This must be something very important, I just know it. I feel the need to continue this journal, even though it was intended for my journey in Africa. ![]() ![]() Could I have imagined it all? Was there ever a complete orb? The pieces wouldn't fit together, as if they weren't from the same object. Next to it lay the broken stone orb wrapped in cloth. I found my journal this morning in the haphazard collection of things brought home from Africa. An excessive decision in retrospect, but I'm glad it turned out that way. He said he didn't want to risk forfeiting the entire expedition lest I took a turn for the worse. After the event inside the underground chamber in Algeria, professor Herbert insisted I return to England. It's been more than a month since my last entry. And grasped firmly in my hands was the broken pieces of a most peculiar relic. The voices of the Arabs pulling me to safety. The next thing I can remember is the grating sound of stone being lifted. Unlocking alien memories of spiraling towers, endless deserts, and impossible geometry. The faint glow escaped my fingers and began to spark brightly and spirit me away. Enclosed in dark nothingness, I felt myself drawn to the mystic light. My weakened body was heavy to carry, but I managed to push myself towards the enchanting light. I fell to the ground gasping for air, trying to focus. I gave the order to raise it, and as I pushed through the narrow space, the heavy stone suddenly dropped, sealing me inside.Īfter pounding the unforgiving stone wall for what seemed like an eternity, I realized it was hopeless. At the far end of the chamber, a great slab of stone sealed off whatever lay ahead. Despite their unearthly quality I felt a strange familiarity toward them, which haunts me still. The walls were lined with statues unlike any I'd ever seen. ![]() The twisting path emerged into a great ante-chamber. It looked much older than the 4th century structure we had expected. I mustered my strength and yelled at them to continue down the slopes and broken steps. They argued loudly and I felt their strange language getting to me. Our torches burned faintly in the murky air as we slowly made our way underground. Today I took some men and ventured into the dark ancient passage we uncovered. I feel a need to document my tribulation for I fear that my memory will fail me if I linger. No matter what the professor is keeping from me, the dig should yield something interesting to take back to London and the British Museum. Tomorrow, I shall lead the men into the ancient structure, hoping to reach the burial chamber. The professor was confident it was the tomb we sought and ordered the others to clear the way - late into the dark cold night. Later that evening, we uncovered a passage beneath the dunes leading to a sand-covered stone structure. An interesting story in its own right, but I can't help feeling there's more. When I asked him about the tomb again, he told me about the legend of Tin Hinan, "the mother of us all". How Professor Herbert managed to find the location in these vast plains of nothingness remains a mystery to me. The unflinching African sun has continued to plague our expedition, making it impossible to dig until dusk. I did the right thing.ĭiary Algeria (1/3) 16th of May 1839 I knew it was my purgatory - hellfire made to wash away my sins. You think I was afraid fleeing Brennenburg? Quite the contrary. ![]() Should kill them all, burn this castle to the ground!.There is nothing left, everything is gone!.That taste, that fragrance, Damascus rose!.Don't forget, don't forget! I must stop him! Focus! My name is. Don't forget, some things mustn't be forgotten.5.10 Letter Regarding the Discovery of an Orb.5.4 Regarding Closing of the Wine Cellar.
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