Ancient Echoes

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Something was terribly wrong here, Michael thought as he perused the rugged terrain. The emptiness, untouched by man, seemed to go on forever.

The previous day the group found nothing that could lead to the pillars. At first light, they began again.

They stopped when they reached a location where the mountain dropped away. They couldn’t see through the thick, high foliage to the bottom. Something about it seemed familiar to Michael, however. He had never been there before, yet it welcomed him.

“This is it,” he said quietly. “We’ve got to climb down the mountain.”

“What makes you say that?” Quade’s dark gaze fixed on Michael.

“I don’t know,” Michael admitted.

Jake and Charlotte exchanged worried glances. “Good enough for me,” Charlotte said. Jake nodded.

Michael led them forward as anticipation, hope and fear collided. The possibility that Lionel and the students were already dead, that he was chasing shadows, weighed heavily.

He realized the mountain’s relentless steepness and treacherous footing would only increase the farther they went. They left the horses on a flat pasture near a small stream, removed the saddlebags and filled their backpacks with as much as they could carry, then crawled and slid down the mountainside.

Michael stared into the distance with both satisfaction and alarm. He stopped walking and pointed so that the others would follow his line of sight.

He heard Charlotte gasp in both surprise and disbelief.

In the center of a long valley stood two pillars, taller and more frighteningly unearthly than any of them ever imagined.

As they hiked toward the pillars, Jake found footprints among the crushed scrub. “Look at this! They were here! We’re going to find them. I know it!”

Michael said nothing. He had somehow known he would find the pillars, had known they would find evidence that the university group had been here. He felt as if he had been led here by a force beyond himself, but by who or what, for good or evil, he had no idea.

It was ironic that he felt such a force. After all, he had turned his back on believing in such sixth senses, turned his back on everything other than the here and now, the real and concrete … until Mongolia. There, everything changed.

“I've got to call this in,” Jake said excitedly as he pulled out his satellite phone. “I want a search team out here pronto.” He tried the phone. “Damn! There's nothing but static. I've never had that happen before. What could be causing interference way out here?” He walked back some distance to see if he could get a better signal.

Charlotte followed him. Michael couldn’t help but notice that she tended to do that, as if she found being near Jake somehow comforting—and clearly, the sheriff didn’t mind having her near. She called out, “Does it work yet?”

“No. For all I know, the damn thing's broken. But I've got backup.” Jake dropped the phone back in its case and took out a satellite messenger, capable of sending a distress signal with the sender's location. But it was as dead as the phone.

“My sat phone’s never failed me,” Michael said as he took his out. Besides, he should have already contacted Jianjun, told him where he was, and asked him to be ready to send help if things grew any weirder.

But his device also refused to connect. The pillars had to be the cause. But why? What did they do? What was their purpose?

He put the phone away. They were on their own.

“Before we waste time with this technical junk,” Jake said, “let's see if we can find those kids and give them food and first aid. After that, we'll figure out how to get a helicopter out here. The kids’ tracks are heading straight for the pillars, so they might be camped nearby.”

“It’s too quiet here,” Charlotte said.

“We will understand the strangeness as soon as we learn what's causing it,” Quade stated in his usual emotionless, cerebral manner.

Michael, however, saw perfection in the symmetry of the straight, matching dark gray posts atop the pyramid-like hill. They reminded him of Miyajima in Japan's Inland Sea, where a tall vermilion gate, a torii, had been built so that at high tide water surrounded it. Beautiful and symmetrical, the torii was considered a gateway between the physical and spiritual world. A gate in such an unlikely location made it startling to behold. Just like the two pillars.

He saw footprints leading toward the pillars, but none away.

The air grew colder as he neared the pillars, and then a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky and a boom of thunder sounded.

“What was that?” Charlotte stopped short.

“It seemed to come from them,” Jake said, looking at the pillars. He, too, froze in his tracks.

Once more, lightning flashed above the pillars and thunder rumbled.

“People nearing the pillars must create a displacement of air,” Quade said, “like wind booming through a cave.”

“Wait!” Michael held out his arms as if to stop them. “The thunder could be a warning to stay away.”

“Now you're out in Twilight Zone territory,” Jake declared. “It’s dry lightning and thunder. Happens now and again, and I'm not letting it stop me from going where I please. Or from finding those kids. Ignore it. Let’s go.”

“All of you talk about the noise, but what about the lights?” Michael asked.

The others glanced at each other. “What lights?” Jake said.

“Those!” Michael pointed at the ground from the foot of the mound to the top. “Don’t you see them? They’re fantastic, like intricate Celtic knots all jumbled together, and yet, overall, they form a large-scale pattern, a definite pattern that works its way up the mound to the pillars.”

“I sure as hell don’t see any lights,” Jake said, staring at him as if he’d lost his mind.

Charlotte and Quade moved a bit closer. He could tell from their expressions they saw nothing.

“I know what I see!” Michael hurried a few steps forward then dropped to the ground and scooped away bits of dirt, eventually ending up with a small hole. He sat back on his heels. “They won’t go away. They aren’t on the earth; they’re of it.”

“What you are seeing is an array,” Quade said calmly. “It holds and focuses energy. However those pillars came to be here, they are held in place by energy. For some reason, you alone can see it.”

“See energy?” Jake cast a beady eye on both Quade and Michael. “Sounds like witchcraft. Which, I hasten to add, I also do not believe in.” He marched forward. Charlotte and then Quade walked close behind him, and eventually, Michael followed.

When they reached the foot of the mound, lightning flashed and thunder boomed every sixty to ninety seconds. Static electricity charged the air.

“Now, what the hell's he doing?” Jake muttered to Charlotte as he stared at Quade who sat cross-legged gazing up at the formation. Michael had walked away from them.

Charlotte shook her head, too stunned by the pillars to care about Quade. She stepped to Jake’s side. “Remember how I told you I studied ancient Egypt? I hate to say it, but now that we’re close, those symbols at the top are Egyptian hieroglyphics.”

“You’ve studied hieroglyphics?” Jake rubbed his chin, looking at her with equal parts awe and befuddlement as a dopey grin spread over his face. “At this point I’m ready to believe anything. Can you read them?”

“Not without my books and dictionaries.”

He turned back to the pillars. “So, now you’re telling me ancient Egyptians, the guys who built the pyramids, were once here in Idaho?”

“No.”

“That’s good,” Jake sounded relieved, as if he had feared for her sanity.

“The stones would be more weathered, and the ground much more reclaimed if the pillars were thousands of years old. They’re much more recent.”

“That’s it!” Jake said. “It’s a prank! Some college kids rigged this up. Maybe even as a joke on the visiting professor. Now, you’re talking.”

Much to her surprise in this crazy situation, Charlotte found herself smiling at him. “I should have said recent, archeologically speaking.” A glimmer filled her eyes “They’re probably no more than two or three hundred years old.”

“Good God!” Jake groaned.

Michael hurried toward them. “There’s a problem.” He beckoned Quade to join them. “I walked all the way around the mound and I saw footprints going up, but none coming down or walking away from it.”

“Impossible,” Jake said.

Charlotte said nothing as she tried to understand all this.

“There's an explanation.” Quade’s tone was firm, all-knowing.

“What, they flew?” Jake put his hands on his hips. “I know the old legends talked about people disappearing, but I don't buy it!”

Quade peered up at the pillars. “If we want to find the students, we’ll have to follow them.” His frosty gaze turned to Jake. “The wisest move might be that you don't join us, Sheriff,” Quade said. “We don’t know what’s on the other side.”

“Other side of what?” Jake asked.

Michael answered. “That’s what we need to find out.”

“Are you the only sensible one here, Charlotte?” Jake asked.

His question churned in her mind. Sensible? If it was sensible to believe these pillars held answers about her husband, then she was. After thirteen years of not knowing why he had died, what he had pursued those last few weeks of his life, the answer seemed to be within her grasp. “I’m going with them,” she replied softly.

Despite her words, she was afraid, and something told her the sheriff realized that. She looked away.

“I think you’ve all lost your goddamn minds,” Jake yelled, far too gruffly. His eyes again found Charlotte’s as he said, “I’m not letting you go anywhere without me.”

Quade climbed up the mound first, Charlotte next, Michael, and then Jake. As they neared the top, the booms struck with less frequency rather than more, and then stopped completely.

The earth at the top was the same as the earth everywhere else on the mound. They found no hole that could swallow people up. Nothing.

And yet, they could not deny that footprints rose up to the pillars, but none descended from them.

“I’m going to walk between the pillars,” Michael said. “But before anyone else does, you should realize there’s a possibility you won’t be able to come back.”

“That’s crazier than Quade!” Jake said.

“Maybe we tie a rope around Michael’s waist,” Charlotte suggested. “If something goes wrong, or he finds himself in danger, we can pull him back out.”

“I don’t believe that will work,” Quade said. “Any link to this world will stop one from entering another.”

“We can try,” Charlotte said.

“Ropes aren’t needed.” Quade held Charlotte’s outstretched hand as he alone stepped between the pillars. Nothing happened, and he came back to her side. “As I suspected.”

“I can’t believe any of you are serious about this!” Jake yelled.

“Are you ready?” Michael asked Quade and Charlotte. They nodded.

“Hell no! Not if we can’t come back!” Jake thundered.

“We’ll have to find that out on the other side,” Michael answered. “It’s what all scientists must do at some point.”

“But don’t you—” Jake began his question but didn’t have a chance to end it as he watched Quade, Michael, and finally Charlotte step between the pillars and vanish.

“Oh, s**t!” Jake muttered. Against his better judgment, he followed.