Prince of Terrastar

Prince of Terrastar

Karen L. Redmond

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Acknowledgements

A very special thank you to Standswithbear and Lightstar, of Starseed Alliance International (SAI), for their support of this book. For more information or knowledge about Starseeds, contact: http://starseedallianceinternational.com

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I have been blessed with wonderful friends who have always supported my writing. My deepest and sincerest thanks to Dedra K., Mary G., Mary N., and Iris B. Thank you my sisters for your love and support.

Prologue

My name is Dakota Morgan and I am 12 years old. My Mom is a respected archeologist and expert on ancient civilizations. She travels all over the world to help other archeologists figure out the ancient writings on objects they dig up.

Everyone thought I was around four years old when my Mom found me wandering around an archeological dig in Egypt. I couldn’t talk so the police decided that I was mute. They took me to a local hospital but later transferred me to an orphanage for the unadoptable after deciding that nobody was looking for me. But my Mom, Dr. Anna Morgan, rescued me from that orphanage and brought me all the way from Egypt to live with her in San Diego, California, which is where I grew up.

I have to admit that I am different from most of the kids I know. I didn’t say a single word until I was five years old. And when I started to talk, my Mom says that I spoke with the vocabulary of an adult.

There are other things that make me different from kids my age. For instance; I have never been sick, not a day in my life. Colds and flues that my classmates and friends catch don’t seem to bother me. I even fell off the roof one time and I didn’t break any bones or sprain any muscles.

And then there is, of course, my deepest secret, the secret I don’t share with anyone, not even my Mom; I can talk to animals. I hear their thoughts like spoken sentences in my mind, and I can communicate back to them. It all started with a cat we adopted after it showed up in our yard one day and refused to leave. I named him Oscar, and every night he would curl up beside me before falling asleep. Then one night, while Oscar was sleeping, the images of his dream crept into my mind. It was like I was watching a video of his dream while he was having it. One night I ran beside him while he bolted through a field chasing a mouse with a large prawn in his mouth. He pounced! The mouse dropped the shrimp and fled. And I woke up with my mouth chomping on an imaginary shrimp. I blew it off and decided that it was just a freaky dream, but then it happened again…and again. Then one night, while he was lying beside me, he looked up at me and asked, Can you please stay out of my dream tonight?

I can’t control it, I said back.

Then I shall have to sleep elsewhere. He jumped down off the bed and left the room, and refused to sleep with me after that.

After that night I was the main character in my dreams again. I dreamed about doing the stuff I love the most; clipping waves with my sailboat on San Diego Bay, and surfing with my buddies out past the point. But then something weird happened. I started having dreams of living on an island. A place full of buildings and pyramids made out of crystal stones. They were nice dreams and I was always happy, but every morning I woke up feeling like something bad was about to happen.

Then one night Oscar came into my room and jumped up on my bed. He started rubbing up against me purring and asking me to scratch his head.

I thought you didn’t want to sleep with me anymore.

I don’t, Oscar said. I just wanted to let you know that you’re going to travel with your Mom this summer. Stay alert and pay attention. It’s very important. Then he jumped down off my bed and returned to my Mom’s room where he had started sleeping at night.

My Mom’s work has always been boring to me because I never found old pots or carvings in caves to be interesting. But this is the story of my summer vacation, which I had convinced myself was going to be a total snooze fest. Little did I know it would end up being the most amazing and scariest adventure of my life.

Chapter 1

School had just let out for the summer, and while my buddies were headed to the beach to catch some waves I was busy packing so I could go with my Mom to a new dig. Well, it wasn’t really a dig, some archeologists working near Mt. Shasta up in Northern California had recently discovered an entrance to a mine shaft that was filled with weird looking crystals. The crystals had strange markings on them so they asked Mom to fly up and take a look at them because she’s kind of famous for figuring out ancient markings and languages. And since my Aunt Deedee couldn’t stay with me, I was told that I had to go with my Mom.

Come on Dakota, it will be fun. We’ll have a great adventure hanging out together.

You wanna bet? I shoved my suitcase in the car and plugged into my IPAD for the ride to the airport.

It was a short flight to Mt. Shasta and a driver was waiting when we got off the plane. He drove us to our hotel and then we grabbed some burgers at a fast food drive-through before heading to the Mt. Shasta mine. I could tell Mom was excited about seeing the crystals. Also, she was going to get to meet some famous anthropologist named Miller.

There were armed guards at the front gate who searched our car before letting us pass. I was surprised to see military soldiers at the mine, but Mom explained that the mine was on government property.

My heart started beating fast as we made our way down into the mine shaft. I wasn’t scared so I didn’t know why it was beating so fast. I snorkel a lot and was used to being under water, but I had never been underground before so I thought I might be claustrophobic. I didn’t say anything to Mom; I just manned up and took a deep breath, then smiled at her.

Some old guy greeted us inside the mine. Welcome to Mt. Shasta Dr. Morgan. I am Professor Miller.

It’s an honor to meet you. I studied your work when I was in graduate school. Mom pointed to me. This is my son Dakota. He is traveling with me over the summer vacation.

It is nice to meet you both. Follow me. Professor Miller led us down a narrow passageway and through a small opening that led into a cavern filled with clear and gold crystals of all different sizes. I must admit that I have never seen anything like these. This one over here is of particular interest.

Mom picked up a large gold colored crystal. I have never seen hieroglyphics on the inside of crystals before. Bugs yes, but this seems to be some sort of organized language. Have you been able to identify any qualifiers that might link it to an established language?

Not yet, but it appears to match crystals that were recently discovered in Mexico, Australia, Vietnam, Russia, and Canada, Professor Miller said. They seem to be surfacing all over the world.

I watched Mom run her hand up and down the crystal’s glassy surface. At first glance, it looks like Sanskrit, but there is context I have never seen before. And look at this…what is this large symbol in the center?

I believe it is the symbol for Akonowai.

I’m sorry professor, but I am unfamiliar with that term.

Most people are. As you know, I have spent a great deal of my time over the last decade studying the lost civilization of Atlantis. If it is indeed the symbol for Akonowai, it means the path of light.

I heard you were writing a book about that myth. You don’t really believe Atlantis existed do you?

Professor Miller smiled. All ancient civilizations were myths until their existence was validated.

I watched Mom and Professor Miller analyze the crystal, trying to figure out the meaning of the markings inside. Then the strangest thing happened to me. A message popped in my head, just like when my cat would talk to me. The message was, Come. I felt drawn toward a small opening just to the right of where I was standing. It was too small for an adult to fit through, but I knew I could squeeze through. So while my Mom and Professor Miller talked about crystals I slid through the thin opening. It led to an even smaller cavern that was barely big enough for a black bear to hibernate in. It was also