The old shrine

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Jack Moore                                                15/10/08  

The Old Shrine

      Completely surrounded, I had little time or opportunity to plan my escape. So I had to think like my brother did, look at everything in the room then distinguish every possible outcome to every action I could make. I asked the surrounding tribes folk not to injure me but to bind only my hands together. This was crucial that they did what I asked. I widened the gap between my hands so that my hands could slip easily out if I wanted. So they proceeded hastily and their footing was cautious, almost too cautious. I walked with my head bowed down and my feet treading softly onto the cold moss-covered floor. I knew I must not fail in this, so as soon as they opened the door to be into the sweltering desert I ran. I ran like never before. Unfortunately for me, the rope was just too tight I could not free myself. From then on things just declined at an alarming rate. They were hot on my heels so I fell to the ground, surrendered and hoped for the best.

    I woke up after fainting in the sun’s strength from the pursuit in which it was me against a small army. I was in a bamboo cage in an oasis which I did not recognise. There was only one tribesman on watch to see if I was attempting to escape. There was no way for me to escape so I just had to wait. So how did I get into all of this mess you wonder? Well…

   

    I was out looking for the old shrine of king Kufu, the previous pharaoh of the Egyptian society, son of Sneferu in the fourth dynasty. I had researched his life and found he had not been buried beside his own treasures, this was intriguing, but placed them within a shrine that was hidden away in the depths now beneath the river Nile. I studied this area while I was teaching at a university in the south of Kentucky. I had moved to America from London, where I got a Masters degree in Ancient history. So I had free time in which to spend upon my discovery of this ‘shrine’. I purchased tickets to Cairo airport; from there I would take a small jeep to the uppermost area of the Nile then carry on from there. But while boarding my small twin turbine plane, I noticed that the side had been scratched by some sort of metal as there was no other material of which could cause a scratch of those proportions. I assumed it was caused through the fuelling of the plane and a compete accident. So I boarded happily and slept the whole flight after an exhausting day.

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    Upon my awakening, I noticed every single person had left and nobody was there to tell me where I was. I peered through the double-glazed window and saw no runway or other planes. I was not at the airport. I had only one word to describe this; bewildering. Nobody was around there was no jeep to pick me up or an alternative form of transport. I was stuck. Carefully, I took it step by step out of the plane then searched for any sort of life. In the distance I saw a figure, I thought perhaps that this ...

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