supernatural and being busy helped to strengthen the barrier.As time passed, energies tried to make contact and signs were provided but always ignored. Then a change of events found the author writing. Kristina was asked to work in a shop and experienced boredom. Trying to keep busy was impossible so she took up reading and heard the voice. Hoping that it was the chatterbox in her head going into overdrive, she turned to scrap-booking and wrote in her daughter's book.For a moment, the voice was gone but once pen was put to paper, she knew she was no longer writing about her daughter. The spirit came through with her message for others so Kristina left the shop and opened a laptop to allow spirits to share their stories of what they learnt when they lived amongst us.

Book preview

Chapter one

Through the eyes of an alien

Gavin Macleod, I thought to myself as I watched a human losing control in the distance. His destruction had an effect on everyone and I wanted to observe his reaction, once the insanity had sunk in. As I waited, frustration grew inside me as I have never been patient. But then Gavin Macleod’s intention for world domination, momentarily stopped. He had lost focus and screamed his name into the phone but I couldn’t see the point.

I wanted him to move from the top of the hill but my telepathy wasn’t working on him. I kept telling myself, his screaming would come to an end. Any moment, communication would be disrupted and there would be no reason for his behaviour without an audience. The fire, reaching towards the night sky, darkened as it burned which was pleasing as I am not one to walk in the light but the smell of smoke concerned me.

Gavin had caused an environmental catastrophe that was now out of control. Using a machine, he had managed to open the earth and create cracks devouring buildings and their occupants. There was no escape as it had started a chain reaction. My people, who the humans call Setihw, live underground so to see someone expose us by ripping apart our underworld was something that had to be dealt with. To most, I was a myth and although ancient people knew me, I didn’t want today’s society to know that the stories were true. A long time ago, a race of people mixed with us and became confused. So over the years, many humans have searched for us when they felt the need to fill a void within them.

I sat, sheltering my pale skin behind damaged tree trunks. Something had to be done and it had to be now while the chaos could be used as a distraction. Lately, time had begun to change as if something had interfered with it and I wondered if there was a possibility, I could use it to my advantage. Leaning back against a trunk, I remembered when times had been simple and the trees had thrived but as I felt the heat escaping through the bark, I knew our life would be affected.

A branch cracked, alerting me of my present situation. I was not alone. Someone else was watching Gavin and I wondered if that spectator was having the same thoughts. If so, then I needed to act fast if I was to benefit. If I took him back into the past, then there might be a way for the future to change; but when? Thousands of years went through my mind as I looked at defining points in time. I needed to manoeuvre Gavin so the Setihw race could benefit from his actions. And I had to take him now before someone else could interfere. I thought of a time not too far back where he could make a difference.

Creeping towards him wasn’t necessary as Gavin was not aware of anything around him. He was too engrossed with causing destruction to instil fear into the human race. However, I continued to stay silent with my movements as I had always done while surveying the surface of the planet.

Energy ran through me, the closer I got to him and the negativity running through my body was enough of a warning to know that others were near. Reaching out, I grabbed his arm and as he turned to look at me, I noticed how evil his eyes were. If I were human, I would have feared him but instead, I pictured him living elsewhere and he vanished. My powers had worked and I hoped he ended up in a time where I needed him to be.

Expecting an ambush from the other watchers, I stood my ground but they did nothing. Things should have changed so I waited but as I looked down at the carnage, I was dumbstruck to see people still trying to escape the wild weather. Reversal of the hurricanes, storms, tidal waves and enforced climate were something I expected to happen instantaneously. It should have come to an end but it still remained. Had I done something wrong? There was a time when all I had to do was think of what I needed and it would be done but others created limitations.

I should have gone with him to provide support. One of the other races might have intercepted. Anything was possible but I felt their presence behind the destroyed trees. If Gavin had not gone to where I sent him then where was he? The apocalypse should have disappeared. I had sent him to stop a war and my intention had been for him to rule a country and change history. During the past conflict, another species had interfered and technology was shown. An entire civilisation would have been wiped out if we hadn’t intercepted. I wondered why the mobile phone remained on the ground.

I began to worry and wondered if I had made a mistake. I should not have taken matters into my own hands. Instead, I should have gone back to the Arctic and remained hidden with my own kind to discuss the course of action but I had panicked when I realised, I wasn’t alone. I hoped I had made the right choice and maybe, there was another reason why the results were taking longer than anticipated. The planet was not in sync any longer. The galaxy had changed and I couldn't be sure what changes would be made once others interfered with Gavin’s destiny in the past.

Chapter two

Through the author’s eyes

‘Gavin Macleod!!!’ His name echoed throughout the valley below.

The snake within him screamed in delight that his goal of destruction had been achieved. Obsession had brought him to where he needed to be, to create natural disasters. Being able to control the weather had been inconceivable but it was meant to be as there was another force helping him that provided the night sky. In his humble beginnings, his ambition had been to be wealthy and not in his wildest dreams, did he think it was possible to produce such terror. Fear was needed so he could declare himself the saviour to all when help was needed by the humans.

The screams from others were distant but still distinctive. It was music to his ears. What had been a peaceful planet years ago, was now in total disarray. Hard to believe that such chaos could be caused by one man but it had and those who thought they had control over him, had no idea his goals far outweighed what they had in mind. He had reached the stage of invincibility but with such arrogance, mistakes would eventuate and they did when he didn’t see who was watching him.

It was a face paler than his who stared at him. Gavin tried to decipher who the being was but his thoughts were abandoned when he found himself sitting on a hill of lush, green grass. Around him was fresh and for a moment he was disorientated. In his mind, he had pictured death and destruction with earth crumbling before his feet but it must have been a dream as all he could see were trees and rolling hills.

He looked around, hoping to see someone who might be able to provide an explanation. He had no idea how he ended up sleeping in a place that didn’t seem familiar. A slice of grass sprung up when he moved his leg. Stopping to pull at the plant, he managed to break it between his fingers. Part of him saw the beauty of the colour and the way it had been formed to a perfect shape but the rest of him could only feel the thrill of destruction. The piece of grass was broken and would soon wither away to nothing which pleased Gavin although he had no idea why.

The sky in the distance was changing colour. Soon clouds would be on top of him and he would be looking for shelter. Not keen on getting wet, he decided to find refuge and took off to find a path that would lead him somewhere familiar. The scent of the bushes coaxed him towards a track that ran through the woods. Taking it as an omen, he followed it. Dust kicked up as he walked along the dirt and it was then he noticed his clothes were shabby.

Whatever situation he was in, wasn’t good as his instinct was to wear better clothes and it would only be poverty that would see him in tattered cloth. Only trees were in his view and for a second, he wondered if he lived in the forest so he decided to look for a cabin. Small pathways came and went but none jogged his memory. The grey clouds were catching up with him so he decided the next path, whatever that might be, would be the one he would take.

Walking through the trees was having an effect on him. His mind played tricks; paranoia was setting in. Visions of serpents slithering after him brought on a state of panic. He needed to leave and thought about turning back but the weather had caught up with him. Wind picked up and he felt the cold as his cotton shirt didn’t provide any warmth. He folded his arms to brace himself and as the lightning began to strike, he noticed a tower standing above the trees.

Quickening his pace, he continued along the path and as the woodland separated, he looked in awe at the building in front of him. He prayed it was his home. The solid structure made from stone, would keep out any weather and the smoke coming from the chimneys meant it was warm inside. Some would think the castle dark but to Gavin it was beautiful.

Clambering to the entrance perched on a hill, he felt déjà vu when guards warned him away from the property. What he had admired was not his home but he wondered why he felt he belonged there. Gavin was about to turn away when he felt the urge to disarm them. A nudge to his arm meant he would have to leave but before taking off, he tried to look into their eyes for some kindness. But the only help he received was directions to the local town. He laughed to himself, wondering why he thought he could take over their minds. At least with the guard telling him where to go, he had a destination and hopefully a warm home.

Burning wood filtered through the air which meant he was close and with the first chimney in sight, he picked up his stride to find someone who might recognise him. He needed help but people scattered to escape the weather. They hurriedly moved away from the advancing storm so speaking with residents was out of the question. All around him people walked, some even dodged him and he felt alone. His pockets were empty and without money, he didn’t know how he was going to eat. All memory of who he was had gone and with the thunder cracking in the background, he had no other choice but to find a cafe.

Cakes cooking in an oven filled the air with vanilla and butterscotch so when he opened the door, he took a deep breath. Gavin glanced at his surroundings, considering a different era. He was sure the establishment was from the past but he couldn’t remember the present. Was he dreaming? Looking for a dark corner to hide and contemplate his last memory of death and destruction, he sat pretending to look at a menu.

A few customers dispersed through the room as they chatted while drinking warm substances. Gavin listened to their conversations hoping that something might lead him home but there was nothing. The only thing he felt was starvation. A cafe might not have been a good choice for shelter but at that moment, everything changed.

Three young men entered through the wooden door. They were pale with white hair and their putrid clothing attracted the attention of the establishment. Gavin watched them with interest as now the focus was off him and put onto the two men who walked the counter, inhaling the food while one stood with the door open. The owner complained about the cold air to which one replied, ‘We will leave after taking a bag of cakes and biscuits.’

The owner, in his pristine apron, selected a variety of treats and handed over a bag to the one who was vocal. No money was exchanged and within seconds, the three men were leaving with a bag of food. Gavin couldn’t believe what he saw and took off after them.

‘What is it?’ demanded the leader of the small group of thieves as he turned around to see who was following them.

‘I have no money and would like to join you,’ answered Gavin, cautiously walking closer towards them.

One, who stood next to the spokesman, straightened his already square jawline and approached Gavin. He expected him to run off but Gavin didn’t move. Instead, Gavin stared at him and for a moment the henchman stood still.

‘Get rid of him!’ the other two called out as they continued to walk.

The anger in the eyes of the pale man, subsided and Gavin found himself being offered food which he took without hesitation.

‘What are you doing, Klein?’ yelled his friend amazed with the reaction.

‘He is one of us,’ Klein answered.

‘Since when do you care?

Klein ignored his friends and introduced Markus and Frederick.

‘Who are you?’ questioned Markus.

As he swallowed the sustenance, he remembered his name. ‘Gavin Macleod.’

Chapter three

The three young men stared at Gavin in silence weighing up his appearance.

Frederick broke first with the interrogation, ‘You are not from here so we need to know more about you. Where are you from?’

Gavin shook his head. ‘Actually, I’m not sure where I’m from. I woke up in a field with no money and not much memory.’

‘I wonder,’ said Markus.

‘Do you think it really is true?’ interjected Klein.

‘What?’ asked Gavin suspiciously.

Klein looked around as they huddled in front of an empty shop. ‘There is talk of the government brainwashing people. Maybe you are one of them. If you get your memory back then we will know for sure if the story is real.’

‘Come with us,’ Markus said, leading the way to their home which happened to be the back room of the empty premises.

‘Won’t the owner come here?’ asked Gavin looking around at what was once a hardware shop that still had some items on the shelves.

Markus shook his head. ‘Many people have left in search of a better life but the rest of us have to stay here. Our country is going downhill. Once it did prosper but now it only survives.’

‘As we do,’ said Klein handing over a jacket to Gavin.

Gavin remembered the castle. ‘Some people still prosper here.’

‘Yes,’ answered the three.

‘But they are in league with the government,’ stated Frederick.

‘Why doesn’t everyone get together and change things to how they used to be?’

The three looked at each other wondering what could be done when Gavin declared he had the answer. It was a long shot but he had nothing to lose. ‘We can go from town to town and gather an army. If others are in this situation, then they will follow us. There is strength in numbers. We can make a change.’

Frederick looked at his surroundings that he called home. ‘I’m in. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life living here and taking food because I have no money.’

‘Alright,’ agreed the other two.

Their journey started with hitching a ride to the nearest town. Once there, they located the market square and announced they were wanting to make a change and how it could be possible if they ran for office. They continued to call out for people to vote for them. The movement was bold and disturbing so people ignored them. Only a few stopped to listen before moving on.

‘This isn’t working,’ said Klein.

‘We tried,’ said Markus. ‘Since we’re here, we might as well look around the market. I’m hungry.’

Gavin wanted to keep campaigning but he knew his friends were right as people were not paying attention. Around him, sellers sold essentials and as he spoke to them to distract the thievery taking place, he realised there were people suffering. For the life of him, he couldn’t understand why no one was listening to him. His yearning for power overtook him and he walked on ahead of the others to calm his thoughts.

Despite the dirty clothing, Gavin still turned heads with his dark eyes and features. A woman caught his glare as she was reminded of someone she had once loved.

‘Come,’ she coaxed, beckoning him to sit opposite her.

As soon as their hands touched, they both felt the connection. They needed each other as both had aliens helping them.

Gavin felt revitalised and a vision of him ruling the country ran through his mind.

‘Did you see that?’ he asked the woman with her hair braided like a child.

She nodded. ‘That can be you but you have to learn to get their attention.’

‘Who?’ said Klein jumping into the conversation.

‘We can’t give up.’ Gavin went to stand but was pulled down again.

‘You have to listen to me if you wish to succeed,’ she said, wrapping her scarf around her neck.

‘Why do you want to help?’ asked Klein suspicious of the woman.

‘I have been ridiculed for my beliefs and would like to see a change.’ She didn’t blink as she spoke to Klein.

There was a moment of quiet until Gavin agreed that he would take her advice to get ahead. There was nothing else for him and as the woman possessed a home, he decided it was a fair trade.

The four men followed the woman not knowing what they were in for but for a moment, felt impenetrable. Her home was outside of town, run down but sturdy. Outside, a small vegetable garden provided food and a drinking well, hidden in the yard, provided fresh water. And when it was time to rest, they were given blankets for warmth. She was a no-nonsense woman who went straight to work with Gavin once they were settled.

‘I don’t even know your name,’ he said.

‘It’s not necessary.’

‘I don’t feel right speaking with you when I don’t know your name,’ he said, standing his ground.

‘Maria,’ she blurted as she untied her braid and released her hair to the floor.

‘Wow.’ Gavin stared at her long strands wondering why she would want them.

‘I belong to a group who are learning to manipulate energy and we need long hair for strength,’ she stated, bringing the golden strands in front of her.

‘Group!’ declared Gavin as he wondered why an organisation would want long hair as a prerequisite.

‘We believe in things that you are not used to.’

‘Like what; aliens!’ he joked but there was something in his memory that was vivid.

‘Believe what you want,’ she said, standing in front of him. ‘This is about you, not me.’

The focus went back on Gavin delivering speeches. His eyes were prominent but Maria knew there was work to be done if he was to hypnotise others.

‘Speak to me, convince me of something I must have but I don’t need,’ she said, taking a seat in her worn tapestry chair.

Gavin was lost for words. He stood thinking of what to say but his mind was blank. There had to be something Maria needed and as he looked at her hair, he thought of a comb. That was something he could talk her into except she already had one. It was a challenge but he had to start somewhere.

‘Ladies, I am not selling ordinary combs. I have combs that have wide gaps in them which are designed to make it easier to take out knots.’

Maria smiled so he stopped.

‘What?’ he demanded.

‘Why are you making the speeches?’ she asked, sitting back with a smug look on her face.

Gavin explained of how he wanted people to join him in his fight against the government. He believed if he was in power then the country would be in a better place and residents would have a better way of life.

‘Shout it out at me!’

‘What, yell at you?’ For a moment, he doubted her but her smile disappeared and he knew he had to scream, ‘Follow me, forget what you are told and make things better by voting me into government!’

She urged him to keep going, saying anything that came into his head. Again, and again, Maria told him to let go of his thoughts and let his mouth say it for him.

‘Follow me! follow me! follow me! I know there are things you don’t believe in! Trust me because I am here for you! I will make things better! I care, the government doesn’t!