.\V/. Timothy & the Curse of the Emerald Sky .\V/. Jul 4, 2011 19:10:34 GMT
Post by Tim E. Vortex on Jul 4, 2011 19:10:34 GMT
.\V/. Timothy and the Curse of the Emerald Sky (part II) .\V/.
I awoke with my familiar hybrid sensation of utter terror and excitement and unpeeled the thing Egyptian cotton from my almost fully-dressed body. I sat up firmly on the chair in which I retired and surveyed the room. The remains of Eduardo were lay uncomfortably close to me. Professor Amgine was sat on the couch opposite discussing archaeology with Richo and Frank, and Michelle was exceeding her reputation, flirting with Alonzo, the thief. Noticing my glare, she began to approach me with a cup of green tea.
“Why is it, no matter where we go, you are always the last one to wake up?”
She jested as she handed the fine crockery over to me. I smiled and took a sip, attempting to show some gratitude, despite her unique tea-making style. The professor jumped up from his seat.
“Right, gentlemen. Prepare yourselves. Today, we face one of the most powerful forces in the history of the earth. Some of us may not return, but we shall not die in vain. The curse of the Emerald Sky will be lifted!”
Motivational speeches are typically my forte, but I let him have this one.
“Erm, just one question though. To get to the pyramids is gonna take an hour or so walking, and I’d quite like to save my legs running from big, scary mummy guy, so... how are we getting there?”
Michelle enquired. The professor smiled and left the lobby of the hotel, and his three faithful followers stepped out after him. Placing my dusty, blue jacket over me, I brushed past Michelle, shrugging my shoulders as I did so. Reluctantly, she followed. I shielded my eyes upon exiting, as the blazing sun was more rabid than ever. I then heard a pathetic galloping sound and Michelle’s face dropped.
“Please tell me that’s not what I think it is.”
Richo emerged from around the corner holding onto three pieces of rope, attached to which were three camels. Naturally, I laughed. As an explorer, I often indulge myself in a variety of cultures. As a Scott, Michelle did not.
With great ecstasy, I leaped up onto the animal and offered my hand to assist my companion up. The professor shared with Alonzo and Frank and Richo were paired together. Off we went, under the fiery daylight across the vast dessert. Thirty minutes of casual chit chat later and the great pyramids were in sight; just as majestic as my memory served me. However, this feeling was soon interrupted by a tap on my shoulder.
“Tim. Don’t you think we should be getting a move on?”
“Nonsense, my dear. It won’t be dark for hours.”
“No, it’s just...”
“Always complaining. Can’t you...[/color]”
“Tim, I really think you should take a look at this.[/color]”
She interrupted, and for good reason too. I could hear the distinct sound of Mozartian music, much like I have described to you before and in those times, I was faced with my greatest enemy.
“What on Earth is that thing?”
The professor shrieked. I turned around and my suspicions were confirmed. It was the rift. The same rift I encountered in Atlantis... and the same I saw in the E.N.I.G.M.A. headquarters. Only this time it was bigger... much, much bigger.
“It’s the rift![/color]”
“What do we do?”
“Head for the pyramid![/color]”
I ordered and we rode, forcing the camels to run as fast as they possibly could. The rift followed, spreading like germs, greatly increasing in size. Richo fell off. Either Frank was unaware or he was delighted by the lighter load, but in any premise, he continued his journey.
“We have to go back for him!”
Obviously, the notion had crossed my mind. I turned back and assessed the situation as the rift caught up with him, taking hold of his foot. Richo reached out with great horror in his desperate eyes. I made a decision... one that I’m not particularly fond of and one I’m never likely to forget. I carried on riding.
“Didn’t you hear me? I said we have to go back!”
But I did hear her. I chose to ignore the statement and fortunately, Richo’s screaming was drowned out by the music of the rift as it swallowed him whole. Eventually, we reached the pyramid where a great sand slide burrowed into it. Without warning, the camels slid down to the bottom. The collision with the ground caused an avalanche of sand, blocking our entrance and sealing us in. [/color]