Beyond the Mysteries of the Sand

By Amber, age 11

I stared blankly into the disarray of dialect jumbled in a heap in front of me. The weight of my thick glasses sat heavily on the bridge of my nose, sweat intensely trickled down my forehead. There was no way that I could do this in time. The boss specifically specified the importance of this mission, if the deed wasn’t done by soundown, I was out. I slouched down quickly shifting my weight down to the soft cushion of sand that lay below. Expecting a harmless fall I tumbled down along with the hefty mass of mental despair. But as I touched the ground a rough hard surface broke my cushioned fall. I exclaimed in pain not expecting it to hurt. As I forcefully rubbed the arm that I had landed on I I realised the seriousness of this situation. I was stuck in the middle of the desert with piles of thick sand spreading on for miles. Why would there be a rock hard surface below. In a hurried pace I rummaged through the sand digging deeper and skimming my fingers over the top to dust off any remaining grains. My eyes widened, I stared in awe at the rock that lay before me. There were hieroglyphics but just not hieroglyphics a translation of words from Egyptian to English I was astonished. I quickly reached into my pocket and fished out a large piece of parchment, its papery surface crisp from the blistering heat. I began to translate. Once I had finished I punched the code into the keypad and stared as the deep crust of rock split in two revealing a long dark corridor that lay ominously in the distance. I thought I had successfully completed this task once I had translated the code but certainly I was wrong. Thousands of mysteries lay ahead, how would I discover this before sundown. If we were to accomplish world domination,we would have to work far more efficiently.