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Note: This is something I wrote a few years ago for some friends, but never got up the courage to post. But, at the incouragement of someone I know, I've decided to post it now. I hope you guys enjoy it.

 

 

PROLOGUE

     You could definitely say that the backseats of the 12 passenger van my friend Ally’s mom had rented was awkward, to say the least.

     In it sat the 9 members of the graduating 8th grade class of 2017, myself included, from an extremely   small school you’ve definitely never heard of. And we had only recently found out that we had a lot more in common than any of us had ever dreamed. For one, we’d all been lied to for our ENTIRE LIVES. About what, you may ask? Try the fact that we are all members of the most powerful family this earth has ever known, a family that, up until recently, we had believed to be fiction. So, yeah, we had DNA in common too. We were Cahills. It was a lot to process. Henry, the loud kid behind me, who was currently picking his nose and who had earlier stolen my bookmark and made me lose my page, was my cousin. Well, distant cousin. But still. And so was everyone else in the van.

     Now we were all together heading from our hometown in Missouri to Attleboro, Massachusetts, home to the Cahills. It’s a 19-hour drive, and we were stretching over two days. We’d be spending the summer with the leaders of the Cahills, Amy, Dan, Ian, Hamilton, and, as a special treat, hip-hop sensation Jonah Wizard (On break from his most recent tour). Speaking of, that was another thing we’d been lied to about. No one in my class had been allowed to know Jonah existed, at least until a few months ago. Now, the girls in my class were obsessed with him and his albums were being played on repeat.

     Between the long car ride, my insane class, the fact that I couldn’t read a book with Henry in the car, and Jonah Wizard playing nonstop, I could die. Although, with the Cahill involved, the likelihood of me surviving this summer was already drastically reduced.

     You might be wondering how I ended up in this situation or what happens from here. Well, sit down, grab some popcorn, and get ready, because you’re in for quite a story.

 

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Also known as Samurai

Est. January 2014

 

Author of the Path of Legends series - coming 2020!

 

"Fear not in this Time of Chaos, this War of Darkness. For on the horizon, there shines a light, a light brighter than any before . . ."

 

 

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CHAPTER 1

This all started on a pretty normal Friday in April. But, normal quit being a way to describe things half way through the day. After lunch my class and I headed to our homeroom to grab our books we’d left in English so we could put them in our lockers and go to math. It was just like we’d always done. But we no more than grabbed our books when we were stopped by our homeroom/English teacher. She waited until we were quiet and the rest of the middle schoolers were out of the hall to continue. “Okay guys, there’s been a change of plans. Pack your book bags and come back here.”

Matthew, the class clown, piped up, “Does this mean we get to miss math?” Our teacher nodded.

Ally was the next person to ask a question. “So what are we doing?”

Our teacher just kind of gave us an “I don’t know” look. “This wasn’t my idea.” We all paused. She had taught 8th grade here for years. She was the last person you’d expect to not know was going on.  

Out in the hallway our lockers all opened and shut simultaneously and voices buzzed. From three lockers down I could hear Claire, who was talking to her cousin, Carly. “This is weird. What could be going on?”

“Must be pretty good if we’re getting out of math and getting to pack up,” I add.

“ Hmph, yeah, right. It’s probably just some stupid service project, like always,” my ever-pessimistic classmate Henry interrupted. Everyone ignored him. I shoved the remaining items I needed into my book bag and filed back into the classroom with everyone else.

A little thing about my class: we always had a card game going. If we had to switch classrooms mid-game or a game wasn’t finished at the end of the day, everyone kept their hand and the game continued later. So, it took less than 2 minutes for a game to start in the back of the classroom. Only two people didn’t join in, me, I had a new book (need I say more?), and Noah, a guy usually too busy gaming or sleeping to ever eat. Noah also had a book to read, though, which was partly my fault. Two years ago our history teacher, Mrs. Marshal, had read The 39 Clues Maze of Bones aloud every day during homeroom. She’d gotten us all hooked on the series and by the end of the year we were all the way through book 6 of the series. Mrs. Marshal promised to finish the series with us the following year, but there was never time. I took up reading the series on my own, and the ones that followed it. I’d finished Superspecial Outbreak, the final book, just months earlier. Noah had continued the series too, but had stopped after Cahills vs. Vespers Day of Doom. Until I begged him to continue it so we could talk about it. So now he was reading the first Unstoppable book.

A few minutes later everyone was called to their seats. Our teacher got up, telling us to “have fun” as she left. Mrs. Marshal herself walked in looking nervous. I could tell that whatever was about to happen would be serious.

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Wow, no replies to chapter one? Oh well. I'm going to try and post every other day. Either which way. So enjoy chapter 2.

 

CHAPTER 2

               Mrs. Marshal waited for everyone to quiet down.“Ok,” as she said it she rolled her eyes and clasped her hands together. It was a subconscious gesture she started each of her history lectures with. What did that mean now?

“So,” she began. She was always a peppy person, but today it sounded fake. “How many of you remember a book series called The 39 Clues?”

Most of the kids murmur “yeses” and “sort ofs”. Noah just help up his book. But me? I yell “OF COURSE!” much louder than I should’ve.

Mrs. Marshal took a seat on a stool in the front of the room. “Your parents didn’t want me to read those books to you. They didn’t want you to know about the Cahills. Or your connection to them.”

I take a look around the room to see if this sounds as weird as I think it does. They’re all looking to me for an explanation. I’m the crazy one who’s on the messageboard and read all the books, so if anyone knew what Mrs. Marshal was talking about, it would be me. But, I shrug. I have no clue what’s going on. So they all turn their gazes back on Mrs. Marshal.

She doesn’t meet anyone’s eyes as she continues. “I’m doing a really bad job of this, but what I’m trying to say is, The 39 Clues aren’t fiction. The Cahills, the branches, they’re all real. And…”

She stops, like she’s trying to find the right word, and I’m left wondering what’s going on. Is she serious? I’ve got to be hearing this wrong. But If I am, so is everyone else in the room. Carly and Claire, who most people would mistake as twins instead of cousins, have the exact same look of confusion. And everyone else is looking extremely confused too.

“You are Cahills,” Mrs. Marshal continues.

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Okay, for those of you reading this, I want to let you know, I'm going out of town tomorrow through Tuesday, so I'm not sure If you'll get a new chapter anytime in the next couple days. But, I do have a new chapter now (Although it was a bit rushed so I don't know how good it'll be.) Enjoy!

 

 

CHAPTER 3

The room went completely silent. Everyone gawked at our teacher. Just as I began to think I had heard things wrong, Henry broke the silence. “Really? You actually expect us to believe that? This is ridiculous.”

Mrs. Marshal looked at Henry with annoyance. “Why would I tell you this if it weren’t true?”

“But,” Noah chimed in. “Why don’t I remember Doomsday? I’m pretty sure I’d remember a big weather event like that.”

“Or,” I can’t help but add. “What about J. Rutherford Pierce? The guy ran for president and I never heard about it. And he owned those magazines that had all that stuff about Amy and Dan. Why haven’t I seen them on the cover of any magazines? Or Jonah Wizard? The guy is supposed to be famous and I’ve never even heard of him.” I started talking and I couldn’t stop.

Mrs. Marshal shook her head and looked disappointed in… who? Herself? “Your parents took every possible length to keep you from knowing anything about the Cahill family.”

“But, why? That makes no sense,” Carly asked.

“Yeah,” Claire added. “What’s the point?”

“Ok,” Mrs. Marshal began. “I’m a Cahill, too. I know things you don’t. I know how high tensions ran before the Clue Hunt. It wasn’t something your parents ever wanted you to get involved with for your own safety. Then with the Vespers, and Pierce, and… the Outcast, it just reaffirmed that the family was something you shouldn’t get involved in. But I could only lie so much. I had to read you the books.”

“But it’s a good time for us to find out now?” Matthew asked. At the same time Emma asks, “Do our parents know you’re tellin- “

Mrs. Marshal accidentally cut off Emma to address Matthew. She shrugged. “Matthew, for some reason the Cahills in Attleboro have decided you should know. So, yes, Emma, your parents do know. They were told to tell you and decided you should hear it together. From me.”

The whole Cahill thing hadn’t set in for me yet, but the fact the I’ve been lied to definitely had. How could my parents, or any of our parents, not tell us? But then I caught the Attleboro detail. “Wait,” I chimed in. “The Cahills in Attleboro. You, mean, like Amy and Dan, and Ian and Hamilton and Jonah?”

Mrs. Marshal nodded. “The very same.”

She continued on. “Look, I know this is a lot to process, but that’s something for your parents to help you with. They’re waiting outside and I think it’s time I defer to them.”

“Hold on. Can’t you at least tell us about the branches?” I asked. I’d said that wrong. I’d meant to ask what branch or branches of the family my classmates and I were in, but I was too flustered to get it right.

Mrs. Marshal looked at me almost confused, like she doesn’t know what I was trying to say. Then, again, besides Noah, no one else in class even had a clue I what  I was talking about to begin with. It’d been too long since they’d read anything about the Cahills.

“Branches?” Emma asked.

“The branches,” I added, addressing my confused friends. “The Cahill family is divided into fou- well, technically 5 branches. It’s all based on what Cahill sibling you’re descended from.” I’m usually the quiet one, but now I can’t stop talking. “ There’s the Lucians, descended from Luke. They’re cunning, secretive, sneaky, and great leaders. For instance, Napoleon. Then there’s the Ekaterinas, descended from Katherine. They’re super smart, and Inventive. Like Marie Curie. The Janus are descended from Jane. They’re amazingly creative. You, know writers, artists, musicians. Like the Mozarts and Mark Twain.” I could practically hear my class groan at the mention of my favorite author, but continued on anyway. “Then Thomas’s branch, the Tomas. They’re stubborn and extremely athletic. George Washington, for example. Last, there’s the Madrigals, descended from the youngest, Madeline, they never took the serum, so they don’t necessarily have special skills, but they always strived for peace. Shakespeare was one. And Amy and Dan.”

I finished my lecture and looked at Mrs. Marshal. “So, which branch are we?”

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Est. January 2014

 

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"Fear not in this Time of Chaos, this War of Darkness. For on the horizon, there shines a light, a light brighter than any before . . ."

 

 

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I was hoping to post a chapter while I was gone, but no WiFi. But I'm back now. Enjoy!

 

CHAPTER  4

Mrs. Marshal looked stressed. She ran her hands through her dark, puffy hair before she continued. “Right, okay.” She did the thing with her eyes and clapped her hands together.  She started with Matthew and worked her way around the room.

“Matthew, you’re a Tomas.” Matthew looked over at me. “That’s the athletic one, right?” he asked. I nodded. Matthew was blond and in good shape. Besides being the class clown, he was the most athletically gifted guy in class (which didn’t exactly take much, but still).

“Ally, Tomas and Janus.” Leaning half over his desk, Matthew high-fived Ally. Ally had been playing basketball, softball for as long as I could remember. For a short time she had given volleyball a try too. But she also loved the limelight and took every chance to sing aloud she could get.

“Emma, you’re Janus.” Emma looked pleased with herself and patted her hair. She’d done her hair up to look like a big blonde bow today. “I knew I had talent.” Everyone knew she was talented. The evidence was all over her doodle-filled notebooks.

“Henry, also Tomas.” Matthew whooped and leaned halfway over his desk to high-five Henry. Henry, the highly annoying kid who treated PE liked the Olympics. Him being Tomas was no surprise.

“Carly and Claire, you’re a Lucian.” Carly always had this almost devilish gleam in her eyes. She would be the first to sneak up on you just to see you jump. She was also one of the first to come up with some scheme to get things.  She was scary good at convincing teachers to give us candy or time outside. Considering Claire was Carly’s cousin, them being in the same branch shouldn’t have been such a surprise, but it kind of was.  Claire  was dedicated to volleyball. Insanely dedicated. It would make sense for her to be a Tomas. But, then again, volleyball was the only sport she was into and she was clumsy, so that wasn’t a fit. But Claire was so nice. She’d always talk to you and help you. The more I thought of it, though, the more that actually seemed proof that she was Lucian. It seemed she was only showed that she was unhappy when she wanted you to see that she was unhappy. I’d known Claire since kindergarten, but knowing she was a Lucian made me look at her differently. Then again, I was probably just reading into things too deeply. My brain was on overload.

“Noah,” Mrs. Marshal stopped until he looked up from his sketch. I wondered what exactly he was sketching. When he sketched it was always logos, video game designs, or intricate drawings of vehicles. “Ekaterina.” Noah was building his own computer. And when our gym teacher jokingly asked Noah if he was capable of taking apart and putting back together an entire vehicle, Noah had seriously replied that he easily could.  I spent enough time talking to Noah to know that if he wasn’t on electronics, he was talking about them. The kid could be the Ekat mascot.

“Grace, Tomas.” “Welcome to the best branch!” Matthew called out. Out of all the girls, Grace was the one I knew the least. I knew she at one point had played basketball and now she played volleyball. It was clear she could be as competitive and stubborn as any other Tomas though.

I tensed. I was the only one left. “Veronica, Lucian.” Claire and Carly cheer  like Matthew did for Grace. I was what the 39 Clues quiz had said I was. What was scary was that I had gone from “According to a quiz I’d taken a few years, If I was a Cahill, I’d be a Lucian,” to “According to my teacher, I am a Cahill and a Lucian at that,” in a matter of hours. No more if. It was enough to make my head feel like pudding.

“Ok,” Mrs. Marshal wrapped up. “We will talk about this more on Monday, for now, grab your stuff. Your parents are waiting in the parking lot.”

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CHAPTER 5

    I live in a small town. Everyone knows everyone. Heck, Everyone knows everyone and their cousin. Gather up any random people in town you want and they’ll have a conversation going in seconds. Which is why the sight that greeted my friends and I as we walked out of school and into the parking lot was so weird.

There were our parents, forming a semicircle around the door. My parents were barely within arms reach of Carly’s mom and dad, and Ally’s parents were keeping their distance from Carly’s. No one spoke. Our parents were all so serious, too serious.  My classmates and I looked at each other bewildered and exchanged our goodbyes for the weekend. We could tell our parents wanted to bolt.

My parents practically escorted me to our car. I sat in silence in the back, still trying to process everything. My dad pulled out of the parking lot and started heading toward home. It was a good ten minutes before a single sound was uttered.

My dad’s voice was unusually chipper. “So you found out about the Cahills.”

I didn’t say a word, just shrugged. I didn’t trust myself not to start yelling or say something I shouldn’t. My mom turned in the passenger seat to look at me. “ You do realize why we couldn’t tell you?”

No. “I guess.”

“We had to keep you safe,” my mom continued.

“So why come clean now? Why’s it safe for me now?” I asked.

“We were overruled,” my dad cut in. With a laugh he added in, “By a bunch of Madrigal teenagers, no less- Ooh! I love this song.” He turned the radio up to blare a rock song from the 80’s I didn’t recognize. Mom rolled her eyes and mouthed “We’ll talk about it later” to me.

With perfect timing the song ended as we pulled into the garage.  I got out of the car with my book bag, fully intending to go hide out in my room with the computer and Google all things Cahill, but my dad stopped me. “Hold on. Stay there. We have something to show you,” he commanded. He looked excited as he went outside.

I glanced questioningly at my mom. She gave me this “wait and see” look.

My dad returned to the garage with his ladder.  “Do you know why you got out of school early?”

So far, I hadn’t thought of it, but he had a point. “No…” I answered.

I watched as he set up the ladder beneath the panel that acted as the only entrance to our attic. I’d always been told the attic was hot, had nothing in it, and didn’t exactly have a floor, but I was beginning to think that all that was a lie.  My dad turned to me with an almost devilish grin. “So you could see this.”

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So I don't know how many of you are reading this, but for those of you following along, you may have realized I should've posted a new chapter a few days ago. I apologize. There's been some technical difficulties, I've been busy, and today I started school. I promise I'll still try and post chapters, but it's going to happen sporadically.

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School's been crazy. But, I finally had time to get on here and post so enjoy chapter 6.

 

CHAPTER 6

“Woah.” I glanced around in awe at the attic I had never seen as my parents flipped on a light. A huge world map hung along one wall. It was marked with color-coded dots. Photographs were hung around the map. Then there were the shelves that lined  two of the other walls.  I glanced them over. Binders I’d have to remember to look at later, gadgets I’d have to mess with when I got the chance, notebooks I’d have to snoop through sometime soon and then… “Really, mom? We had the entire 39 Clues series in our attic and you made me check them out from the library?”

“You weren’t supposed to read them to begin with,” she sheepishly replied.

“Because it wasn’t safe,” I reiterated. “But why tell me now? Dad, you said something about being overruled. What is going on?” I was getting really tired of feeling clueless. My mom sat down at a computer and began typing away. “And how did we get that computer?” It was the first time I’d noticed it. The monitor took up half the wall opposite the one with the map and the keyboard contained a lot more than the numbers and letters you’d find on a regular computer.

Mom shrugged. “This is our Cahill command center. Even though we aren’t all that involved in the family, we have to keep things updated.” She furiously typed through strings of websites and pages, entering passwords here and there. The speed at which she did it was what impressed me the most. Finally she came to a page full of labels, “History”, “Contacts”, “Agents”, Mom clicked on one labeled “Messages”. Mom then clicked on a message addressed to my family and my classmates’ families. A video appeared on the screen.  A girl, probably around twenty,  with long reddish-brown hair and green eyes sat next to a similar looking teenage boy with lighter hair. Next to the boy sat another guy, this one probably in his early 20’s. He had dark hair, tan skin, and was dressed much better than the other two. I recognized them immediately.

“Cahill Command, here,” The girl I was almost certain was Amy Cahill said. “The Clue Hunt started my brother Dan and I on a journey to unite and bring peace to the Cahill family. Along the way we’ve taken on our share of enemies.”

Yep, definitely Amy.

“And, while we’d like to believe those days are over, they most likely aren’t,” the guy I was 99% sure was Ian Kabra cut in.

“We have to believe another attack on the family will come,” Amy continued. “To not do so, would be dumb on our part. Whatever threat we face next, might be worse than anything that has happened before. We need to be prepared.”

Dan spoke up next. “Long story short, we need the manpower. But more than that, It’s hard to unite a family if parts of the family don’t know you exist, or think you’re fiction.”

“But,” added Ian, “This is something that has to be done slowly. And preferably, with a group to serve as an example that this is a good idea.”

“It’s come to our attention that a group of kids- your kids- exist who come from all four branches, who know and have gone to school together, and yet don’t know about us,” said Amy.

“We’ve decided Ally, Matthew, Emma, Henry, Claire, Carly, Noah, Grace, and Veronica should be the first to know,” said Dan.

“And,” added Ian. “We’d like to invite them to join us this summer.”

“This is not the end of this conversation. We fully expect concerns and hesitation and are all open to hearing them. But for now, Cahill Command signing off,” with Amy’s final words, the screen went black.

“Amy definitely knew how to argue when we talked about this later,” my dad added.

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The rest of that weekend was extremely weird. My parents removed the locks and filters from the internet and for the first time in my life, I heard the music of Jonah Wizard. I wasn’t a fan. But his Shakespeare? I almost died laughing.

That was the only good thing about that weekend, though. My parents were Lucians, master liars. It was hard to believe a single thing they said. I found myself questioning the littlest things. I was paranoid beyond belief.  And going crazy. I was sworn to secrecy. I couldn’t say anything to my siblings, my cousins, not even anyone on the 39 Clues messageboard, no matter how much I wanted to. Didn’t they, especially my cousins and siblings, deserve to know? For once I was really looking forward to Monday.

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Not sure if anyone is still reading this, but I'm enjoying writing this. So here's chapter 7.

 

CHAPTER 7

The entire school had to have noticed something was off on Monday. Normal procedure usually meant I got to school first, around 7, sat down at the 8th grade table, and read my book. Carly would get there next and go talk to the 7th graders, rather than bother me, until Grace got there. Then slowly everyone else would trickle in. Noah would come in last, around 7:30, sit down, and then fall asleep, using his bookbag as a pillow. The girls would talk while I read and the boys would play cards while Noah slept.

But today was different. All nine of us were there at right at seven, and we crowded around the corner of the table farthest from everyone else. Quietly, we all discussed what everyone’s Cahill Command Centers were like, what we had found out and seen over the weekend, and what we suspected would happen next. Everyone was interrupting everyone, looking to me or Noah for information they didn’t know about the Cahills. It was complete chaos. Every few minutes we’d have to stop. We had to keep this a secret, we swore to our parents that we would. That meant we’d stop every few minutes to make sure no one else was taking an interest in our conversation, or, if they were, we’d make up an excuse or switch to talking about last night’s “really hard” math homework.

The rest of the day passed torturously slow. It was hard to care about prepositional phrases and kinetic energy when you’re waiting to find out about the most powerful and secretive family in existence, which, oh hey, you’re related to. For the first time ever, I (the resident history nerd) wasn’t the only one looking forward to history class with Mrs. Marshal. It was our second-to-last class of the day and we practically ran there. I’d never seen a group of students sit down in their seats so quickly. The excitement and curiosity were almost palpable in the classroom. Mrs. Marshal, sensing this, took her sweet time getting started. Finally she did. Silently, she handed out packets to all of us. They were addressed to our parents and we looked at them curiously. Everyone sat in silence examining theirs.

“Ok, I give up,” Matthew spoke up. “What are these for?”

“These are packets of information regarding your trip to Attleboro this summer,” Mrs. Marshal replied.

“Wait, so our parents accepted Ian’s invitation to visit? We’re actually going?” I blurted. Somehow, I hadn’t even bothered to ask my parents about what Ian’s invitation would mean for us.

“Yes,” Mrs. Marshal answered. “The nine of you will travel to Attleboro at the end of May and spend all of June with Amy, Dan, Ian, Hamilton, and Jonah. As a camp or summer school type of thing. We’re working on arranging transportation...”

I stopped paying attention and tried to contain myself. I was going to get to spend my summer with my favorite fictional characters from my favorite series of books. Except they weren’t fiction and I was technically related to them. This was going to be epic.

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