Instruments Of Time - Diary Entry 1 (After Chapter 3)
Part 4 of the exciting new children's story Instruments Of Time by Gabriel Thomas. This diary entry comes after Chapter 3
3rd March 1973, 10:38pm
Dig Site 10 miles south of Alexandria
If someone had told me when I first found a battered Roman coin in the grounds of an open dig 12 years ago, that I’d be here, in one of the world’s most amazing dig sites I wouldn’t have believed them. After finding the coin and then becoming fascinated with all things ancient, I would have done anything to ensure it happened, and I did, that’s why I’m here now.
If my life was this, investigating the past and helping to make discoveries that helped us learn about ancient civilisations, I would have been the happiest man in the world. I can’t think of anything else that I would want to do.
But then something happens in everybody’s life, whether it be big or small, that can change everything. And for me that has happened today.
As usual I was the last one off the dig site, and as usual my colleagues had asked me to go for a drink and talk about the days findings. The conversation would have been quite unfulfilling as the day had been pretty insignificant as far as any great discoveries were concerned. As always I had found the day interesting, but, when didn’t I?
Then it happened, about 45 yards from the where I was working, a bright flash of light that lasted no more than a couple seconds. It sliced through dusty air of the site and shocked me enough to drop my trowel. There wasn’t a sound and the sight of the light would have been guarded from the main camp by a crumbling wall.
With caution I made my way towards where the light came from. As I got closer I could hear movement, I grasped my trowel in my hand tighter as if I may need a weapon.
As I crouched down behind a mound of excavated earth, I peered in to the dig hole. Then I saw him, there was a man in strange clothing and sandals carrying a wooden box. I didn’t recognise him. As I leant over the mound of earth it started to crumble and alerted the man to my presence.
He spun round a saw me. He had dark skin and looked very much like an Egyptian, but he was different. We stared at each other for what seemed like an age, but was probably no more than 10 seconds.
When we both decided that we weren’t a threat to each other, I stood up and waited for a response. Apart from more silence, there was none, so I spoke.
“Who are you and what are you doing?” I didn’t know what else to say. There was no response. I asked again, no reply.
I tried my broken Egyptian, this had a more positive response. I knew it wasn’t perfect, but he seemed to get the gist. His reply was too quick and my Egyptian wasn’t good enough. To start with, the only thing I could make out was Malsiro, which seemed to be his name.
I beckoned him to slow down, he did. I picked up words here and there, but none of it seemed to make sense. ‘Past, danger, hide‘. These seemed to be words that I recognised, but still I couldn’t make proper sense of what the man was saying.
All the time whilst He was speaking He was gesturing towards the box that He was carrying. It was ornately decorated and had many hieroglyphs adorning it. As Malsiro continued to speak, a voice boomed from the edge of the dig, ‘Carter! Where are you?’ One of my colleagues was calling me.
Malsiro looked at me with fear in his eyes. He thrust the box in to my hands and pulled what looked like an old gyroscope from his robe pocket. He put it on the floor and set it in motion. The device began to spin faster and faster. Malsiro turned, pointed at the box and said, ‘safe’.
The light that came from the gyroscope was blinding and caught me by surprise. When my eyes readjusted to the spot lit dig site, Malsiro was gone, so was the gyroscope.
As I slowly tried to bring myself back in to the real world, I realised I was still holding on to the box. I could hear footsteps approaching in the soft sand. Calmly I took one look at the beautiful wooden box and put it in to my satchel.