Day 1
Kerri-liana Jones was a twenty-three-year-old aspiring archaeologist.
She had strawberry blond hair cut in a bob with a long fringe, she had inquisitive blue-green eyes.
Kerri-liana snuck into the monastery and followed the maps in her grandfather’s book, she found the chamber and looked around, it was dark with no natural light, dusty and appeared empty.
She had no idea how many people’s lives she was about to impacted and change forever.
She walked into the chamber where the blue crystal was drawn. In the center of the floor was a slot, she felt inside the slot and cut herself on a piece of crystal.
“Ouch!”
She lifted the crystal out but it was now omitting light and it looked like a blue diamond making the room light up with many colours. Then she was gone. She had activated the crystal which activated the ‘sugs’ all in one go. This was more than most archaeologists even dared hope for!
All the scattered pieced of crystal awoke and activated. All the people wearing them were taken with the pieces.
Depending on the size of the piece depended on if only the wearers were taken or some of the people around them as well.
Unknown to Kerri-liana Jones, her grandfather was the slave boy who was raised by the family on earth. Her grandfather Uriah had taught her a secret language and they had been writing each other letters in this secret language. Her code with her granddad was the language of the queen in the land and because the blood of the land flowed through her veins. Her blood could activate the crystals. This was something the slave boy haven’t thought of. Because he didn’t know blood could active a broken crystal.
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Kerri-liana looked around her, she was in a stone building, in a room filled with dust everywhere. Even the floor was dusty with no footprints in it.
‘Where am I’ she thought.
She held the blue crystal in her bleeding hand.
‘I need to clean this’ she thought,
She put the crystal in her bag. She thought she was still in the monastery. That maybe the floor collapsed, or something, most secrets where guarded one way or another. Then she heard voices.
They were muffled but it sounded something like the code she spoke with her granddad. But how? He had made it up just for her.
His book which was what lead her to the monetary was real. So, was everything in her grandfather’s book real? Was their secret language actually a real language?
She walked over to the huge wooden door, her footprints were left in the dust, a perfect impression. She quickly looked thought the book, it was a thick A5 size journal, in the back he talked about secret passageways faded drawings with a combination of their secret language and Central Alaskan.
She looked around the room she was in. It looked like it had once belonged to someone important. She found a mirror and fireplace, she checked and behind the mirror there was a passageway only big enough for her to crawl through. She tried to hide her tracks, but it was proving difficult. So, she walked back to the door and then walked backwards standing in her own footsteps, it was not as easy as it may sound. Then she used her phone for light and crawled into the passageway.
It was fill of spider webs. Little gaps in the stone walls allowed her to sometimes see into other rooms as she crawled passed. She crawled passed the kitchen which was buzzing with people. She then came to a passage she could stand in. This passage lead down into the dungeons, where people were locked up, it was terrible, it smelt like sewage, she wanted to gag, but then she heard something a guard talking to someone about a message that came for the queen. Her Gogobeasts (Griffins) where ready. He was saying how awesome it will be to have an army in the skies that not even the sky people can hide from.
“Now the war will be even. Those Skiopia people have something coming to them.”
Queen? There is no queen in Alaska, and she hadn’t heard of the Skiopia people. Confused she walked on through the passageway ignoring the passages she would have to crawl in, she came to the servants’ quarters it looked lived in, but there were no beds just straw, blankets and animal skins. It was a stone floor.
‘This isn’t right’ she thought.
Then she saw the queen. A fiery red haired wearing a crown and everyone around her bowing. Her big blue and white dress flowing as she walked. Guards walked around her but never looked at her. A man was lying on his belly face in the dirt,
“Please, my queen forgive me” he begged,
“I will never put too much salt on it again.”
He was shacking.
“Execute him” she ordered.
As she turned, a man stepped forward and chopped off his head with a sword.
Kerri gasped.