The 13th Star: An Action Adventure Sci-F Apocalyptic Novel Read Online Free PDF

continued. “I have proof that four
     months ago, a plot was hatched by Rahav and Koffee to eliminate
     Delta and Rosten due to their constant objections to the stars’
     occupations.
    “Gentlemen, some sitting among us wish the
     others ill. I call on you, military leaders of the planets, to halt
     this plot. Stop it before the coming of the thirteenth planet.”
    His voice grew louder. “I leave in your hands
     proof of meetings between the daughters of Rahav and the ministers
     of Koffee. This proof will come a moment before the great war, the
     war of doom.”
    Bergin was silent, and his silence was even louder than his words. Representatives of the planets moved restlessly, looking at each other, lowering their gazes, and raising them again as he continued. “I call on you, Rahav
     and Koffee. I bear the words of your friends, or anyone you see as your enemies. This war is unnecessary! What do you seek?
     Say it here and now before everyone. What do you want to obtain just before the war that could be the end of us all—of you,
     as well?”
     
    In the commotion that erupted, not everyone heard the last sentence. Koffee, a hothead, failed to control his astonishment.
     He hammered the wooden table with his club and soon replaced these blows with his hands. His eyes flashed fire, smoke blew
     from his nose, and his right foot jiggled nervously. The club that rolled out of his hand provided a unique and sickening
     opportunity to observe its appearance: the end used for beating was a human head, with painful streaming eyes. But Rahab’s personality had vanished. Her face was practically
     transparent, her bright red lipstick looking like a smear of color on the face of a dead person. She mumbled things that no one understood—and no one
     bothered to understand.
    Coldor smiled, satisfied. Things had panned out just as he expected. He was not afraid of Koffee’s idle threats. Koffee used
     his appearance as a tool to intimidate, but those who knew him well recognized it was nothing but a façade.
    Mia chuckled slightly, returning to her usual ways—the exposure of her former friend, Rahav. Mia would sometimes detain another
     leader and recount Rahav’s treacherous deeds secretly, quietly. Now she gloated loudly.
    The only exception to the tumult was Pandor. Ignoring the uproar, his gaze was fixed on Bergin. He didn’t stare into space, but looked at him and
     waited for him to continue. He found the situation hard to believe,
     and so he waited.
    Bergin continued to stand at the foot of the
     podium, fanning the emotional turmoil with words of encouragement.
     Coldor slowly approached. “You did your bit. Let’s hope that, like
     the prophecy, the scroll does not have any meaning either.” Bergin
     was not able to subdue his victory smile.
    David, a short Levite who wore white, his face
     and chest adorned with a black beard, went up onto the stage and
     stood to the right. In a pleasant voice, he began to sing an old
     song about a person who had no love or hope—all he had left was a
     prayer that everything would change. In less than a minute, the
     shouting and cursing ceased.
    When he heard the silence and noticed that
     everyone was looking at him as if he were crazy, he cleared his
     throat and spoke in a pleasant voice. “God’s way is sometimes
     strange. We’re people of the choice, and if we choose not to fight,
     my planet will not take the first step. I am not a man of war,” he
     said proudly, “and I am not a leader,” he added apologetically.
     “But I will just say that if we—the people chosen to vote because
     we’re wise, rich in experience, and restrained—don’t let destiny
     occur this year, the thirteenth planet will never arise.”
    Loud curses and shouts were again heard. David
     tried unsuccessfully to calm them. Still standing at the podium,
     observing the stupidity and haste of the military leaders, Coldor
     approached, bowed his head slightly, and whispered to