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  A New Era

  Chris Red

  Translated by Salma Salah Abdelmoneim

  “A New Era”

  Written By Chris Red

  Copyright © 2018 Chris Red

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  Distributed by Babelcube, Inc.

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  Translated by Salma Salah Abdelmoneim

  Cover Design © 2018 Chris Red

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  A New Era

  The awakening

  Chapter 1: Jalalah

  Chapter 2 : Jameston

  Chapter 3: Aaron

  Chapter 4: Stambouli city

  Chapter 7 : the meditation

  Chapter 8: Lealeana

  Phoenix

  Chapter 9: Ribardielli

  Chapter 10 : Edwin Peters

  Chapter 12: the training

  the uprising

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  Preface

  On a cliff by a turbulent sea, was sitting a man meditating, while the scum is hitting the sides of the rocky walls. Behind him, there was a calcified territory with redness that looks abnormal in this side of the planet. The greenery became rare. Since this anonyms desert end up,

  He scrutinizes the clear horizon of an orange sky that is mingling the aspects of the arid weather in a perfect way. Entirely isolated from any civilization, his thoughts are lost in a great abyss. He was there, swinging his legs slowly in the space and has been eroding some pebbles thrown by the water...what should he think about? Should he give a well thought of humanity the way it used to be? The beginning of the twenty first century was marked by increased conflicts, more and more violent, and people revolutions, all these in a hostile environmental weather. If a person begun by destroying each other, the natural catastrophe had been taken over step by step in a way burning out all forms of extended civilization. All the discriminations and differentiations in nationalities or races have been disappear, nature put all men in the same level of equality as powerless humans in front of telluric forces, and who only has the power to polish the planet the way she want.

  By the second century, earthquakes, volcanic eruption, hurricanes and other tsunamis was increased and accessed on daily basis: new geography has been created as well as new continents and new climates. All what the man has been built during millennia have been destroyed in a very short time. The politic and economic systems have been collapsed and became useless, the borders quickly became obsolete .Every day represented a proof of survival, men was forced to help each other whereas religions lost their meaning. All the foundations of humanity collapsed as a cart game but in more violent way.

  The objections have multiplied and reach their point of no return, to cause a third world war. Everything was challenged at an incredibly fast pace, all the things that desecrated values ​​they extolled have been rejected to their pedestal by a force infinitely superior for them. Since then each man has his own destiny in his hands. And some of them have survived. It was a battle which has been measured for years...for how long? No one between the survivors exactly knew it, the calendar has been abandoned, humanity founds itself diving into a new era...a new world which was facing Natan, immersed in its experience, on the mound of its life. Only one date remained engraved in the memory of men Jun 24th 2016. Earth hadn’t yet stopped sending its warnings to men. Disasters regularly occurred in places that suffer most of the Apocalypse. However, men didn’t interpret as they should the signs that the Foodland was trying to send them. On the contrary, they tried at any cost to adapt there where he shouldn’t rest, the view of the islands located along the Ring of Fire in the Pacific Ocean which had swallowed up most of it.

  While Natan was meditating In front of an ocean that stretched out of sight, life continued its path in a peaceful village located about one kilometer from the majestic cliff. Despite the arid climate, a small community has been developed beside the sea. Originally, where families of needy survivors have been installed they didn’t know where to go or how to reach it. Over time, some survivors wandering in search of other others made their encounter. In fact the solidarity became common currency on the planet, the daily insecurity and the fear from its next , that prevailed in the urban cities of the period of technic hegemony of human species have been disappear. Each one hold their own characteristics and their own abilities that he put in the hand of tomorrow. Step by step, they opened up into a new awareness , by Natan image, who liberates the materialistic contradictions of the old world, was able

  To liberates his mind and open up into new abilities. The chaos had not only proved as negative, it allowed Natan and others to purify their mind in order to accomplish as humans, by searching deeply in their body for the key that allow them to get over themselves. Natan barely realized that he was promised with a future of messenger. At least, he understood that a new era has started, the period when humanity owns the privilege of power had revealed. But before going to the adventure and follow the evolution of this novel heroes, like Natan, we shut go back and remind in more details of the community of Jalah’s history.

  The awakening

  Chapter 1: Jalalah

  Ahmed Jalalah, this is a well-known name in this small community. This man who used to be Muslim, was lost with his small family composed of a woman, little girl and her mother, who was rather old but succeeded to extend the time of her existence despite the avalanching of catastrophes that had hit the planet. In view of the state of health precarious for the oldest one, Ahmed decided to put foot on earth, he decently couldn’t not to keep searching for a more prosper place where he settle without any risk of losing the one who give him birth, and the thought of abandon....eh well, he didn’t even think about the space of the second millennium, the sea was close, he founded a way to fish, they used to sleep in a tent that they took with them when they find a safe place for all of them. Earlier it wasn’t restful, he was supporting as he could his family needs, while his wife and daughter was taking care of his mother. That took weeks, or months no one actually knew. Despite the efforts of Jalalah’s family in taking care of granny, one day, she didn’t woke up. No, she wasn’t a prisoner in some dream, her soul has indeed left her body...despite their grieve , they had returned from so far that they couldn’t stop living, a decent burial has been erected honoring her, then they have decided to follow their guy in his path. Where? After all they are used to this life here, they were united, welted, and in the bottom of their heart, they were happy. They depended on no one but themselves, neither on a system that was making only image of little checkers among a lot of others who were gone. Formerly, time was money. Henceforth, that doesn’t mean anything. Ahmed bothered himself to explore all around, searching for resources and materials. He find out that he was very clever with his own hands he succeeded to build a small house from clay, accommodating in

  simple way, but practical. Ours had a roof to live in it, and landscape, arid of course, but is no less beautiful. They loved to sit together at night admiring the sun while it goes down to the sea leaving the horizon. Then step by step, it was like the life find its way, the greenery regained its color, of course it wasn’t luxuriant, but the Jalalah’s family begun to develop its own kitchen garden, to find also some wood. In fact, the main problem of food: was having fish every day in the menu.

  Days pass, then one day, an event occurred. The Jalalah family didn’t ever imagine that it was possible. Ahmed returned back from fishing, he was rather satisfied about himself , he brought whatever it w
ill grstify the need of his two little women, who are sitting silently while a sweltering heat hit their modest home. He pass his morning fishing , nothing is more pleasant for him, he was alone, communicating with the nature, keep thinking about the joy that he will bring to the two women in his life. This one is waiting for him impatiently. Usually, if his wife Ilham was asleep, peacefully, Farah, his young girl, doesn’t sleep, she waited the return of her father , by throwing herself with euphoria in his arm. That day, he when returned back founded cables of the entrance door, his daughter didn’t hear it, she wasn’t in a hurry. But still his attention was away, was fixed on one place, his look froze, his eyes was still opened , motionless. Two men was coming from faraway, one of them was bigger than the other, we can say a father and a son. It was impossible for him to determine since when he didn’t feel the presence of other human. The last time, it was a big chaos, screams, tears and panic still his last memories for the company of humans, it was everyone on his own. In the middle of a great hysteria, no one think but himself and his relatives. He was observing them coming close to them. With a trembly hand , he put down the fishes he brought for super...then he rubbed his eyes...before opening them...the two men still coming to their direction...no . it wasn’t a mirage...neither he is dreaming,

  He was certain that he is awake this morning, despite a short moment of hesitation...

  “Ilham! Farah! He shouted at them , both of you should come at once ! Ilham ! Farah ! its unbelievable ! “

  After moving the space around for a few seconds, the excitement had calm down, and the joy of not being alone invade his heart. His wife and daughter must see this and feel the moment with him, and soon with the two strangers.

  “dady ! you have been there for too long ! what happened, what did you bring to us ?” shouted Farah.

  She was followed a bit by Ilham, who looked to her husband with this look of love that used to , when they met.

  “what happened dear ? what the reason behind this excitement ? did you defeated a whale ? she said in joking way.

  - I would love to....a whale would not have a chance against me dear you know that well....but look there”, he said pointing with his finger toward the two new arrivals.

  After coming at the same level of Ahmed, when the two Jalalah women advanced toward him talking to him, their looks are away ahead. Two forms blurred a bit was coming close , walking quietly under a heated sun. they are moving toward them , peacefully , holding back bag. Approaching gradually, the united family who was hopping up and down with impatience came to realize that it is not a mirage. They were not alone. They didn’t feel afraid they felt just the joy and curiosity. Meeting the men became the most hectic and exhilarating thing happening to them. They are living a peaceful and calm life, no event worthy of interest came to make them worry like now.

  In the present, the two men were close, drops of sweat stood out on their faces; they were look to them, with a light smile expressing a kind of relief. , At the same time, the two representatives of the Jalalah’s family were waving their hands for the future visitors

  Their hands were moving in the air, sending a positive message to their out comers. The older reply by an elegant move, he put his fingers at the same level of his hat and raised it before putting it back on his head, showing his long white hair. As for the younger had simply smile, the two men arrive to the same level of the small family united for a special occasion. The took time contemplating them. The man was not too big for his age, he was smaller than his nephew who came with him, his matt skin with his short brown hair tallied completely with the decoration. Others wo seems to be his wife and daughter were having the same tan skin. Both had long brown hair hanged loosely on their shoulders. The girl had the same black eyes as her father, but her chubby cheeks she had was from her mother. However, they didn’t spend much time in examining them, so the younger begun the conversation:

  “Ah ! it is a pleasure to see a sign of life !

  _ who do talk ! you should be exhausted from walking under this heat ! Ahmed reply.

  _ I can’t tell how hard. it is been hours since we were walking, we were running out of water when we noticed your small house from far away...

  _ come inside, actually, we will prepare something to eat, you know we never had visitor before. You are the most welcome” Ahmed interrupted him.

  Ilham and Farah nod on agreement , the young girl with matt skin give a very nice smile, they didn’t had any doubt that her heart bound wildly, she was observing meticulously the two unexpected visitors. The first one was big, tough, squared shoulders, have a frank look from a sharp blue eyes, his blond hair overflow from his hat, he wear a faded pants, old shoes, over used clothes...he was certain that he doesn’t have much clothes to change, but he’s the very picture of class, the little girl was impressed. He wasn’t less , when she looked at the young man who came with her, she was dazzled: a

  Chubby face, blue eyes with crystal brightness and purity , a headband buried under her thick hair. The clothing style was the same, shirt with squares and faded pants, he didn’t have any doubt that his companion was a source of inspiration for him; it's plain for all to see. When Farah was under the spell , Ahmed and Ilham invite them inside. The two men give a slight smile, full of understanding, before entering. Their eyes made a fast tour in the small house, modest, very little furniture, but nevertheless hospitable. Curve forms were drawn on the ceiling especially at the entrance of each room, while small steps seem to serve as relay to the main living room and the other rooms. Branches were also arranged in some side and also on the ceiling. Yizrah didn’t know how he gets it, but the outcome was startling. Standing in front of the chimney that he built, Ahmed proposed that they made themselves confortable:

  “Come on, I am afraid that we can’t offer you but the ground to sit in, will bring you something to drink, said Ahmed.

  _ thank you for your kindness and greeting, but we forgot the first rule of politeness, we didn’t introduce ourselves, my name is Yizrah, and this is nephew Natan.

  _ Nice to meet you Yizrah, my name is Ahmed, may I introduce to ou my precious tresor, my girl Farah, and my wife Ilham.”

  The two oriented tresor take their place beside Yizrah and Natan around a table with an argil base designed by Ahmed. He joined them quickly holding a carafe of water, made from terracotta, which seems to be a blessing for them, Natan didn’t take his eye from Ahmed. This one return to take care of the fishes to prepare the dinner. They were all sitting around the table. It was the beginning of a long conversation , they stayed inside the whole afternoon evoking their personnel stories . the hosts told them how they arrived here, the situation of the grandmother and the little girl, their decision to stlle in , their daily activities... Eventually Yizrah and Natan tell them about their tour

  Their story, especially Yizrah. Natan was quiet most of the time , he prefere leaving the narration to his uncle.

  This one in fact express with more courteousness, calm, so h seems capturing his interlocutor. During their travels they met some communities, discovering every day new villages that are organizing step by step, scattered around the world. They found there forms of life so they could notice that nature retake its place. Some regions became flourish, while others still until now deserted. However the uncle and the nephew didn’t stop exploring the planet after losing all the trace of their family. As Yizrah explain he wasn’t thrown into permanent movement just for the desire of discovery or for journey.

  “unfortunately, I should tell you that we didn’t explore our beautiful planet just to be fully aware of the geographic consequences that she was subjected to, after the apocalypse. Like you, we had our little family problems. I said” he asserted while giving a furtive look to Natan, who contemplate his uncle with eyes almost tearful.

  It was like Yizrah was asking for permission from his nephew to entrust their new friends. The sadness felt on the eyes of the young man was imperceptible for the adults who may feel a sor
t of unease seized Natan. Ahmed undertakes to change the conversation , didn’t hope to interfere in his friendship or arouse some wound that are still opened.

  Nevertheless, Natan moved his shoulders with maybe misplaced pride,wanted to show that this issue never bother him while a glint of melancholic reflect from his eyes pretending the opposite.

  “you can speak, after all, they entrusted us their story without reservation.”

  Yizrah give a slight pout mixing satisfaction with astonishment.

  “well, it’s my honor, Natan.”

  So that’s how a long monologue begun by Yizrah , while telling their efforts to survive after the apocalypse. The uncle show prolix , didn’t miss any details in his narration, the decay of Natan’s mother, the separation from his brother. Eyal, and the escape to leave the frensh capital engulfed by an unsupported chaos. The three listeners felt the emotion as they were reliving that day with them .Yiarah express with clear diction and the meaning of each word were carefully chosen. The speech that was escaping from his throat didn’t just ring in the air but were vibrating also inside their existence and touching them from the bottom of their heart.

  Ahmed and Ilham understood since the reason behind their no end wandering. Both of them pursue common target and were looking for the member of the family who might survive from this planet event .Natan was forcing himself to conceal his emotion therefore his physical tiredness.

  The body and the spirit are closely connected , the body of Yizrah’s nephew indicate for others the discontent that is poisoning him sometimes, which is not missed , especially from Ahmed.

  “any way , Yizrah, you can’t leave now, we are your host, you are going at least pass the night with us. You must be exhausted.”

  Natan eyes become livid each time the name of his brother were pronounced, or his existence was evoked. Yizrah was not aware of the last rain, he was pretty sure that Ahmed means his nephew , he suggested before saying :