Valley of Lost Time. by Turnbull Jr. Robert

Author:Turnbull Jr., Robert
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: www.hawkslegend.com
Published: 2013-12-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11.

There in the middle of the room on giant racks were strange looking wooden and vine apparatuses. They were huge... so immense the racks that held them filled the huge room! There were row upon row of identical objects and the farther back they went, some got smaller... and at the end of the room was the giant, heavy wooden door they couldn’t get into from the outside.

Sunlight poured into the room from a series of well-designed light holes. And in the light Jim saw more pictures, huge pictures of... He gasped!

There on the walls before them were wall paintings that had mostly remained intact, though faded. Protected from the elements for tens of centuries was a partial history of the old ones city.

Paintings of men putting huge vine and wood yokes over the necks of the long necked dinosaurs, pictures of these natives riding upon the yokes as the behemoths pulled huge carved boulders behind them. Of the old ones carving the huge stones from the cliff walls, of stubby four legged dinosaurs pulling vine ropes as they lifted these huge stones using what looked like ramps and primitive pulleys. There were paintings of what appeared to be great battles between the plant eaters and the carnivores with men riding the plant eaters that had some sort of long lance like devices attached to the yokes to attack the flesh-eating beasts. Some of the faded pictograms showed multi-rowed, spiked neck protectors for the longnecks.

“Funny...” Will muttered.

“What?” Amal asked.

“Well guys, look how nicely preserved the pictographs are. Then look at the areas scattered in between some of them...”

Bill looked closer, “Humph...damned if it doesn’t look like...like some of them have been erased. I can see faint traces of paint. Strange...”

On for over an hour the men read the great walls, when suddenly Jim thrust his hand into his pocket. “Dammit!”

With puzzled looks from the others, Jim’s hand reached into his pants pocket and he pulled out his smart phone. With a sheepish grin he muttered. “I brought this along.”

Bill laughed, “If you make a call from here, I want the name of your service!”

Jim aimed at the wall and a flash lit the wall. Jim continued to shoot as he mumbled.

“I figured I’d bring this if we found a new species of critter, and kept forgetting to shoot. Never could use it up here...” he laughed, “...I know Marcy and I tried the night we crashed. Anyhow, as I couldn’t use it, the battery should have enough juice in it to document this entire room. Not to mention these ruins.” Jim looked at his wrist and frowned.

“Anyone know about what time it is?”

The guys looked at their wrists forgetting all their watches had stopped within days of the crash. Marti had figured that it might have something to do with magnetism. Bill’s electronic watch had stopped a few days earlier and now Jim wished he had worried a bit more about making sure his smart phone was correct. He sighed as he looked at the time and date, he sighed.

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