Page 3 of His to Protect
“Don’t lose it, Emma,” I try to make her snap out of her panic attack. I grab her by both arms and look straight into her eyes. “We’ll be fine. You hear me? You won’t die in here. I won’t let that happen.” She cries her heart out and hugs me, her head resting on my shoulder.
The movement stops and we’re able to stand up. We go back to the stairs, now a huge pile of collapsed stones. There’s no way back now. We continue our way along the passage and finally reach this immense room. The moment we enter, the entire room is lit by a dim blue light. There’s no need for a flashlight. It makes no sense to me. This is thousands of years old. Where is the light coming from?
“How is it possible?” Emma shakes her head in amazement.
“Beats me.” I look around the place. “Look at the walls!” There are hundreds of drawings, images depicting flying spaceships and humanoid figures. The ceiling is amazing. On the right side, I can make out our solar system. The drawing is very accurate and realistic. “How could these people have known about our solar system?” A million thoughts run through my mind. Another drawing gets my attention. It looks like another solar system, but this one has two suns. I am unfamiliar with it.
“Emma, they drew a different solar system. There is ours on the right, but look on the left side of the ceiling.” I point to the left area and show her the solar system.
“Look at that spaceship. It looks like it will land on that planet over there.” Emma points to the fourth planet from the two suns. The suns are close to each other.
“Oh, yes… you’re right. I didn’t see that.”
I lower my eyes and glare at the center of the room. There’s this weird thing standing on a block of stone. I approach it and notice its tremendous size. It looks like it’s made of metal. What puzzles me is the shape, a perfect decagon with spikes that flare up and bend toward the middle. On one side I spot what seems a control panel, with pink and bluish crystals on the front side.
“What is that thing?” Emma strolls toward the object and climbs up, her hand brushing against its spikes. “Look here… They’re crystals,” she says to me, her index finger touching the big crystal in the middle. I climb up the block myself and gaze mesmerized at the strange writings on the metal. I wonder what they mean.
I let out a breath, my eyebrows raised. This is so confusing. I don’t understand how an ancient civilization could build this.
“These crystals are so beautiful,” Emma exclaims and presses hard on the crystals, her hands joined for more force. A buzzing sound emerges, and the ten bent spikes start spinning around us at top speed. White light surrounds us as the spinning reaches incredible speeds. The buzzing sound gets louder and louder. The feeling is like being in a globe of white light. I breathe in and out and feel dizzy, my stomach in my throat. I collapse and everything goes black.
