My story starts in 1962 with Mr. Archibald j Watkins Professor and renowned archaeologist, who on his, many trips find an old undiscovered tomb in the desert of a legendary creature Anubis. Ten years later he and his colleagues have built an oil pumping station to disguise their activities; with twelve more renowned archaeologists, they set out to find the creature's secrets.
Little did they know this would set dark things in motion, and something’s are never meant to be disturbed, and the blue crystal was one of them…On opening the first level of the tomb, they set up a small office and laboratory, for Mr. Archibald J Watkins. The office was for Mr. Evans J Piper, security guard and longtime friend of Mr. Watkins.
As the new archaeologists arrived at the secret location 138 miles south-west of Luxor in Egypt, they all met with Mr. Watkins in command of the facility and team leader for what was sure to become an epic fined.
There were twelve archaeologists all top in their field, not including Mr. Watkins, ten extra lab assistants to help with the preliminary reports on finds. Jumping forward six years they have reached the twelfth level of the tomb; the most exciting day for all concerned; but more so for Mr. Watkins, he could only dream of what they would find on entering the tomb.
Each of the twelve archaeologists was given a level; but Mr. Watkins was in command, and all finds had to be run through him. Opening to the twelfth level it was a glorious day; the room was filled with riches, and the creature they only thought was legendary was real. A large sarcophagus about eight feet in length and gold embroidered; he truly was a magnificent.
Creature, to Mr. Watkins and the team, but there was something they didn't expect. A blue light emanated from inside. They quickly transported the sarcophagus to the main lab; on the 12th floor where they began to examine it. On opening, they discovered there was nobody in the sarcophagus just a blue crystal about the size of a man's fist, with a strange blue glow. Mr. Watkins and the team carefully removed the crystal and placed it inside a protective case.
He thanked the archaeologists and left them to examine the rest of the tomb. Mr. Piper; Mr. Watkins quickly retired back to the laboratory on the first floor, where he began examining the crystal with Mr. Piper on guard; as this was truly an epic find. After two or three hours, Mr. Watkins noticed something strange, as the crystal laid on top of a photograph on the table.
He noticed looking through the crystal at the photo. It had taken tall of the Colour and turned it into a blueprint. This was strange indeed. This needed more investigation, he held the crystal up to his eyes and looked at the room, and the room was also looking like a blueprint, but even stranger was the fact that he could see a small hidden room which had not been noticed previously.
He took the crystal and laid it back on the table. A fantastic idea came to him. He would get his diamond cutter and take two small pieces of the crystal to turn into glasses; just to see if what he was seeing was real.
After a while, maybe two or three days, he had finally made the blue crystal into glasses. Calling Mr. Piper into the room, he showed him the glasses.
Mr. Piper was amazed; as he put the glasses on everything in the room went blue, items of furniture looked as if they were made of chalk, just white lines, as if you were looking at a blueprint. Not only, this, but it also gave him measurements, of specific items in the room. He looked at a chair; it told him the height of the chair the width, and what it was made of. This was amazing to him, on taking off the glasses; giving them back to Mr. Watkins he said, “how this can be?” Mr. Watkins replied “I'm not sure but this is truly an epic find." The applications for these glasses could be vast.
Mr. Watkins on putting on the glasses himself, looking at Mr. Piper, he stepped back, a bit shocked Mr. Piper did not look like himself; but more like the creature Anubis. He quickly took them off, not knowing if what he was seeing was real. Suddenly, a strange feeling came over Mr. Watkins. There was something wrong; the crystal on the table had a more intense glow.
Mr. Piper was drawn to it, as if something was influencing him. Mr. Watkins tried to stop him, but Mr. Piper pushed him to one side. “I must see the crystal.” He picked up the crystal in his hands; it felt warm and looked inviting. He stared into it, for what seemed like ages.
Then suddenly, it happened; the crystal started with a low hum, and slowly got louder. Mr. Piper seemed unaffected by the sound, but his eyes were white; as if the entire Color was drained from their bodies. Mr. Watkins fell to the floor, holding his ears, still wearing the glasses; the whole room was now glowing. Mr. Piper was levitating off the ground. His body twisting in torment, and the crystal was no longer in his hands, but seem to be floating in front of him.
A white mist was coming from his eyes, and going into the crystal. Mr. Watkins screamed. His ears were hurting. He tried to help his friend Mr. Piper, but he fell unconscious. Mr. Piper was no longer there, instead there was Anubis. He had taken his body; the crystal was now in his possession.
For some reason, Anubis could not touch Mr. Watkins. He seemed to have some sort of protection around him, as the creature bent down to take the glasses. A residual energy, threw him against the wall, Anubis let out a deftly cry. It sounded like a hundred tortured souls. He smashed through the laboratory door. Everybody in the vicinity heard this deafening howl. It threw chills up and down their spines.
Anubis began attacking everyone, ripping their souls from their bodies through their eyes, leaving their discarded carcasses on the floor, looking drawn and gaunt; not even looking human any more. Anubis worked his way down the twelve levels, killing people as he went.
He got to the last laboratory, and the twelfth archaeologist. As his soul was being drawn from his body into the crystal, it made another low-pitched hum, which got louder, until it made the very walls of the tomb shake, as if an earthquake had struck, suddenly the crystal shattered into 12 pieces.
Because Mr. Watkins had cut it, the crystal was flawed; no longer, the mighty weapon. The souls began pouring from the crystal. The archaeologist’s souls grabbed the pieces of the crystal, and disappeared. Anubis fell to his knees; weakened by the ordeal. The wall still shaking, suddenly the ceiling collapsed in the laboratory, trapping Anubis. Now, An eerie silence; flickering lights, it became dim.
Back on the first floor Mr. Watkins came round. For a moment, he was disorientated; quickly, he gained his senses. The glasses were still on him. The room was dark; everywhere, there was damaged, as if a tornado had ripped the place apart. Catching his breath, he stumbled to his feet, barely walking. Gathering the maps and journals, He crossed the room; heading for the security office.
He opened the large safe, taking from it a small chest. He placed all the items within it, including the glasses. Grabbing the keys to the main entrance, a heavy security door. How he was going to explain everything. No one would believe him. Heading for the entrance, suddenly he hears the deathly howls of Anubis. The door slowly opening, he looks back, seeing the creature; smashing threw desks and chairs heading for him.
The eyes of the creature piercing his mind like a nightmare; it was the most frightening sight he had ever seen. As the door was closing; the creature's fingertips grabbed the door. His heart was racing. The door closed… he smashed the security pad. It was done; now he must never speak of this again. All those missing people; his friend… Mr. Piper, the facility was a secret. He couldn't hide the giant pumping station, but no one must know of the tomb.
He was devastated, all the hard work for nothing. He must leave it all behind; he must forget…Many years later, Mr. Watkins works at Langdon City College; as a professor of game's art, where he hides the truth.
Mr. Watkins meets a student named Fred, de silver. He gets to know him quite well, as he is an amateur Egyptian archaeologist. So Mr. Watkins takes Fred under his wing.
In his lecture Professor, Watkins sets them a project brief, on making a game board. Fred is enthusiastic about the idea; with a head full of games. After the lecture, he goes to Mr. Watkins’ office to speak to him further of his ideas.
This is my idea for board game, Mr. Watkins. He looks of the board and recognizes instantly it is the map. There is a lump in his throat, his heart is racing fast, and he starts to sweat. He doesn't feel well, he tries to stand.
Halfway between his chair and the desk, his hand thumps down, he falls to the floor. Fred runs to his side, dropping the board. Mr. Watkins looks at him, “you don't know what you've done. Fred he looks puzzled, “I'm sorry I only took the map for an idea”.
Mr. Watkins turns his head; he sees the chest, with a strange blue glow coming through the crack. “It’s my time now. Fred doesn’t speak. “It’s started." Fred asks, “what do you mean, what has started? “What are you talking about?
He still has the piece of paper in his pocket; he jams it in Fred's hand. Fred opens the piece of paper; He reads.
His arms fall to his lap, as his kneeling on the floor; next to Mr. Watkins. “I don't understand” he says. Mr. Watkins looks at Fred. “You have to help me. I need to put things right." “I’ve kept this to myself for far too long." “You need to know everything; I need to tell someone."
So he tells Fred the story, after he's finished Fred's eyes are wide, staring into nothingness not quite believing what he is hearing. “You must help me Fred; everything you need to know, is in the chest." “One thing you need to see for yourself; the blue crystal glasses, you must put them on."
Fred reaches into the chest, and takes them out. He is trembling. “Why” he asked. “You must collect my spirit." “What are you talking about?" “I’m dying." He said. Fred reluctantly put on the glasses. He is amazed; at what he sees, the whole room is turned into a blueprint. He sees a glow, emanating from Mr. Watkins chest.
With his last breath, Mr. Watkins says to Fred. “You need to be strong; you need to be focused, I need to know that I can rely on you to help me." “It’s going to take all your courage; and commitment." Fred agrees. Mr. Watkins dies. His soul leaves his body.
With the glasses, he quickly captures his soul, as the piece of paper told him. The light swirls; as the soul suddenly disappears into the crystal. The room gets brighter.
He looks at the items in the room, there are no more different colors, and the room has turned blue. However, all the items have, measurements; and writing.
This is telling him what the items are, and their size. He quickly presses the button, and turns them off. He gently lays Mr. Watkins head on the floor; his eyes well up. “Sorry, I'm so sorry."
He quickly grabs a small chest, empties it into his backpack, and puts it on. He slowly opens the door. The secretary is not there. He quickly leaves, could this be my destiny; what I was meant to do? There’s one thing I must complete, the promised. His story begins…
On Fred arriving in Egypt, he is bushed, and must gather his thoughts. He finds a room for the night, in a little place in Luxor. The next day he gathers up supplies, and hires a jeep to go to the tombs location marked on the map. Armed with the contents of the chest he sets off, which seemed like hours; until he arrives at the location on the map.
The place looks old and deserted; a big fence surrounds the oil pumping station. On the main gate, is a sign no trespassing. He has the key to the gate. His eyes moved over the enormous structure, of the pumping station, how could know one have found this. It's standing nearly five stories high?
Each is about ten feet in height. It is old and rusty with the sounds of pieces of tin rattling; as sand rubs across the surface, squeaking noises as the structure moves in a slight in the stillness, glancing over he sees the door it is massive; he moves to unlock the main gate, and drives in. He opens the jeep door and steps out, to locks the gate behind him.
He finds a place out of site to put the jeep. It is starting to get dark, and he pitches his tent and makes a fire. After a good meal, he starts to read over some of the material from the chest, there are three keys.
One key to the main gate, one to the security door; but the locks smashed, and the other was a funny shape, like a stick with the diamond at the end of it. This must be the key to the secret door, which only Mr. Watkins knew about. This is how I get back into the tomb.
The first thing in the morning he awakes feeling refreshed. He must now begin the dangerous quest of recovering the crystal pieces. He doesn't know what to expect. Will it all work out? Alternatively, will all go wrong? One thing is sure he must do it. I promised. So with key in hand he finds the secret door it's at the rear of the structure, it's been buried by sand over many years, he has to dig for a short while, but finally, the door takes shape.
If you didn't know it was a door? You wouldn't know it was. He sees the keyhole, or what looks like one; he puts the strange shaped key in. There is a low thud, and a creaking, as the large bolts draw back from the locking mechanism. The door opens just a gap; with a hiss as if the structure was gasping for breath. The smell is unbelievable; it smells rotten and damp.
Fred he gulps; he feels sick. He finds a bit of flat metal on the floor; he uses it in the door crack. A movement it sounds scary; the door opens. He shines a torch in; it’s a corridor; 15 feet into the structure.
Then it goes off to the right of the main tunnel. He squeezes through the gap. Icy chills, on the back of his neck; It makes the hairs stand on end. He has a sense of foreboding; his mind is telling him to run, but his heart is full of courage.
He must not leave the door open, for someone else to come in. Reluctantly, he shuts it. Relying only on a torch he has with him for the company; he makes his way down the corridor and here; this is where his long journey begins. From which he hopes he will return. Only Time will tell.
