The Fethafoot Chronicles

All over the known world, old sages - some from ancient religions unheard from for generations – and including warlocks, wizards, shaman, hooded, robed and naked mystics, have begun coming forward one by one – all acquiescent with the fact that they will be ridiculed in the modern world. They come forward, they say, because of a dream of warning they have had: all of them. In the land down under Australia, Pem Weeatunga, is ‘happy as a Pig in shit,’ he tells his family and friends, when asked. Pem had studied and worked hard, sacrificing most of his youth to gain and hold the position he currently held, at the prestigious, modern observatory, in the mountains of New South Wales. His reason - for the hard work and sacrifice to get to this point in his life and career - he’d tell friends and family who dared ask – was that his deepest and abiding passion, was the ever-changing Universe in which, as Pem saw it, we humans were basically lower than gnats, when held up against its size, length of existence and sheer radiance. What he thinks is a chance encounter with a grizzled old Desert elder, suddenly becomes a life and death situation – and when the elder re-appears, asking him to use his knowledge and access to Space to look at an oncoming Asteroid, Pem is thrown into the midst of a race against time to save himself and perhaps, humanity. Unknown to city-born Pem, the Fethafoot Clan of his own ancient people, have buttressed his own race’s survival for over 50,000 years in this country – and soon, he finds that travelling with a genuine Fethafoot warrior, through a pre-apocalyptic down-under, toward a coming, unstoppable catastrophe, is not the very worst that can happen to someone.