Cristin Walker And The Three of everlasting

CHAPTER 1 The unexpected friend The Orange sunrise splits open the dark African sky. The birds start their daily choir practice. It's a dawn of a new day. As Chris opens his appel green eyes to the bright reflection of Indian ocean. He gets up from the hard, dry ground. The light runs along the ground towards his brown leather shoes they have a thousand creaks from the travel's his had. Looking at the horizon as far as his site will allow him to see. Thinking to himself she is gone yesterday will never return gone forever apoliclips. Every day brings new begins, with each sunrise, and it all comes to an end with every sunset. Good or bad, it will pass. For a tall man as Chris at six feet tree stretching in the morning is essential. Chris takes his soap from his bag in one hand, takes off his shoes, and clothes run into the ocean. He dives between the waves, washing himself, and getting out of the ocean, with that's the shower being done. A few meters from the ocean is where he parked his motorbike on the gravel road by his camp site. Walking over to the bike at the back of the bike, the top box there is a towel. He starts to dry off at the top of his head, stugeling to get his thick, curly light brown hair to dry. Proceeding with the rest of his body, his back and chest that has a lot of scars and tattoos from his years in the army, and being held prisoner by some or other government somewhere in the world. All the women from the village spy on him from a distance. It's not every day you get to see a n***d white man in the heart of Africa. Once done, he reached the back of the bike, the top box there was a fresh pear of clothing. A white vest,long olive green button shirt ,long light brown cargo pants and a pair of long black wool socks, and some new underwear. He gets dressed for the day. There is a wisel coming from the cetal that is booling water on the camp fire. He gets the bag of Uganda coffee beans from his packbag and grinds it to perfection. Pouring it into his coffee maker and adding the booling water to the coffee maker, then pour out the coffee into a tin cup. As the hot steam reached, his nose smelled all the aromas of the coffee. He asks himself. " What does the day hold in for me." He takes out an old notebook fild with maps and drawings of locations. Opening the map " I am close , but yet so far." Packing up his gear into his bick,top box. Rolling up his sleeping bag, killing the camp fire. His thoughts drift off thinking of the resion. He is so far from home and all the sacrifices he made to be right at this point in his life. It's the treasure, the idol that has hunted his family for decades. For so many has tried to find the Idol. But none has ever finished the quest falling short of finding the Idol, including his grandfather and father. The maps never lie. He drives as far as his bike will allow him. Town by town pass by following tracks that lead nowhere. The location on the map makes no sense, but somehow, but thanks to the notice he figures it out to go. Finally, after driving for hours on the harsh african landscape, he sees it. The cabin of the last man did knew the whereabouts of the idol the tome of John Piper. The cabin is on a hill. You have to look very closely or you'll miss it. It's overgrowth let it blend in with the serondings. The cabin was built in the eighteen hundreds, so it's very old. He goes up to the cabin, trying to open the door, but it's stuck. Forcing himself in by shoving the door open. Once in dust, jump up after a few seconds, the dust sets. Their not much to look at only for a deck in the corner of the cabin. He walked over to the deck. There were a bunch of maps and dooks that were open. As he is going through the books, a pen rolls off the desk. It lands on and in between a groove in the floor bord. It reveals a loos bord. He removes the bord to find a hidden passage. Switching on his flashlight and entering the dark pit. He willows down into a deep underground tunnel, but then. There is a c***k nose coming from the entrance that he gast came from. He turns a round, and a famuler figure appears. "Mary, is that you?" With long black curling hair sky blue eyes. Frekels like the milky way running under her eyes and a cross her nose. Pink lips like thy came from a rose. A figure that of an atveleet waring nothing but a black thank top,brown shorts and hiking boots. She runs up to him and tekels him, and they both tumbl into the tunne. The passage/tunnel leads to a chamber. As they roll and fall, they move closer towards the chamber. This activated a trap door of the chamber they as they landed in it. But the chamber is boobytrapt. When they try and stand up, Chris press down on a tile floor that gave way. That's is when an arrow shot out of the wall into Chris leg. Mary slips at the exact moment, hiting her head agents the wall knocking her out. Chris screms off the pain , but lucky the arrow does not penatrat too deep because the trap is very old. The arrow comes out easy. He takes off his t-shirt and ters off a piece, and ties it around his leg where the wound is to stop the bleeding. He limp over to Mery, which is gaining consens. Tell her to be careful because there might be more traps. They can't go back the way they came. The camber is so old the magenem holding the door up broke. There is no way to get it back up again. There is no way out Chris makes light, so they have more than one surse of light. The fire starts to blow to one side. It's when Chris releases that there is a breeze blowing. That means if there is wind, it has to be coming from the outside. Meaning that if there is a way that they somehow can follow the wind. That they would escape the tome to their salvation. Chris starts to press against and rub it. It's when he released one of his the sconce in the room are loos. He tells Mary to hold the torch, and he pulls the sconce. The wall starts to move backward and down into the ground, the entire chamber sakes. When eventually everything stops and the dust sets a new passage is revealed. It looks like there is a nother chamber at the end. They go, but with grate caution, the passage might be boobytrapt. As they get closer, the moon light lights up the center of the chamber. In the middle of the room is someone's tome. Chris and Mary, each of them take the option side of the tome lid. They try and lift up the lid, but it is too heavy. "Come to my side, we need to lay on the floor, and on your back, we'll let our legs push the lid over." They push the lid with their legs it's working, and the lid is moving up and in the opposite direction. When the lid gets heavy enough on the one side, it falls over, and the tome is open. They jump up and look in side but there is nothing but a corbs cluing a rold up piece of paper.