The magical energy (STAR-DUST 32) E-Book

Jens F. Simon

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 72

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

In the Honduran rainforest in the La Mosquitia region, the giant statue of the monkey god comes to life. The figure is made of primordial Xxiin. Nobody notices how the ship Paurusheya, buried under the Teide-Pico Viejo volcano in Tenerife, receives a telepathic-magical impulse via the figure whose corpus still has a residual amount of 'magical energy'. Alethea and Sl'aheeel, an emissary of the space nanites, allow themselves to be transported by the Ur-Xxiin in the statue of the monkey god to the alternate universe of Earth, where Sigurd's spirit is also stranded.

Leseprobe

STAR-DUST

Under the spell of nanites

Volume 32

The magical energy

© 2025 Jens F. Simon

Illustration: S. Verlag JG

Publisher: S. Verlag JG, 35767 Breitscheid,

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ISBN: 978-3-819091-74-2

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Is magic merely a variety of paranormal abilities? The world is spiritual. The universe is infinite. If we are ever able to comprehend a very small part of it, then we will all become magicians.

Contents:

Prologue

Alethea's arriva

The Xxiin spaceship

The search begins

Hardened sides

Extraterrestrial Possibility

Extraterrestrial Alert

Unidentified flying object

Sigurd's death

Prologue

Sigurd's mother had also died two days ago. She had followed her husband just a few months later.

Gaby took care of the funeral arrangements while Sigurd's body was still in a never-ending coma. The doctors no longer had an explanation.

The body was wasting away, becoming less and less despite artificial nutrition.

Muscle mass after muscle mass degraded. It would probably take months, if not years, to rebuild at least some of it in rehab.

But Sigurd would have to wake up again.

Gaby didn't give up faith in this. She visited him in hospital several times a week.

There were several rooms in the basement for coma patients. Now, only one was occupied.

Now she was standing in front of the entrance to the village tavern "Zum Habicht", which was not far from Sigurd's parents' house and was the only small inn in the village.

Sigurd's friend Delian and his wife Anisha were the owners, and they also ran the inn themselves.

Gaby looked pensively up the old village street to the Westall house.

As if of its own accord, her thoughts went back to her childhood. Her father had run a farm here in the village.

She and Sigurd had grown up together as children and had gone to the same school.

So much had changed. Memories of a carefree time ran through her subconscious and left a stale aftertaste when suddenly the bar door was unlocked, and Delian stood in front of her.

"Hello Gaby! Have you been waiting long? Why haven't you made yourself known?"

He stepped aside to let her in. Delian always opened the tavern every day at 11.00 am. It was almost a tradition.

One by one, a few older villagers, mostly of the male variety, would trickle in for a morning pint or small talk.

The pub was still empty. Gaby wanted to discuss the funeral coffee with Delian.

As was customary in the village, people met in the village tavern after the funeral to get together again and remember the deceased in a communal gathering.

"I'm really sorry that Sigurd's mother has died now too. The poor guy is in a coma and can't even say goodbye. How are you doing anyway?"

Delian looked up briefly as Anisha entered the tavern from the back room.

"Not really good! I can't stop thinking about Sigurd. His health is stable at a low level, but the doctors don't expect any positive changes. There's no chance of recovery now. There are still too many unanswered questions for me. I'm slowly losing hope."

Anisha nodded in agreement. "I can sympathize with you, and now the death of Sigurd's mother. It's all a bit much at once."

"Here, have a drink first!"

Delian placed a glass of sparkling water on the table in front of Gaby.

"You really don't look well."

"My circulation's a bit tight!"

Gaby tried to smile as she gratefully reached for the glass. She had resolved to take it easy today.

The funeral was the day after tomorrow. She would stay in the village until then and spend the night in Sigurd's parents' house, which was now empty.

After booking an appointment for after-coffee, she drove to the hospital and spent about an hour at Sigurd's bedside.

He lay there as if dead. His bodily functions were only maintained by machines.

Now she stood in front of Sigurd's parents' house and tried to turn the key in the old lock on the front door. However, she didn't succeed straight away. For one thing, she was very unfocused, and for another, the door leaf had warped in the frame.

With a quick tug on the door handle while she turned the key, she finally succeeded.

It smelled musty. Two meters behind the front door, a wooden staircase went straight up to the second floor.

There was a small toilet directly to the right. The narrow corridor to the left of the stairs continued for about four meters and ended in front of the kitchen door.

To the left of the kitchen door was the living room.

Gaby stood behind the closed front door while her thoughts drifted back in time.

She saw herself as a young girl running up the stairs with Sigurd on one of his birthdays.

They had often played or done homework in this house. Sigurd's mother had always provided a glass of milk and cookies. Now she had died, and Sigurd was in a comma.

Gaby pulled herself together and walked slowly along the corridor towards the living room door.

There was a crunching sound from somewhere as she entered the living room and went straight to the window.

It urgently needed to be aired. Grains of dust drifted through the room and shone brightly in the sunlight.

Everything seemed so peaceful. It crunched again. The sound came from the ceiling.

The house was getting on in years and was in urgent need of renovation. But there was no one to do it.

Gaby went to the kitchen and opened the window there too.

Just as she was about to turn to the fridge, there was a loud bang in the ceiling.

She was still able to dodge backwards when the bathroom, which was on the upper floor, crashed through the ceiling into the kitchen below with a loud thunderous roar. Dust and pieces of kitchen furniture flew through the open door into the living room.

She had ducked behind the free-standing seating area in the room and escaped unharmed, but with a big scare.

A huge cloud of dust had formed and was only slowly dissipating through the open window. She had to cough several times as she climbed over the remains of the ceiling, which was apparently still made of clay and straw.

She was hit by a jet of water that began to gush out of the broken water pipe in the bathroom.

The cloud of dust settled again in an instant. Gaby stopped at the kitchen door and looked back.

The bathtub had smashed the kitchen table. The toilet and shower had taken over the kitchen unit and smashed the extractor hood and the stove.

Water was splashing quietly, and the first rivulets were already making their way along the floor into the living room.

Gaby remembered that the main tap was somewhere in the cellar and hurried to find it.

She could now forget about spending the night here in the house. She had no choice but to take a room in the village inn. She had originally intended to spend the night in Sigurd's old room. But now that half the ceiling had fallen, it seemed too dangerous up there on the second floor.

The ceiling had certainly become unstable. The whole house seemed to be more dilapidated than she had imagined. 

Alethea's arriva

It crunched under Alethea's feet when she stepped on a few shards of pottery that were lying around. Otherwise, it was very quiet. No more animal cries that she had just heard, no rustling or rustling in the bushes, nothing, just absolute silence.

The statue of the monkey god still stood in the same place and in the setting sun, the six-meter-high statue cast a narrow shadow that seemed to divide the small plateau made of rock like a sharp cut.

The sun had just been shining brightly.

Alethea immediately realized what this meant. They had suddenly found themselves in another dimension.

"There is a certain euphoria in my thousands of bodies. Magical-paranormal energies have flowed, we can feel it clearly."

Sl'aheeel looked up at the star-studded sky, which was clearly visible in the gathering darkness.

"The primal people speak to us. Listen to yourself and puzzle over what it has to say!"

Alethea looked at him in amazement. She hadn't felt any of this, nor had she heard any voices inside her.

She was already aware that the statue must be made of Ur-Xxiin or even their ancestors, the Krsutner.

Since her encounter with Cella, she had even developed a certain affinity with the ancestors.

Here and now, however, no contact had been made.

The opposite seemed to have been the case with the space nanites in the form of Sl'aheeel.

"What information did you get?"

"Our preservation is assured!"

Alethea looked at Sl'aheeel in amazement. She thought about asking again but refrained from doing so at the last moment.

She would most likely just hear more empty phrases and she didn't feel like that now.

"We should find out where and when we are as soon as possible," she said instead, staring up at the stars.