The Great Pyramid Picture

My life is that of an archeologist. Not one of those old people you see on television. I am a man of his late twenties. As a child, I was fascinated by the ancient Greek and Egyptian myths about the winged horse and Ra the sun god and so on. I have gathered some artifacts and information and have come to the conclusion that some of them, maybe all of them, once truly existed.

I put my pen down and relaxed, trying to think of what to write next. After a moment of consideration, I decided that would be enough for today. I scribbled my name and the date, Gene Sologo, June 19, 1995. I have been looking for evidence of my theory for weeks, every day the same. The National Geographic Society and other major companies and research laboratories had stopped letting me use their labs because they thought I had gone insane. I feel like I’m getting close this time. Very close, but I just can’t find enough proof of my theory.

I heard a knock at the door. “Come in.” I yelled, for I knew who it was. “Any news?” I asked. “Well, the public library got a new shipment, but other than that, nothing.” She replied. “Michelle, I’m getting tired of getting nowhere. Were not going to find anything here.” “Yes, but the locals seem to be frightened. This is Greece, one of the most famous places in the world as far as mythology and religion goes. They know something that we don’t, and I intend to find out. How about you?” She proclaimed.
“Hmph. Thanks for the inspiring speech.” I teased, “Fine, lets check the library first.” “Wait a moment…” She went off to comb her hair. I don’t know why, but she seemed to be obsessed with fixing her already beautiful hair. It was shiny brown and fell down to her lower back. It matched perfectly with her amazing brown eyes that many men would fall for. In fact, many men have tried, but seemed to back off when they saw her with a ‘crazy archeologist’. “Alright, Gene, Lets go.”

“Choose something’ an’ get out of ‘ere, I’m not kiddin’ this time.” Mrs. DeNarrow insisted as Michelle and I walked in, spitting and chomping her cheesecake as she spoke. “Yes ma’am.” I said, half teasing, half serious. “What about the new shipment?” Michelle asked. “O’er there.” DeNarrow pointed her fat finger. An hour later, I had read some fascinating things about the Minotaur, an ancient Greek Myth about a mix between a human and a bull, but still no more support for my theory. I got up, getting very impatient. “Mrs. DeNarrow, what are the locals afraid of?” she looked stunned, as though no one had tried to make conversation with her for months. “Something about a Minotaur and Anubis joining together to form a new alliance to judge not only the dead, but soon, every living being on the planet. It is said that Ammut is dead, and the punishment for having a heavier heart than the feather of Maat is to be sacrificed to the Minotaur in the middle pyramid of Giza.” I stood there with my jaw hanging open, partly surprised by what she told me, but mostly surprised that I was not the only one who thought myths were real, but the entire city of Athens had the same theory. “Michelle, do you still have access to a small plane?”

We flew over the Mediterranean Sea toward Giza, the desert landscape got closer and closer, then we landed at the outskirts of Giza the next day. I finally had this feeling of growing success. I had finally found a hint of proving my theory! I was bursting with excitement when we landed at an airstrip. We went into another hotel so we could get ready and make arrangements to enter the pyramids. As we entered, I asked Michelle “Why didn’t I think of this before? Of course it would have something to do with the pyramids.” “You probably expected to see Zeus or something at Greece, roaming the streets and signing autographs.” She joked. “Ha, ha, ha, very funny. So now you don’t believe me.” I replied. “Hey, mister, I believe you more than you know.” She said, “Let’s get some rest, we’re going to need it for tomorrow.” “Yeah, I guess so.” I said, almost too excited for the next day, where the world would finally see that I was right, and not insane.

As we rode into the desert the next day, the wind and stinging hard sand flew at my face. We were in a jeep going at least 75mph. The three gigantic pyramids seemed to get bigger and bigger as we got closer and closer. “We’re almost there. You got everything?” Michelle asked. I checked my bag. “Yep.” We came to a slow stop near the middle pyramid. I felt a growing gloominess, if you’d call it that, coming from them. “Hey, Mich, do you see that?” I pointed at the top of the pyramid. Right when she turned, it disappeared. “What?” “The top of it is- was glowing.” “
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