Seacats Risen

By K.T. Rolufs

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 10, 2011
• ISBN: 9781462877010

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Copyright © 2011 by K.T. Rolufs.

Library of Congress Control Number:    2011908450

ISBN:         Hardcover               978-1-4628-7700-3

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Dedicated to my grandson, Kelsey.

You can be anything you want to be. Just believe, and do it.

Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

PROLOGUE

Once again something is intruding upon my slumber. I have had no disturbance for a very long time. In this place where I have slept for many years, there is no light, no noise, and no other living things. The darkness is absolute. I have lain in peace for many years. If not for the huge boulder with the large hole I am nestled in, the crushing weight of the surrounding earth would have smothered me. The impenetrable darkness and damp earth where I settled has been like a cocoon into which I lay, unmoving, unknowing, and uncaring.

I have no wish to be awakened now or ever. I am content in my slumber and solitude. I believe I am the last of my kind. A great shifting of the ground killed the others or exposed them to the unforgiving elements, causing them to perish of the unrelenting cold or drying them to nothing but dust and bone to be blown away as if they never existed.

We used to rule wherever we wandered. All other life forms lived in fear of my brothers and sisters. What we lacked in size, we made up for in numbers. Nothing dared stand against us when we were hungry and hunting. We had no fear. Even the great sharks that ventured into territory we had claimed as ours would not stay long. We struck with so much speed and with so many numbers, they would flee or perish.

With the passage of time, our food sources became depleted. The sea creatures we had always depended on for food were fast becoming scarce.

We had to develop new skills or perish. Some of us acquired the ability to come upon the dry land for short periods of time. As long as our skin didn’t dry we could survive. After a little time on land we tended to become sluggish, so our poison fins became that much more important.

The poison in my fins helped me catch my prey in the water. Ambush was a favorite game I played with my unsuspecting victims. Few knew they were playing until it was too late to run or turn away. One strike was sufficient to paralyze any fish in the sea where my kind and I lived. The effect on warm-blooded creatures was quite different but a lot more fascinating. The end result was ultimately the same, I won.

There is the disturbance again. This time it turns into a great rumbling followed by an upheaval of the very ground in which I lay. The boulder that has been my tomb for so many years starts to move upward, like it is being expelled from the earth itself. I have no choice but to rise with it into the world of today.

CHAPTER 1

At first, all Cheryl could feel was a slight trembling beneath her bare feet. The sky was a beautiful eggshell blue. No clouds were visible above the deep blue of the rolling ocean waves. All along the horizon all looked clear. Well, Cheryl thought, it must not be thunder. The trembling must have been her imagination she thought. Still she wondered if maybe Matt had felt anything. Matt, she yelled at her brother, "where are you?’ Where could he have gone, she wondered? He was here just a moment ago. He knew he wasn’t supposed to wander off alone. Mom and Dad would be angry and it would be her fault. Where could he have gone?

Cheryl, she heard Matt yell. Cheryl, help!

Cheryl spun around, her dark hair flying in a circle around her head as she tried to spot her seven-year-old sibling. She could hear him but she couldn’t see him. Off to her right something looked different. Suddenly she knew what was wrong; the water was disappearing from the beach. She had a very bad feeling about this. She remembered hearing something about the water pulling back from the