Ancient Wormhole

Ancient Wormhole

By Megan Russ

The tomb had lain undiscovered for thousands of years. Until two years before no one had even known there was once an ancient civilization located in this part of the Siberian desert.

Dr. Druin and his teams had laid claim to the site upon its discovery and so far, Harvard had spent three billion dollars to continue the excavation. Dr. Druin had spent every waking moment studying the script on the stones, the samples which were sent back to Harvard had come back with the date of seven thousand B.C.E. predating the ancient Sumerians by almost four thousand years.

“Dr. Druin.” Mary, one of his top students called from below. Druin set down his tablet, and rubbed his eyes, for many hours in the glaring sun staring at stones and tablet screens, was getting to him.

He joined his team of grad students at the bottom of the poorly crafted wooden scaffolding. The door was completely uncovered now. Fifteen feet tall, and twelve feet wide.

The door was carved with similar script as the stones scattered around the area, however it was also covered in pictographs, images of animals unlike anything living. “Is that a dinosaur?” Bruce asked, an image of a bipedal reptilian stood beside the image of a human.

“That’s impossible.” Kyle said.

“Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.” Mary said.

“Don’t be a brat.”

“Maybe it was just a large lizard that has since gone extinct?”

“Either way, maybe we’ll find out once we get inside.” Druin said, as he continued to examine the doors. “Does anyone have any ideas as to how to open the doors?”

“We’ve been discussing different methods all morning.” Mary said. “No idea.”

“Maybe it’s magic,” Kyle laughed, the others chuckled.

“Magic is just science we don’t yet understand.” Druin remarked, the laughter faded. Druin was examining the heads of the human and lizard; the stones didn’t look right. He pressed on the human’s face and the head began to slide to face up. With a grin he continued. Both heads slid upward with little effort, a loud click came from within the doors.

A pop and the centerline of the doorway opened. Kyle and Bruce grabbed crowbars and opened the doors. The stale air within burst out against them.

Everyone turned on their flashlights and descended the staircase beyond the doors. Deep into the recesses of the tomb, the walls were carved with more pictures of humans and other strange creatures that appeared human but with animal-like heads joined them. “They resemble the ancient gods.” Druin stated.

“But this is older than any of those civilizations.” Bruce pointed out.

“This may be the first.”

“It’s in the wrong location.” Mary whispered.

“Not anymore.” Druin said, stopping at the base of the stairs. “We’ve found something that will change everything.” Their flashlight beams reflected off metal, shining titanium, and gold. The sides arched up towards the roof seventy feet up.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“That is a spaceship.” Druin stated, with all the confidence of someone who had found what he’d been looking for his whole life.

Shining his light around he found something else, a switch, pressing it, there was a roar and blue light flooded the massive room, there were other ships behind the first. Computer stations, equipment storage.

Without hesitation Druin went to one of the stations and began to press keys. “Dr. shouldn’t we catalog this and report it to the university.”

“We can’t, no one says anything understood.” He looked at the three students. “As far as anyone else is concerned we never got those doors open. This is too important.”

“This would rewrite history; we would be famous.” Kyle spouted, “We will go down in history as the people who proved aliens lived on earth.” He pulled out his cell phone to begin taking pictures. “I’m posting these as soon as we’re topside.”

The shot rang through the hanger, Kyle’s phone dropped to the floor with a crack. He lay on the ground with a hole through his skull. Mary screamed and turned pale in the blue light. “I said no one says anything.” Druin said, slipping the still hot barrel of his gun back into his holster in his vest.

“They’ll notice he’s gone.”

“Not before we are gone.” Druin said, with a grin as one of the ships began to hum, its loading platform opening. “Get on.”

“What, no, I’m not going anywhere with you.” Bruce snapped; Mary nodded.

“Either get on or you die here.” Druin said, pulling his gun back out. The two students looked at each other and reluctantly climbed onto the craft, followed by their professor. He locked them in what he thought would work as a holding cell.

“Why take us with you, we won’t tell anyone, we’ll leave and go home?” Mary demanded through the glass.

“I need an offering.” Druin said.

“An offering?”

“According to the texts, the priests could only visit the heavens if they brought offerings to the gods. Don’t you want to be the first offer the gods receive in millennia?”

“No.” They both said, beating against the glass walls of their cell.

“Too bad.” Druin went to the helm, punched in the coordinates retrieved from the computer. With a loud crack, the air before the ship rippled and seemed to tear, instead of the hanger, in front of the ship was now a rainforest. The ship didn’t move, the hole in space moved around it. The ship was now somewhere else, sitting on a platform long overgrown with vines and roots.

“This isn’t right.” Druin cried, slamming his fist onto the console. They were still on Earth. All this had done was teleport them from one side of the planet to the other.

“Teleportation, I wanted to meet the gods.”

“The gods died a long time ago, but they left you this planet.” The ship said. “Take care of it.”

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