Chapter 0A Chapter by HobbitHow I got into this mess.I had to get out of here. I was going insane in this freezing cave. I set my last pack of dynamite on the ice wall in front of me, blocking my way forwards. My name is Dr. George Slobodkin. I am one of the Professors of Archaeology at Oxford. I'd started this expedition months ago with some of the best men around, who now lay in their icy graves miles behind me. I felt grief beyond imaging as I thought of them, so happy when I'd found them, now cold and dead and that fact, all my fault. I struck a match and lit the fuse. Everything I did was with great difficulty, for I was frost-bitten and starving. I watched the fuse burn. It's funny how several months of trials in artic cave can knock silly dreams of billions right out of your head. All I wanted right now was to see my wife again. I missed her like crazy. The Viking Idol meant nothing to me now. BOOM!!!!! I ducked. Thousands of pieces of ice shot every where. I slowly got up and staggered through the rough door-way I'd made. The other side of the looked almost the same as the side I'd come from. I dragged myself forwards. Then, the floor gave-way.
I woke-up to a intense pain in my leg, which I took for a good sign, because it meant that I was still alive. I lead there in pain for a few minutes before I opened my bleary eyes to a dazzeling light. I thought for one incredibly happy moment that I had finally found the exit. But, as my eyes cleared, I saw not the exit, but THE IDOL. Tears filled my eyes. I hated it. That cursed thing had ruin my life. Thanks to it I probably would never see my beautiful wife again. Anger surged through me. I wanted to destroy it, like it had destroyed me. I, then realized how stupid I was being. It had not forced me to start this dooming trip, that had been my own greed. I still was on the floor, so after a lot of pain, I sat up. The Idol was a tall cylinder of diamond with the most exquisite carvings on it. The Idol had been the Viking Kings most prized possession. It was so beautiful. Without thinking, I reached out and touched it. And that, My Friend, was my mistake... © 2013 HobbitAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on August 24, 2013 Last Updated on August 24, 2013 AuthorHobbitAboutHi Everyone. I am a new writer. I am a Mormon too. To explain myself would be hard as I am the biggest ragbag of a person that I've ever met. Writitng is my way of explaining myself, if I ever ha.. more..Writing
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