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Chapter 1
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“Mayday, mayday! This is Skye Johnson on a Cessna 208 Caravan, requesting help! I’m caught in a severe lightning storm over the Mediterranean, please send help!” All she received was the crackling of a broken radio. Skye leaned over, flipped a switch and tried again. Nothing. “No!” She cried and hit the receiver. Skye screamed as a shockwave shook the small aircraft. Smoke billowed out of the engine and into the cockpit. The yolk jerked out of her hands.
She jammed the controls again. “SOS! I have lost control of the aircraft and have been struck by lightning! I’m going down! Send help!” More static. The plane continued in a downward spiral, smoke tailing behind. The cockpit cleared just enough for Skye to see the Earth approaching fast, but instead of water, an island rose to meet her. She had the map of this area memorized and she knew there were no islands in this part of the Mediterranean Sea. She gasped, mouthing legends and stories long since dead and gone.
Then her world exploded.
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