Chapter 9: The Earring Holds a Secret!
Two weeks later, while I was out on one of the Survey trips to the real world, I found myself walking alone down a semi busy street in a town called San Francisco. There were people of all kinds selling things on the street I was not interested in anything they had.
I found myself stopping in front of one table. A young merchant lady dressed in cloths that the people of the late 60's and early 70's wore. Her hair was blond that reached half way down her back. There was something about her that I found quite safe to be around. I look down on the table to see all the kinds of jewellery she was selling.
Suddenly, before I could react she comes up to me and handed me a single earring. "Here you go, Hon," she said in a soft and nurturing voice as she placed the piece of jewellery in my hand. "This one is for you."
I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and studied them carefully. There was something strange about her; her appearance seems too perfect. She stood just a bit taller then I.
"I'm sorry; I don't have any money to buy your earring." I tried say as I attempted to push back the earring to her.
"Oh, don't worry about it Hon, I made it especially for you." She said with a wink.
From the corner of my eye I noticed the black car with the license "CATES1" I knew it was my ride to go back. "I have to go…" I said, as I started to walk away.
"Don't be afraid of the future, use the earring to help track and help the chosen survivor. That way, it won't matter which plan you choose, it will still succeed." The merchant lady said.
Shocked, I turned back to look at her, "What did you say?" I cried back. But to my surprise, when I turned back to where she stood, she was gone…suddenly a chill ran down my spine. What was happening? Was I talking to an Angel, or something else? There was only the table left where she had all of her crafts on, but as I looked closer, there was nothing on the table at all…was it all a hologram?
The car stopped right at the edge of the curb where I stood and the back window came down. The Founder that I've grown to trust over the years popped his head out. "Get in, now!" The Guardian demanded.
With out delay I put the earring in my pocket and stepped in the vehicle and sat opposite of the Guardian. When I looked over to the driver, I recognized Jeff behind the wheel. Mark sat at the passenger side. Without saying a word, I found myself staring out the window. The only thing that was on my thoughts was the woman I just met.
"How was your met with Schuyler?" The Guardian suddenly spoke.
"Excuse me?" My attention turned back to the Guardian.
"Schuyler, that's the name of the woman that was talking to you back there. I believe she had given you something?" Guardian said as he pointed at my pocket where I had put the jewellery.
"Are you reading my mind again?" I replied with a huff, as I turned back towards the window.
"No, this meeting was planned. Now it's up to you on whom you want to be the wearer of that earring."
"Why? What's so special about it?"
"It is designed to be a tracking device for the alliance against the Illuminati. The best thing is that it is also designed so any of the Founders or any members of the Illuminati could not detect it. Even those that have been brainwashed on the Island won't even know it's there. It's made out of the same materials as your golden Angel pin."
"What are you talking about?" I pretended to not know what pin he was talking about.
"The golden pin your Grandma gave you… Did you not know that she too was of the same race as Schuyler. That is why you have been chosen to start the wave to defeat the Reptilians. The Pleiadians had to make sure you would be safe so they designed that pin and before the Illuminati and the Founders took over the Island they made sure part of the Island would be protected for your safety. They designed sensors to block the Founders control around the area where you and the boys along with the Chipmunks go to 'get away'."
I looked up into his dark eyes, and digesting everything he said. Like he said, the only thing is now, is who gets to wear the earring?
"Ok then," I started to ponder. "What about this choice I'm suppose to make…she said something about me having two choices?"
"Oh, I think you know what she would be talking about! You are contemplating two acts of planning against the Founders and the Illuminati."
"Really now? And what plans are they?" I said testing the Guardian's skills at reading minds.
He let out a chuckle and looked up at me. "One of the plans, I believe, is that you and the boys will go on a mission and betray the Founders and exposing evidence of the whereabouts to where the Island is. Your other plan is to wait a few more years and keep training the Chipmunks to follow only your commands and use them as warriors and spies against the Founders and Illuminati. Both are good plans, but only one will really work."
"I see." I muttered underneath my breath.
"Like I said, you only have one choice…so choose wisely. Which choice would benefit the cause more? I can tell you have a lot of thinking to do. Try to remember that I can only do so much myself to help with the cause ok?"
"I will." I said in a respectful tone.
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That evening as usual all of us were at the smoke pit having a smoke and having a drink to forget our troubles for a while. All of a sudden I felt something in my pocket and pulled it out. That was when I remembered the meeting I had with the mysterious woman named Schuyler and the earring she gave to me. I found myself admiring it fondly.
"What is that, Mary?" Tom asks.
"It's an earring. Apparently it is a popular thing to wear these days in the outside world." I answered not really moving my eyes away from the little jewel.
"How did you get it?" Brenda asks.
"It was given to me!" I answered with a smirk. I then had a major brainstorm. Instead of me choosing a wearer for the earring, I would ask for anyone to volunteer to be the wearer. "Anyone care to try it on?" I asked as I held it out so everyone could see it clearly
Before anybody could speak out, Simon raises his hand. "Sure. I will."
His response took me by surprised, but made me smile towards his enthusiasm.
Next thing I knew I was preparing him to receive a poke with a needle. I hesitated for a second. "This might hurt a bit." I then admitted to him.
"Wait a sec." Simon held up his hand and took a huge gulp of Whisky from the bottle he held in his other hand. "Ok, do it now." Simon winced as I poked his ear then put in the earring.