The Time Stone

THE TIME STONE

JEFFREY ESTRELLA

THE TIME STONE

JEFFREY ESTRELLA

New York

Copyright © 2013 by Jeffrey
Estrella

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Summary: A group of unlikely heroes
from the opposite sides of the track embarks on the most ultimate
human adventure surrounding an ancient alien transportation device.
The four main characters travel through time in search of answers
and a way home but end up making a difference in terms of helping
to solve an age old mystery and avert a disaster in the future from
occurring. They learn a lot about themselves in the
process.

ISBN 978-1-304-65016-0

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For my wife,

Yoselin Genao-Estrella

My sunshine and joy

PART ONE

AN INCIDENT OF
FATE

“
Walking with a friend in
the dark is better than walking alone in the light.”

- Helen Keller

There is a dark emptiness throughout
the universe that shines like an opaque jewel in the middle of
space and time. A vibrant blue light appears in the distance.
Relativity opens a new horizon in the vast oasis of oblivion. The
blue light shimmers in the distance approaching like a void. The
light expanded suddenly with a sudden jolt, spreading outward
within infinite dimensions further occupying the entire former dark
space and accompanied by an echoing sound that grew with the light
in pitch and tone. The light and sound acted as one as harmonic
vibrations surrounding the eternal void of the endless universe.
Then there was silence.

CHAPTER 1

Time Period: 2012 A.D., Chronix
Bay

Darkness emanated over the small city
of Chronix Bay. The dark skies were pitch black. The lights of the
lamps in the street below burned with a vibrant luminosity that
appeared to increase in intensity rivaling the darkness above the
city, formerly a quaint community on the eastern seaboard outside
of New York City that had become quite dilapidated over the years.
The loud roar of thunder could be heard in the distance and a flash
of lightning seared the night air immediately afterwards creating a
visage of a dying municipality. In the Museum of Ancient History,
silence was common after hours and the exhibits were like demigods
watching for the slightest bit of trouble and ominously pervading
it. The center of the large domed atrium was surrounded by
corridors of historical exhibits such as the ancient Egyptian
pyramids, the Viking ships, ancient Greco-Roman architecture, and
other various halls and exhibits. Along the halls adorned with
statuettes and scientific monuments of great minds and thinkers,
historical figures like Sir Isaac Newton, HG Wells, Nikola Tesla,
and Albert Einstein, at the center of it all was the piece de
resistance, a small glass encasing with metal wires surrounding it
and a strobe security light. In the casing there lay a small green
five sided emerald crystal jewel on a pillar pedestal and metallic
perch. It shone brightly with the lighting from the museum’s
rafters above the casings. The interior of the gem shone outward
revealing a five point emblem at its heart.

A shadowy silhouette of a
human form, enveloped throughout the backdrop of the atrium, was
cast upon the back walls as a figure eagerly waiting for the right
moment to strike. The figure’s shadow cast itself off a figure
standing in a strong sense of empowerment over the numerous
historical exhibits. The shadow surrounded the casing with the
jewel and the floor of the museum immediately surrounding it. The
museum alarms remained silent. The figure unleashed a canister of
aerosol spray from his tunic belt pouch and sprayed the air before
him. What was previously empty space was now riddled with a series
of green, red, and orange lasers lighting the air in crossing
patterns. There was a slow movement to the thin laser lines,
causing the gaps between them to grow and shrink
rhythmically
. The
patterns appeared to leave tiny gaps between them that were
growing and shrinking into one another but expanding quickly
thereafter leaving an opening only for a matter of seconds before
retracting once again into one another. Timed just right, the
figure imagined he could maneuver between them and avoid triggering
the alarm mechanism. The lights faded slightly but remained
visible. The figure went to work throughout the network maze of
beams of energy. He then hopped around the casing. Accordingly, he
dodged the series of glowing red, green and orange lasers. He leapt
through the moving lasers and jumped around them and through them.
He twirled and spun like a ballerina through the glowing lights.
His maneuvers were graceful in the slightly lit air. He skillfully
avoided hitting each laser beam as he maneuvered artfully. With a
sudden leap, he climbed on top of the casing. He was dressed in a
black outfit stealthily adaptive as the fabric blended into the
darkness and appeared to shimmer as it changed structural mass in
the darkness surrounding the dim lighting concealing him. He wore a
bright red sash covering his waist tied into a clumsy knot at the
end and a baggy and loose-fitting mask, a pair of beady dark eyes
protruded from underneath. The figure carefully adjusted to the
crouching position as he set himself down on top of the glass
casing. He carefully removed a small metallic object from his tunic
pouch. He carefully extended the object unfolding it piece by piece
until he held a full size pair of metallic glass cutters. He
extended the cutters onto the glass he stood on. He moved his
fingers carefully turning the blades at precise pre-calculated
measurements to form a circle and then a square within the circle.
He moved in a skillful artistic way using the cutters as natural
extensions of his hands. He had previously studied the design of
the casing and its alarm system so he knew exactly where and how to
cut the glass. After achieving his objective, he then used the
blades as grabbers slowly lifting the cut glass piece. He then
reached into the casing. Within seconds, a loud security alarm
disrupts the silence of the museum as every corner is filled with
the noise through the amplification system and bright lights
surround the casing. The figure looked up with an unsuspecting
glare into the bright lights.

Cameras turned on their axels to
monitor the incident. Strobe lights flash in the air, accompanying
the loud siren and the hot laser beams continue to swirl around. A
young man in a security guard uniform runs over with a pistol in
one hand and a radio in the other. He nervously looks around,
perspiring heavily, as a strobe spins flashing a bright red light
and a hot white light imaging within the casing and surrounding
exhibits. He saw a flashing yellow whirl of light hovering in
midair. He wiped his brow and looked around, seeing a shadow of a
man leap off of the casing surrounded by the horrific flash of
yellow light that instantly vanished within seconds. The young
guard pointed his gun and yelled nervously, “Freeze!” He then
looked at the yellow light swirling in mid-air high above the
atrium right before it vanished, and panicked at the otherworldly
sight mixed in with the strobes and lasers permeating the air
before him. He closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger of his gun
firing a loud shot into the air high above him.

Suddenly, the lights stopped flashing
and siren stopped. In the silence, the form of the young security
guard lay on the floor mortally wounded, blood gushing from his
chest. His dark eyes reared up into the dome-shaped atrium as the
light faded from his eyes and his heart slowed, confused over what
just happened. His eyes closed as the life force drained from his
body. The figure above the casing and the jewel that rested within
it were long gone as if having vanished into thin air. The warm air
surrounding the casing remained the only evidence of the figure’s
presence as it was quickly consumed by the intensity of the laser
beams system continuing to twirl around in the sudden silence and
darkness amidst the figure statues of the past in the museum. The
darkness outside was still as the pale moonlight gleamed down over
the sudden crime scene.

CHAPTER 2

Soon thereafter, the night skies were
lit up around the vicinity of the museum by the flashing lights of
police cruisers with sirens wailing loudly. Uniformed officers
walked back and forth in a hurry. One passed along the front of the
museum entrance holding a plastic evidence bag. The patches on
their shoulders read Chronix Bay Police Department. They set up
roadblocks from the main road and rolled out yellow crime scene
tape to cover the perimeter. Several news vans and people stood
about a dozen feet away. Several men in suits also walked along the
grassy pathways outside of the museum heading towards the front
entrance.

A blue Lincoln Town Car pulled up with
U.S. government plates, its headlights shining into the scene like
a beacon of hope. “Wait up” said one of the suited men about to
enter the museum as he ran back towards the Town Car. Lieutenant
Brock Walton ran up to the car and stopped near the front passenger
side door. He waited eagerly for the door to open and pulled it
open as it started to move. “It’s about time” said the fair-haired
man in his late thirties.

“
I’ve been fighting off
the press for an hour. We got a serious situation inside,” said
Lieutenant Walton.

“
I know. That’s why I’m
here” said the man in the car rising out of the passenger seat and
removing his sunglasses he coolly wore even in the nighttime. “The
Bureau wants a complete report on everything that has been going
on. If this case involves what we think it does, it’s our baby ‘til
the end.” He smirked.

"I still don't understand why the
Bureau wants action on this. It's a regular theft."

"There are some occurrences
surrounding this ‘regular theft’ that activate the unusual and
bizarre. That's what my division is used to investigating." The FBI
agent spoke eloquently and sincerely as he touched his ears and
wrinkled his nose, a small patch of brown hair furrowed behind his
ears slightly longer than that of the average man. His face was
pale and somber and he had a hint of eagerness in his speaking
tone.