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Written by Robert Quintin Penn
Tuesday, 28 August 2007

Last Updated ( Wednesday, 05 September 2007 )

In the Beginning...

By Robert Quintin Penn

The year was 1927, a year that Mankind found profound evidence of extra terrestrial life, or rather, its involvement in Man's rise to power. We entered an abandoned area of Egypt that year, trying to discover any clues as to how pyramids were constructed, and why they have stood the test of time. On an expedition with Doctor Austin Black, I found the answers to both, and much more. Because of this discovery, of those who saw it alongside me, most lost their religion, and questioned who, or even what was God.

While most of the archaeological work was centered around the Giza Pyramid Complex, we went a few kilometers south west of it. In this area, we found a much smaller complex of pyramids, one of which had an obvious entrance. While most of the team was setting up tents and equipment, I asked to proceed into the Pyramid. Dr. Black looked up at me, pausing over his work. “Fine, but take Stevenson with you.” I grabbed a lantern and entered.

Upon entering the old structure, we found standard hieroglyphics on the walls, from the floor to the ceiling, but neither of us could read them. Onward Stevenson and I continued, until we reached a dead end. Or so I thought. “What is this?” Stevenson pointed to a large picture near the ceiling showing a winged being, with a pillar of light coming forth from it. There was a crackling noise below us. By the time I looked down the floor had collapsed and we were falling. I landed on my knees, uninjured, but rather startled. “Dr. Floyd, are you okay?” Stevenson whispered out. “I'm not hurt, are you fine?” “Yes.”

Lucky for us, the lantern was safe, and still shining light. I raised it above my head, illuminating the walls. “My God.” To this day, I don't remember if it was Stevenson or I who uttered the words, but I know that I was thinking that at the time. A large inscription, showing a saucer shaped craft, a group of people, and a short being at the center, with gray skin. Other people in the mosaic were kneeling before the being, apparently, this was their God. If it was just an Egyptian God, then why hadn't it appeared in many other locations? Why wasn't a structure built in its honor? Maybe there was such a structure, but had since been destroyed. “Sir, look at this.” Stevenson found a small passageway. I followed closely behind him.

In this small room, we found a sarcophagus on a platform, it being about just over two feet in length. Right at the feet of the sarcophagus was a jumble of metallic junk, badly damaged and barely holding it's structure. “It's an alien. Like in that War of the Worlds novel! I'm guessing that was what got it over here.” Stevenson shook. “I don't know about you, but I'm getting the Hell out of here!” I stopped him. “Let's just open the sarcophagus, then we can see if we can get the others down here.”

On King Tut's sarcophagus, there were intricate patterns and realistic depictions of the face and the crossed arms. This one, however, was completely brown and looked like it was sanded down smooth, with no markings or designs on it. “This isn't going to work; it must be sealed shut.” Stevenson said. “Fine, we have a crowbar back at the site. If you want to stay there you can. We quickly departed from the room.

Oddly enough, we found that we could climb up the hole we fell through earlier rather easily. The two of us ran outside back to the site. “Dr. Black, we've found...something. I am not sure what.” He squinted. “What do you mean, Floyd?” “Just come down here and look at it!” I grabbed a nearby crowbar and yanked him by the hand to the pyramid.

In the chamber, Dr. Black looked not at the sarcophagus, but at the inscriptions on the wall. I would have guessed he would, since he was the only one here who could read hieroglyphics. “It says here that a Star Child from the Sun fell upon the sands of Egypt, and that shortly after, pyramids were built using his boat of the skies.” Dr. Black paused, trying to comprehend what was being presented here. “But within a period, the Star Child died, and this tomb was built in his honor. Floyd, this pyramid is smaller because the Egyptians lacked the technology that this...thing had brought with him!” He turned his head to the sarcophagus. “Let's open it; see what this thing is.”

I slammed the crowbar in, and pried it open, then lifted up the cover. Inside was a mummified creature, about a foot and a half long, with a large head, and very small appendages. On the inside of the sarcophagus, there was a map of the night sky, within a certain constellation, a star was circled. “Its origins.” I whispered. About this time, the “Boat of the Sky”, its spacecraft, emitted a light that shot up to the ceiling, and momentarily blinded the both of us. “Dr. Floyd, we need to get this stuff out of here and back to America immediately!” “I agree, sir!”

Stevenson was sitting outside, a look of disbelief upon his face. “What is it?”

“A-a-a p-pillar of l-light shot out of that thing. All of us were blinded, and the sky turned to fire. What did you do down there?! The Devil must inhabit this place! If we are to survive, we need to head back home and pray!”

That was about fifty years ago. Doctor Floyd has been dead for some time now, and the rest of the crew died of a mysterious cause. I am the only surviving member of the expedition, and I can tell you this: I am one of the first men to see a Martian.