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    A Myth, A Prophecy and A Curse
    A Myth, A Prophecy and A Curse
    A Myth, A Prophecy and A Curse
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    A Myth, A Prophecy and A Curse

    By Richard Banegas

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    Dr. Ricardo Marcelo was an anthropologist. His job was simple: help his brother Dr. William Marcelo, an archaeologist on a dig in a haunted site the Mock-ta called the Forbidden Land. Then there was Dr. John Bastion, a colleague and a villain. Consumed with the lust for power, John Bastion uncovered an ancient charm from the grave of a man, setting in motion unexpected events, unleashing a prophecy and the curse placed on it, hurling Ricardo and his brother William towards a dark place. At first, William fell into a coma and all hope seemed lost until Ricardo met a mysterious woman who guided him through troubling times. With the help of friends and family, Ricardo set course to free William from a wicked sorceress and a curse that follows his footsteps. With the paradox on the horizon and time running out, Ricardo finally understood what he had to do!

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    PublisherRichard Banegas
    Release dateOct 5, 2011
    ISBN9781452443423
    A Myth, A Prophecy and A Curse
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    Richard Banegas

    n 2001, I began my journey responding to the tragic death of my brother William (Champ) Banegas Jr. by publishing my first novel, Hands of Fire / the Phantom Body in 2009. A promise kept. This year, I followed up by self publishing my next novel, At the Shadows Edge, released in April of 2010, available through CreateSpace and Amazon Books and other fine bookstores. Richard Thomas Banegas currently lives in Northern, California with his wife Zonia Banegas and their two terriers, Edward and Carla Antoinette. At the Shadows Edge, is his second novel following his first, Hands of Fire/ the Phantom Body. Hobbies: Reading, Cooking, Listening to music and just chilling. Favorite Female Artist: Elisa Song: Rainbow Favorite Male Artist: Andrea Bocelli Song: Romanza

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      A Myth, A Prophecy and A Curse - Richard Banegas

      A Myth, A Prophecy and A Curse

      by

      Richard Thomas Banegas

      SMASHWORDS EDITION

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      A Myth, A Prophecy and A Curse

      Copyright © 2011 by Richard Thomas Banegas

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      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. All characters and events in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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      In 2001 my brother William Banegas Jr. was killed in a tragic event, which set my feet on a different path. It took me seven years to write and publish, Hands of Fire/ The Phantom Body, my first novel, meant for my brother and I to have one last adventure together.

      In July of 2011 I received my publishing rights back and decided to re-publish under a new title. I decided to not rewrite the novel, but rather re-publish as I had intended over 10 years ago.

      After four books later, I still look back and marvel. Though my writing style (Voice) has changed, my first book is still my baby.

      I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it back then.

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      A Myth, A Prophecy and A Curse

      Chapter One

      Dr. Ann Navarro began to cross her long slender legs, cautiously twisting in her chair, pausing for a moment, captivated by the boldness of my stare.

      Tell me - about William, she uttered.

      Not a word flowed from my mouth. I just couldn’t see the logic in discussing William again.

      Ann aware of my explosive nature raised her penciled-in eye brows, with uncertainty engraved on her broken smile.

      Fine, then let’s focus in on another subject shall we?

      Then she followed up with a burning look of concern.

      Fine Doc, I replied removing a disquieting thought from my mind, glaring into her dark sultry eyes that reflected back an image of the skeletons that still hung in my closet.

      Do you mind if I smoke Ricardo?

      No, I answered, I don’t mind.

      I reached inside my pocket for my lighter.

      Meanwhile Ann moved closer to me already having a Marlboro hanging between her thin lips.

      It was then I noticed the diamond wedding ring she wore and how perfect it flowed around her slim finger, while inside my thoughts I turned toward the dark side once more.

      I quickly woke and regained my composure, reached up to light her cigarette keeping my eyes fixed on hers as the flame from my lighter highlighted Ann Navarro’s face, so slender and smooth and on it, her rich red ruby lips came alive against the edges of her warm skin, which melted in like the wave of an artistic brushstroke, immersed in a light tone of brown.

      Thanks, she said, exhaling a cluster of smoke that seemed to surround me.

      My pleasure, I whispered, having watched the cigarettes ash burn like the afterburner on a jet.

      Then quietly she reached up and took another drag from her cigarette, exhaled slowly and reached over, crushing her Marlboro into an accordion of sorts inside an old rustic ash tray sitting close by.

      Ann brushed her cheek with a swift light swipe with the back of her hand, paying no attention to the uplifting smoke that rushed across her face.

      Suppose we start at the beginning and explore what happened at the Archeological site, where you and your brother were working.

      If I was to have any chance of recovery, I needed to open my mind. I agreed reluctantly not wanting to go there, but even a morally-insane man needs answers.

      I closed my walnut-colored eyes and began the vast journey into the depth of my psyche, observing the visions of the past come alive once more.

      I arrived late in the day, in the mist of an Indian summer, just as the sun dropped behind the mountains’ western ridge, choking out the last sparks of light flickering across the rust colored canyon.

      I reached up to remove my shades, stepping quietly away from my Chevy Blazer, to watch a group of men still at work hauling artifacts up from their graves, when suddenly, I became drawn toward the mountains jagged peeks hearing the screams of an Eagle soar across the painted sky.

      Just below the dark shadows, deep into its cliffs, appeared a myth, the ancestral home to an ancient ruin, long the dominion of creepy things, and creatures that slither, and go bump in the night.

      Suddenly and without warning, a shadow darted by. The swift gust of wind that followed kicked up dirt and sand in my face.

      Shit! I yelled spitting and brushing the hot desert dust off, slamming the door behind me.

      Angry, I went around to the passenger’s side, opened the door and reached in to grab my gear.

      From out of nowhere, a hand reached out and took hold of my shirt, dropping me down to one knee.

      Caught by surprise, I lifted my head seeing the decomposing body of a young Navajo appear. He took on the look of a crypt keeper, covered with worms that bent and twisted in and out of his worn body, passing through and over his eyes.

      Releasing me from his grip, he turned his ghastly head gazing intently toward the mountain staring deep into the abyss.

      Then he stretched out his arm and pointed his bony finger to show where his home once stood.

      I lived there long ago, before the dark time, he said, Now only spirits haunt this place.

      Overwhelmed with fear, my first impulse was to turn and run but I began to shiver instead. My heart thumped so fast I could barely breathe, leaving me speechless and drenched in a cold sweat.

      Slowly, he turned his demon skull in my direction, and began to cringe. An eternity of bereavement consumed him, as clumps of muddy soil and pale green slime steadily dripped from his rotting flesh.

      Beware Marcelo, he warned, You are treading on hallow ground. A curse waits anyone who disturbs the bones of our dead. You must leave this place at once.

      I soared in the depths of madness trying to keep my wits about me.

      Courage, I whispered, Courage.

      Like the flickering glow of a lantern’s flame just about to be extinguished, I realized in that instant, I had never believed in ghost of any sort.

      I began to see this must be a fragment of my imagination playing tricks on me, trying to deceive me.

      No, I would not cower to this goblin, real or otherwise. Then I calmly replied tempering my words.

      I shall take that into consideration.

      Not believing me for a moment and liking my answer less, the cadaver swiftly reached out and took hold of my throat, pulling me towards him.

      Then he gritted his teeth and frowned uttering a loud cry in an angry, ill-tempered growl.

      Go. Go – Now!

      Struggling violently, I forcefully removed his grip on me, pulling myself away, frantically pushing the worms and maggots off my clothes.

      I screamed in vain inside my mind in terror, slamming the door, as the shrilling angry voice disappeared.

      I lifted myself up, grabbed my gear and ran toward the camp, rushing past the ancient graves, smelling the stench of that hideous intimidating phantom rush past me.

      At first, I panicked stumbling forward, losing my balance slamming face first into the ground, crying out in agony.

      Then I briefly gathered in my ability to conquer my fear in an utter loss of hope and stood, when a sudden, loud harsh scream from behind sent me into hysteria.

      I was at my whit’s end, dazed, and frightened, lost to a world that consumed me, when I heard someone say,

      Ricardo, wake up!

      I glanced upward to see a most welcomed figure standing in front of me, Dr. William Marcelo, my brother.

      William grabbed me, glancing

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