We finally arrived. After 21 hours of dodgy service on the plane it's great to finally be on land. Me and my boss Liz were invited to explore the pyramid that holds king Tut’s tomb. It's our biggest break. If we can find it and bring it back then we’ll go down in history and get a ton of money. Plus, I’ve always wanted to travel to egypt.
I did a little research and it shows that there's a village that knows where the pyramid is.
We call a taxi and we drive to the village. The car is filled with wrappers and bottles everywhere and the car itself is broken.
As we approach the village I realise how the town really was. Rats in every corner, people wearing rag-like clothing and the rubbish. The rubbish was the most disturbing of all. Littered across every street there was rubbish. As we get out, we pay the taxi driver some money. I was surprised how much it costed considering we only drove about 10 kilometres.
After walking for a while the stench set in. My nose wanted to give in, but I managed to cover my face.
A bunch of locals gathered around us a spoke to each other in arabic as we walked. I saw a few children with marks on their faces. I felt scared. Who did that? I also wondered what the towns people were saying.
We were told to find an elder that lived in a small house on the far side of town. The walk was long and grueling, but I knew we had to find the tomb. The greatness it would lead us to! We were close.
I asked my Liz “Do you have any water?” She handed me a bottle. I quickly scurried over to a stream and asked her to wait for me. I compared my water to the stream water. Back in New zealand the water was usually fresh to drink from. Here it looked murky and depthless, brown to the touch. I don’t think I like this water.
I ran back.
I drank my water and made sure I was grateful about. How could anyone live in a place like this? I asked.
When we arrived I wasn’t too impressed. I suspected that an elder would have a big and grand house, but it was tiny and run-down. I knocked on the door . . . . No reply.
I was about to knock again, but the door opened. The man was very short. He spoke english surprisingly. He invited us to eat but I said I was fine. He told us that if we drove 7 hours south then we would be at the foot of the pyramid. We were about to leave but he stopped us. He told us not to go. I asked why. “Nobody dares to go their because of one man. He set off on the same journey as you. He came out unsuccessful. A few days later he died. Nobody knew why. Even our most advanced doctor couldn’t figure it out.” I felt angry. We came all the way here to be told not to go!? I told my boss that we should leave. The man sighed and closed the door. I could hear him mumbling “So sad that they have to die”.
“There it is” I mumbled. It looked very uninviting, but I knew I had to. We would learn so much! What could happen? I asked myself. Still though, it’s like it wants me to enter. Why didn’t I trust it?
The man’s words still lingered in my head;
“Too bad they have to die”
Liz finally caught up.
“Hey! What are you waiting for?”
“Ummm . . . .”
“Don’t tell me you’re scared”
“I’m just . . . hungry. Yeah. Hungry”
“Well, I do have some sandwiches”
“Really!?”
“Nah just kidding”
I take a quick glance around me. Why would a masterpiece like this be located in such a barren place? It looks big from the outside. I wonder what the inside looks like.
I plodd along the carefully carved entrance and get the living fright of my life. I hear a loud crack! And I look beneath my feet. It's a skull. My boss looks at me. I look at her.
I ask “You scared?”
“Nah. Let’s go.”
After getting a shock like that I feel even more worried.
Too bad we’re going in. The place said to hold the tomb.
The doors looked barren a broken. Untouched for thousands of years. Spider webs hang down giving a creepy vibe. I slowly opened the great heavy doors with the help of my boss.
As we entered I got out my candle. The daylight was still shining through, but I knew this place was huge. A gust of ominous wind blew and my candle went out. I panicked heaps, but realized I could light it again. The place is incredible. There’s pictures of gods all over the walls. This place is so huge! Still though, I need to stay focused. I got out the map that I printed of an original pyramid and surveyed the design. I tried to match up the map to the pyramid, but the map was way off. I then get distracted by a loud BANG!
I look around frantically and panic. Then all the lights go out.
I shouted for Liz. No reply. I then hear a bloodcurdling scream that rattles my ears. A light suddenly flickers. It looks like a door frame. As I walk closer I see a door with light brimming it. I open the door.
I see a huge room with a tomb in it. I blink once and the tomb is gone. I blink again and it's there. I then hear my liz screaming. I can’t see her anywhere. I slowly walk towards the tomb. I open it and I see the bloody carcass of Liz sprawled out dead. I then feel an murderous aura surrounding me. A hand firmly grasps my shoulder. I quickly turn around punch as hard as can and I hit a wall. My hand starts to bleed. There's no one there. Suddenly the ground collapses and I fall into a dark abyss. As soon as the ground breaks my bag slips out of my hand.
I wake up in a small concrete room. It has no windows or doors. Just an open ceiling from where I fell. After about 5 seconds the ceiling appears. Gas spontaneously fills the room . . .
After 3 days of searching Liz arrived in NZ unsuccessful, but with the tomb.
“Hey guys”
“Hey boss, where's the other guy?”
“I don’t know . . . I looked for him for ages and found some shocking evidence that he might not have made it.”
“What is it?”
“His bag covered in blood”
1 Week later . . .
“Okay let’s take a look at the tomb now.” Said Liz
Liz touched the tomb and collapsed immediately
Everyone was helping her and left the lab to go to hospital.
The next day when the scientists came back the tomb was gone.
Back in Egypt the old man sighed and muttered “They should have listened”
And started walking towards the pyramid.
To be continued . . .
