Stephen Voss – Smithsonian Magazine
The Tenth Story in the Adventures of the Ambrosial Dragon: A Children’s Fantasy Series
Landon had been bored and sleepy until the plane began its final descent toward Cairo International Airport. Then his face was glued to the window taking in every detail of a city that was over a thousand years old. Grandpa was sitting next to him, enjoying his eight-year-old grandson’s enthusiasm.
They had planned this vacation for months, ever since Grandpa read Landon the “Goosebumps” book Return of the Mummy by R.L. Stine. Grandpa actually had a friend in Egypt named Issa Salib who was an archaeologist, a person who studies history by digging at ancient sites like the pyramids, examining what they find…
“I can’t believe we finally made it, Kent. We’ve made it to the tomb.”
“We aren’t there yet, Bethany. We still have to make it across this field.”
Kent and Bethany had been traveling by horseback for weeks, following the ancient maps and clues left by the Predecessors. They weren’t entirely sure how long ago the Predecessors lived or when the original maps had been created. Certainly it was in the time before the fall, before the plague that was rumored to have killed billions, before the return of the remnant of mankind to their simple farms and fields.
They stood a moment reviewing the scene in the mid-morning sunlight.
“There’s not much left. I mean, the reproduction of the map of this area showed more tombs and graves, many, many more.”
“Time, weather, a multitude of other factors have destroyed all this, Bethany. The Pilot’s tomb is supposed to be one of the few left.”