I looked out the stained window on my right and I saw a red bright beam of light coming from the graveyard. I found it intriguing, so I got off and went to where my curiosity had led me the darkest corner of the graveyard. And there it was¦ Is what I see before me actually there or is it a hallucination of what I desire? I whispered to myself with caution. I got closer and closer to the shimmering light and when I got to the source of the light, there was a stone fountain with a ruby in the center of it, with some hieroglyphics carved on the edges of the circle shaped stone.
What do these ancient letters mean? The colour of the ruby was the same colour as the Blood Mo¦ I said out before I got disturbed by a voice from the shadows. Yes laddie well spotted son the colour of the ruby is exactly the same as Blood Moon! Said a Scottish accent coming from the bushes. Who goes there? Why are you lurking behind the bushes? I questioned the man! As he stepped out the shadows, breaking branches every step he takes, first thing I noticed was the black glistening shoes and the fresh dry cleaned suite. My name is Scott Lander. Im an archaeologist, I Specialize in Egyptian hieroglyphics.
He said mysteriously. Well then Lander since you Specialize in hieroglyphics. Then translate whats on the stone fountain? When the ruby lusters red as blood, the moon will fall, the sun will rise, and like the story of the phoenix rising from the ashes, when the dawn is near, the world will burn in flames, but it will not seek to rise. He said getting quitter and quitter till there was nothing left to say. We looked at each other and Lander and I knew that there was nothing we could do to stop the havoc that was to fall upon us. He took a bottle of whisky out his blue timeworn bag then brought to glasses out and filled a quarter of the glass. At that point the sun was about to rise the sky was turning bright orange so we sat on the fountain and clinked our glasses as we watched the world end before our eyes.