The Moment of Convergence – Glastonbury's Chamber of Truth

Eye of the Beholder 1 - Chapter 17

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Chapter 17: The Moment of Convergence – Glastonbury's Chamber of Truth

The morning fog still clung to the ground, before the town fully awoke as Sam, Lisa, Dr. Penfield, and David slipped back into the Abbey grounds. The sundial stood as it had for centuries, awaiting the first touch of golden light.

As the sun rose, its beams fell upon the stone, illuminating new carvings unseen the night before. A pattern of symbols appeared—leading away from the sundial’s base, its final mark pointing toward a narrow alley.

David, now hovering subtly between them, scanned the path. "There is a concealed structure ahead. Underground. A hidden chamber lies beneath the alleyway."

They followed the line of light, stepping into the quiet passage. The walls bore faint, ancient engravings, their meanings obscured by time. Then, at the alley’s end, they found it—a weathered stone wall that felt too smooth, too precise to be ordinary. The entrance to the hidden chamber in Glastonbury. The air hummed with an ancient energy, a feeling that something momentous was about to unfold. The ground beneath their feet seemed to shift as if it had been waiting for them to arrive, and the symbols etched into the stone glowed faintly, hinting at the power within.

David, ever the sentinel, hovered close by, scanning for any signs of intrusion. "The energy here is unlike anything I’ve felt before. We're on the verge of something significant."

Lisa glanced around, sensing the weight of history pressing down on them. "Something bigger than we can understand, I bet."

Lisa ran her hands along its surface. "There has to be a way in."

Dr. Penfield suddenly straightened. "Wait—the artifact from Machu Picchu. The obsidian disc. It had an inscription we never fully decoded. Perhaps it aligns here."

Sam retrieved the small relic from his pack. The golden inlays shimmered under the morning light. He pressed it against a circular groove in the wall. A soft click echoed, followed by the low rumble of shifting stone. “The disk seems to be the key to open these ancient chambers.” He exclaims.

A hidden door creaked open, revealing a dark descent into the unknown.

Before they could react, a voice cut through the still morning air.

Before anyone could respond, the unmistakable sound of heavy boots crunching on the Earth interrupted them. They turned, and their eyes locked onto the figure emerging from the mist—Jack Carr, standing tall, his figure partially concealed in the fog. The air seemed to crackle with tension as he took a step forward.

"You shouldn’t be here," Jack's voice was low, but his tone carried an edge of authority that couldn’t be ignored.

Interlude: Jack Carr's Flashback – The Moment of Fate – 2003

Sam’s eyes narrowed. Recognition flickered in his gaze, and in that instant, something stirred deep inside him—something ancient, a memory that had lain dormant for years. His breath caught, and he stood frozen for a moment as Jack’s presence resonated in his mind like a whisper from the past.

Jack stood still, his hand hovering near the weapon at his side. His dark eyes locked onto Sam’s, and something flickered in his gaze—something almost… familiar.

The world around them seemed to fade as a flash of memory struck Jack, sharp and unrelenting. It wasn’t the battlefield he’d been on now, standing in Glastonbury. No, it was the sands of Baghdad, the smoke and chaos of war, where he had been a young SAS operative on covert missions, always careful, always vigilant.

A figure appeared before him in the distance, a shadow against the desert sun. The sniper.

The memory played out before him as though it were happening again.

He had been crouched low, hiding behind the wreckage of a Humvee, his body tense and waiting for movement. A faint rustle. A shadow moving behind him—danger was near. The crack of a rifle echoed through the streets, but it wasn’t Jack’s shot. His head whipped around as the figure behind him fell to the ground. His heart skipped a beat. Someone had just saved his life. Someone had been watching his back.