Rise of the Wadjet Witch - By Juliet C. Obodo Page 0,53

you have a twin.”

“Sarai and I were born in Wiltshire, England. Lawrence and Gabriella were born in Athens, Greece. You and Cairo, your twin, were born in Giza, Egypt under Ophiuchus. The council of Saqqara predicted that the two born under Ophiuchus would lead us to Isis’s Book of Secrets to find the True Name of Ra. This will give us the power of the Eye of Ra. According to Saqqara legend, when Ra created his children, they came to Earth to explore out of curiosity. He was so worried that he sent the Eye of Ra to find them and to ignite the Earth. The children found their way and he cried tears of joy upon their return. From those tears, the first human beings were formed. But the power of the Eye lit up the Earth and it can do so again. The Seventy-Two have been searching for it for centuries. They planted spies in the schools because they believed we would find it. This is another reason we had to be born all over the world, not just to ensure proper constellation alignment with our zodiac signs, but to spread them thin. They were only seventy-two. But it seems that they have initiated poor lost humans in their cause.”

“So, we were all born as twins. Fourteen sets in 1977 and fourteen sets in 1988,” Memphis recounted.

Everyone nodded.

“Are all the sets male and female, and one light and one dark?”

“Yes. One aspect of the Star Essence is masculine and retains a static quality. The other aspect is feminine and dynamic. We represent the dualities in life. Our Star Essence splits to meld with the physical form. The effect manifests as twin beings: Yin and Yang, male and female, and black and white.

“Virgil has mental powers and mine are physical. We are only able to tap into each other’s power when close.” She flicked her hand to demonstrate, moving Lawrence over to the settee. “Virgil has been transmitting you information in the guise of a television show.”

Virgil smiled apologetically. “We had so much information we needed you to know, and we knew we couldn’t just send it to you all at once.”

“No wonder your ‘show’ was always on. So, this is also the case with Lawrence and Gabriella?”

“Yes, and the other Wadjet. Only you and Cairo have true balance—the powers of both the physical and unconscious world. Your brother has been focusing on his physical, and losing his conscious link to us.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s with Keturah. She killed our parents.”Sarai answered with a steely tone to her voice.

“Our parents, too.” Gabriella interjected.

“She was one of the chosen creators. But the man chosen to be with her died, so the Star Council chose our parents again for this birth class.

“Keturah was jealous that our parents had two sets of Wadjet children. She was supposed to be a chosen one. She was so angry with the Star Council and Saqqara, and like Seth, her jealousy turned her to the dark side. She found Zarzora and our parents took her in, but she had already joined The Seventy-Two. While we slept, she took you and Cairo. We were only able to escape because of our powers. We were able to spectra and landed outside of the house. Before we could stop the fire, the entire house exploded.” Sarai ended the story sadly.

“Jonathan’s head exploded,” Memphis said weakly.

“Yes. It had to be The Seventy-Two; they are growing stronger with human sacrifices. They protected Keturah and we were unable to see her true intentions or the outcome with a psionic cloak.”

“But our parents knew they would die young.”Sarai stated.

“So did ours. That is what Claudia told us,” Lawrence supplied.

“But we didn’t know we would lose you,” Sarai said as she shook her head.. “We had no idea. We searched everywhere—the darkest corners of the world—but you were still under Keturah’s cloak. She kept you under watch with that horrible foster family.”

Something occurred to Memphis; she had seen Keturah before. Keturah had come to the home for several visits as a social worker, and Memphis would cry and ask her to take her away. She pleaded with her not to leave her, but Keturah would always leave her crying on the crumbling porch steps of her foster house.

“How did I get separated from Cairo?”

“We don’t know. You don’t remember?”

“No. I don’t remember much. I think there was an accident; I remember screaming and being in a great deal of pain. I was in the hospital