Immortality’s End

By Prudence Sky

THE SUN FINALLY MOVES CLOSER TO EARTH AND KILLS HUMANITY IN 2600 A.D. WHILE TARA IS WAITING FOR THE WORLD TO END WITH KEVIN IN THE PACIFIC OCEAN, SHE IS LOOKING BACK ON HER LIFE.

SHE TAKES READERS BACK 752 YEARS TO HER COTTON PLANTATION HOME IN SOUTH CAROLINA. REMEMBERING HER SMALL FAMILY, MEETING NEW ONES AND DISCOVERING HER IMMORTALITY AT THE AGE OF 10.

HER MEMORIES TAKES US TO THE END OF THE CIVIL WAR AND EARLY 1900S. SHE MEETS AN APACHE TRIBE, GIVING HER CLUES ABOUT HER FATHER, AN IMMORTAL THAT HAS BEEN MISSING SINCE CHILDHOOD.

TARA DISCOVERS HER EMPHATIC AND PSYCHIC ABILITIES. SHE LEARNS HOW TO CHANNEL HER ABILITIES WITH PHYSICAL STRENGTH. FOR CENTURIES, SHE RENEWS HER LIFE AND IDENTITIES UNTIL SHE GIVES UP ON HUMANITY. SHE REMEMBERS MEETING A VAMPIRE THAT CHANGES HER FOREVER.

HER MIND FLASHES BACK TO NEW YEAR’S DAY OF 2600, SHE REUNITES WITH ALL IMMORTALS ON EARTH. ALL HUMANS DIE BECAUSE OF THE SUN, NOW ALL THEY HAVE IS EACH OTHER.

2014 PRUDENCE SKY
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9781503512559

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1 New Year’s Day

Chapter 2 My Human Mother

Chapter 3 1858-1865

Chapter 4 1862

Chapter 5 Kevin: 1862-1864

Chapter 6 1865: The First Time I Died

Chapter 7 Thalia, 1995-1997

Chapter 8 1865

Chapter 9 1918

Chapter 10 2551

Chapter 11 New York City and Shelia

Chapter 12 1997

Chapter 13 1942

Chapter 14 1920

Chapter 15 David and Ellin

Chapter 16 David

Chapter 17 1941

Chapter 18 2037

Chapter 19 2017

Chapter 20 2200

Chapter 21 Jason, 2200

Chapter 22 2599

Chapter 23 2550

Chapter 24 2600

Chapter 25

CHAPTER 1

New Year’s Day

Water, all I see is water; fierce, violent, beautiful waters. We swim between the waves, unaffected by its weight and power. The force of waves sweeps us through time, space, and humanity’s end. The end approaches as we are sweeping through and under the rough, hot waters. We have each other and our love, which is everything and survives through any annihilation. He holds me in his strong, slim arms as if the water does not exist. We continue to stay afloat, knowing we will never die. We look around and see skeletons everywhere, people who did not survive the explosion or people who jumped in the waters to die from the heat. We hear screams that will pierce a soul forever when witnessed, because they are being boiled to death. We witness the tragedy, without dying with them. We hear each other’s thoughts and almost wish to join them. The guilt of being alive and watching others die, knowing that there is nothing we can do to save them. We could never save humanity, but we lived among them, as immortals. The internal suffering and guilt of being immortal is what breaks our soul. For centuries, we were unaware that we would replace humanity. Living among humans has made their deaths tragic because we have grown to love them. The first human I loved was my mother. I think of her beautiful face and horrible singing voice as we wait for the end of mankind…until all the screams become silent. We wait in the deadly waters.

CHAPTER 2

My Human Mother

There was no exact record of my birth. But, one of my first memories was watching my mother scrub clothes into a huge wooden bucket. She used to sing old spiritual hymns to ease the pain of life, with only a roof for her baby girl and mother. Her voice was not pleasing to the ears, but I loved listening to her terrible voice. I felt happy because I knew she was most alive while singing about God, stars, and love. Our master, Bradley Duncan, who we called Can was our father, friend, and brother. He treated us kindly, despite the fact that we were deprived of our freedom. As a result, he never whipped us, but would give us warnings that might result in punishment. This meant death by starvation and constant abuse from the overseers (who took these kinds of jobs) and their dogs. Despite the lack of freedom, the slaves in Duncan’s plantation were lucky, compared to many others in Charleston.

My mother worked as housemaid to Can’s family and his parents. She was the only slave they confided in with all their problems and mistakes. She became an advisor to the master as well as other slaves, which made her loved by all. My mother waxed the floors of the master’s house, cooked all meals, helped the mistress make clothes and gave advice at the same time. And at the end of the day, my mother sang tirelessly while preparing dinner and laundry for her family. In my eyes, my mother could do anything, and she was always happy, the woman I wanted to be. Every night, before I went to sleep, she used to tell stories of her brothers and other family members she lost to slave owners. My mother felt I should know my heritage and that our lives were just as important as our master’s. Even if the rest of the world thought otherwise. She told stories, fairy tales, and gave names to stars in the sky. She always said that each star was as vital to the world as any other form of life. My mother believed there was a reason for everyone and everything in this world. Growing up, I idolized my mother’s positive and loving spirit because she celebrated life every day.

Before I discovered my gift, I was my mother’s daughter. As the years went by, I began to realize that her happiness was an illusion. Her happiness covered the pain of losing her true love to time. My mother would never talk about the loss of my father, I was not sure why. But my Nana had no problem telling stories of the way my parents met, how they fell in love, and about their secret marriage.

My birth father was a member of an Apache tribe who traveled to South Carolina to escape settlers in Kansas. He met my mother in a courthouse after being arrested. My master was the judge’s old friend and sometimes helped with court documents. Duncan also trusted my mother to deliver orders and file