The Last Christmas On Earth

The Last Christmas On Earth
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The Sun seems to have suddenly decreed that Life on Earth must end. A team of scientists tries to awaken the last survivor of the Rooswell's Ufo Crash, probably the only being that can help humanity to survive. An alien breed wants to take over the entire planet, a secret expedition into the Bermuda Triangle towards Atlantis is looking for the Key that opens the Celestial Tunnels. The son of Rockland's deputy, who is fond of Egyptology, disappears for thirty hours. When he returns home he remembers nothing, the race against time has begun. Humanity is in danger due to the increased activity of the Sun. Some scientists, flanked by Abel Parker, wake up the Gray, the last surviving alien who fell in Roswell. He is hibernated in a laboratory of Area 51, where Margareth Turner will ask him to help her decipher some disturbing mysteries. Harry, son of Deputy Sheriff James Robinson, disappears for thirty hours and when he returns home he remembers nothing. His bike shines with mysterious bluish dust, the same one that covers two corpses found the next morning in the same area. In the following days, other mysterious events occur, Harry acquires paranormal abilities, James believes that someone is watching them aiming to kidnap his son again, but he doesn't know that someone very close to him is plotting in the shadows. The corpses begin to mummify, but, before the Coroner can perform a second autopsy, the bodies disappear and with them every proof of their existence. When everything seems to be back to normal, the long-awaited Lobster’s Festival begins, but a powerful virus hits the county and the much sought-after answers come to the surface one by one. The Earth enters an apocalyptic phase, the first catastrophes send the entire Humanity into a panic. The Grey explains to Margareth that an alien race ”the Pleiadians” wants to take over the planet, while Abel Parker claims that the Grey wants to conquer the Earth. The President of the United States gives an ultimatum for the Grey to cooperate, he is the only one able to open the Heavenly Door and save everyone with the Vimanas, the ancient alien spaceships hidden in Tibet. A lightning storm sends the systems of Area 51 into a tailspin, Margareth and the Grey take advantage of it to escape and head to Egypt. A futuristic submarine descends into the Bermuda Triangle to reveal its mysteries. Neil Patterson, adventurer Bryan West, Aztec High Priest Pedro Ayala, and Cain Parker are part of the crew. The latter is in search of the Key that opens the Stargate, a heavenly portal that allows you to travel through time and space and that is hidden in El Giza. In the abysses, Atlantis is perfectly preserved, protected by a dome of energy. The calamities increase, some alien flying disks, allies of the Grey, try to save the people gathered in mass but are repulsed by the terrestrial air forces. Harry the child prodigy, the Grey and the Pleiadians are all in Egypt, fighting for the possession of the Stargate, while the planet and its inhabitants are dying. Who is gonna win? What's going to happen? What will be of humankind?

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Andrea Lepri

The last Christmas on Earth

Translated by

Mickey Perkins

Original Title

L'ultimo Natale sulla terra

First Edition

0111 edizioni -- www.0111edizioni.it

English Edition october 2019

Publisher: Tektime -- www.traduzionelibri.it

This novel is a work of fantasy, any reference to existing people and real events is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 2019 - Andrea Lepri. All rights reserved

Index of the Episodes

EPISODE I Harry's awakening

EPISODE II The plastic model

EPISODE III In the Dead Sea

EPISODE IV Ufo Crash

EPISODE V James's frustration

EPISODE VI The Zen Garden

EPISODE VII Pedro's death

EPISODE VIII The Dome

EPISODE IX Nautilus

EPISODE X In the Great Pyramid

NOTES The Author and the Translator

Harry's awakening

Harry looked around confused, struggling to keep his eyes opened. He had just been woken up by complete and deep silence, almost unnatural as if the very essence of life had suddenly left that corner of the world to escape from some kind of dire threat. The fresh and damp air barely moved, a single and unexpected gust shook blowing among the yellow-reddish leaves of the maple grove, otherwise still like in a postcard. Looking at the dark sky above him, speckled only by some remote star, Harry realized he could not tell if it was early morning or late evening.

At first, this fact appalled him, then, by increasing his focus on the clouds that were lying over the Penobscot Bay, he noticed that these had taken on the typical shades of twilight. He assumed the sun must have just set and once again he looked around perplexed, worried because he was late. He carelessly scratched the bite of an insect on his shin, his hand absently came up until an unpleasant sensation of stickiness forced him to look down; then he discovered that he had both knees flayed and that the sense of stickiness was due to a pink jelly, which was penetrating his wounds to heal them with a speed that he thought was impossible.

He watched amazed as his own flesh regenerated until the process was finished, then he touched fearfully where his blood had just gushed a few moments before and he was astonished that he was not hurt at all. He wondered how he could have gotten those injuries, he was sure he had not crashed down from the branch of some tree, because he was more than certain he had not climbed because of his crazy fear of spiders. Later he wondered if by chance he had fallen off his bicycle, but there was no way that was possible. He was a grown man now. How could he have forgotten? Annoyed by all these mysteries, he ran his hands through his smooth, black hair several times, leaning his lower lip forward in an attempt to collect his thoughts. In the end, he sighed resignedly, he could hardly believe it because it had never happened before and yet he must have fallen asleep.

But what happened to his knees? The noise of something struggling furiously in the water intrigued him, drawing him away from his worries. He got up and moved toward the bank of the stream to see what it was. He clung to a low and protruding branch, cautiously walking around a tree bristling on the bank to avoid sliding down and there he spotted his own fishing rod. It was exactly where he left it, between two rocks near the place in the stream by Megunticook Lake. A monstrously large trout was hopping out of the water, trying to break free from the hook. Harry could not remember if he was still awake at the time the fish had bitten and if so what had been his last thought before he fell asleep.

Meanwhile, the grove was slowly recovering to breathe, a sudden and persistent pruning announced that it was the time when the squirrels leap from branch to branch and then go ashore searching for food. An otter, recalled by the noisy trout, peeked out from a bush a few meters upstream, spotted the easy prey and dived, raising splashes of water; when it emerged it aimed firmly towards the fish that seeing it began squirming even more furiously: he knew he had no escape.

Far away the bell chimes of the Rockport church announced that it was time to get ready for dinner. Thinking again he should return home, Harry ran quickly looking for his beloved mountain bike. He really cared about it because convincing his parents he was able to ride it had cost him an arm and a leg; that's why every time he went to the stream he would rest the bike on a tree after wrapping the fishing rod with a rag to avoid scratching it. Instead, he found the bicycle thrown to the ground carelessly; he rushed to pick it up and inspected it inch by inch, to make sure that it wasn't damaged.

Suddenly he felt like someone was spying on him, he looked around for the umpteenth time and the darkness that was cloaking everything intimidated him. A few days before, his father told him to apply a battery-powered light to the handlebars of the bike, but he objected saying that afterward, it would no longer be so beautiful; in that exact moment, he regretted his own decision, because right then a light would have been really useful. New and more intense noises revealed to him that the wood was becoming increasingly alive and faster and when he heard the first nocturnal birds sounds he was frightened so much that he hoped not to be in front of a bear.



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