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Blake Bennett handed his twenty-two year old son, Sam, a book, stating, “I feel you are ready for this. Please read it.”
“What’s it about, Dad?”
He looked at his son solemnly. “Mankind’s most secret history and discoveries. What, I believe, not everyone is quite ready for yet. No historians have ever taught this, let alone know about it. Maybe one day they will, but you will understand what I mean. All I want you to do is keep an open mind, and read it from the beginning to the end. However, when you get to the last page, you may feel a little, err angry. But I have a surprise for you.”
Sam could have questioned him. But what was the point?
Sam Bennett stroked the worn hardcover entitled, Kingdom of the Old World, Volume 1, Dr. Peter Reynolds, archeologist PhD (Hons).
Sam was well aware his father, once a top photojournalist, had a penchant for unusual theories and enigma.
Intrigued, Sam read three quarters of the way through. What he found was a fascinating, methodical journal of Reynolds’ specific 1999 travels to Ancient Egypt, where he had discovered a buried temple the archeologist claimed belonged to an unknown ancient royal family and contained supernatural properties. Reynolds made mention that his more down to earth colleagues had pooh-poohed his theories. He had compiled an extensive list of objects found inside the temple, including hand drawings, photos of stone scriptures, and unusual symbols. According to Reynolds, most of what he had discovered, especially the strange symbols, predated Egyptian hieroglyphics.
The last quarter of the journal changed format and wads of text followed, like a diary. He sampled the first page and it was fantastic. He was beginning to see why Dr. Reynolds’ amazing discoveries could not be made public.
He flipped through the writing, noting he had around another sixty odd pages to read. The last entry was dated July 2005. He needed fresh coffee and perhaps something stronger for later.
He stared at his father sitting on the verandah smoking, wondering what this was all leading to and what was the relevance? A cold fear made him shiver.
Would it be a case of ‘dare he look behind him wherever he went?’ Or more like watch the darkening skies. Or was this all just poppycock?
When Blake Bennett had first read the journal, he was thirty-two years old and at the peak of his professional career. In the past, he had interviewed the archeologist a few times, as they shared similar views. Though he only knew the archeologist by reputation, his reporter’s instinct recognized sincerity. He believed in Reynolds’ theories.
The way the diary portion was written sounded like a complex science fiction fantasy story. Or, if he was a real cynic, it could be one man’s fantastic journey to boost his own ego. No, Reynolds had no reason to lie; he was an intelligent and articulate man, willing to lay his reputation on the line. At that time, Blake needed to find the archeologist. But the answers were already in his hand.
This story was too damn real. He should know; he had become involved. He glanced at his son, now sprawled on the living room sofa, deep inside the journal, and anticipated his reaction.
After all, she did say, “Humans are such curious and emotional children.”