Teresa, aka The Haunted Wordsmith, started a story, “The Mystery of the Stone Circle,” and tagged Fandango to pick it up where she left off and to write part two.
Here’s Teresa’s part one:
Sammy finished stuffing the leftover food and makeshift kitchen into his pack, which Geri strapped the tent onto the side of his pack. As the pair started back on the trail, the morning sun cast them in a golden glow. The weather that week had been everything a hiker could ever hope for — cool evenings, warm mornings, and just enough mist in the afternoon to keep the hot summer sun at bay.
“I think it’s just over that crest,” Geri said, stuffing the map and compass back into the pocket in his cargo pants.
Sammy nodded. “Good, I’m tired of all these switchbacks. Throw a rope down and let us hike straight up.”
Geri laughed and slapped Sammy on the arm as he passed him. “Race you to the top.”
Sammy groaned but chuckled and shook his head at his friend. Ever since third year’s sports parade and carnival, Geri was always on the go. That’s one of the things that attracted Sammy to him, although he knew they would never be anything more than friends. Until four months ago when he served as Geri’s best man, he had always held out a little hope.
“Told ya!” Geri shouted from the top of the trail, pointing into the valley below.
“Man,” Sammy said, panting, “that’s amazing.”
They stood on the crest of the hill and looked at the concentric circles etched in the ground and the various stones that jutted out of the ground as if something from deep within was trying to speak.
“You know,” Geri said as they headed down toward the ancient ruin, “they say that this was built by …
Fandango at This, That, and the Other wrote part two:
…aliens who landed here eons ago, when dinosaurs still roamed the planet. These extraterrestrial beings attempted to colonize Earth, but the same giant asteroid that wiped out the dinosaurs, also put an end to the aliens’ attempt to make a home here on Earth.”
Sammy looked at Geri and shook his head. “Oh my God,” he said. “Did you take a hit on some of that potent ganja I have in my backpack? Seriously, Geri, you can’t really believe that.”
“Look at it, Sammy,” Geri said, somewhat defensively. “Clearly what we’re looking at is not man-made. Those are perfect circles within perfect circles and they cover several square miles along the valley floor. And that pile of huge boulders in the center. How do you think they got there? I’ll tell you. They are what’s left of a giant temple the aliens built in honor of their god.”
“I never realized what a nut job you are, dude,” Sammy said. “You’re either suffering from altitude sickness and exhaustion, or you’re just plumb loco.”
“Okay, Sammy,” Geri said. “If you’re so damn smart, what’s your explanation for what we’re looking at?”
Sammy took a deep breath and said, “It’s really very simple, Geri. You see…
Msjadeli’s part three:
…according to my religious beliefs, it wasn’t extraterrestrials who came and arranged the stones, it was our very own Earth deities who did it. At least we agree that it wasn’t humans who made it.”
Geri’s jaw dropped open and he was speechless for a second, trying to absorb what Sammy had just said. “Sammy, can you tell me just how your theory isn’t any more outlandish than mine? There’s only one God, and he had nothing to do with this! OK OK enough, let’s just agree it wasn’t humans and go find some sticks and logs for the fire tonight.”
Although Geri was under the impression that they were there for a hiking adventure and photo shoot, Sammy was there for other reasons. If Geri knew what those reasons were he might have refused to come along.
According to the solar and lunar charts as they aligned with Mars’, tomorrow was the night the hieroglyphs on the center stones would glow and shoot out lights to the holiest of holy rocks in the configuration. Sammy had been practicing his ancient religion since childhood. Although he didn’t believe that the Gods and Goddesses were alive anymore, he did know that his ancestors had hollowed out the holiest of holy stones in the configuration and filled them with pure Andes gold and many gems that were found in the mountain river banks, gifts from the highlands in Spring. Sammy’s plan was to observe the glowing stones, mark them with a dot of glow-in-the-dark spray paint while they glowed, then afterwords dig them up to plunder the gold and gems.
In order keep Geri from finding out what was going on, Sammy had brought along a roofi to slip into Geri’s drink tomorrow night as they sat near the campfire. It was harmless, no side effects, and Geri would be no worse for wear afterwards.
They set up their tents and built a fire. Geri snapped a bunch of pictures as the sun set. After a few beers fireside they each went to their separate tents and fell asleep within moments, as they’d hiked for several hours that day. During the night each had very vivid dreams…
Padre’s Part Four:
Geri’s dream took him to a time when the hillsides beyond the circles were still covered with lush forest. He could see the sun rising through the mouth of the valley which faced all too perfectly eastwards. The red glow of the rising orb sent out finger-like beams into the valley.
Then just as the day brightened, seven tall figures emerged from the treeline. One of these wore a shining headdress, and an immense feathered cape fell from across her shoulders. She walked carefully to the spot where the centre of the rings now stood, and using her staff made a mark in the soil. She then gave instructions to her companions in an incomprehensible language. They each bowed to her and disappeared in separate directions into the surrounding woods.
As they ate trail mix for breakfast the following morning, Geri commented that he had had the strangest dream.
“What was it like?” Sammy asked with sincere interest.
Geri related the details to his friend, but then said, “They were just like normal people. Except they were really tall.”
“Like basketball player tall?” Sammy inquired.
“No. More like giraffe tall.”
“How do you know?” Sammy pressed.
“They were over half as tall as the trees.”
Geri pondered this, and tried to recall the elements of his own dream. He too could remember a tall somewhat feminine figure. But that wasn’t quite right. The figure was more “sexless” than female, and in his dream it wasn’t a feathered robe, but actual wings upon its back.
“How could we both have the same dream?” Sammy asked in bewilderment.
Then Geri let out a cry of astonishment. He held up his camera and pointed to one of the snaps he had taken the evening before. “Look at this . . . .”
Padre passed this on to the wondrous Crispina Kemp of Crimsonprose. However, her writing schedule did not allow her to continue this right now, so Padre passed it on to me. I hope I can fill in her boots! 🙂
Sammy peered at the camera. He could make out a silhoutte near the stone circles. The outline seemed similar to the sexless figure he had seen in his dreams. He looked at Geri.
“Maybe, we should get a closer look at the stone circles. There definitely is something funky going on here.”
Geri nodded. After grabbing their stuff in a jiffy, the two boys made their way towards the centre of the circle. Geri led the way and as soon as he reached the centre of the circle, Sammy stepped back. Everything had gone to plan. He watched as the stones within the circle began glowing a deep red. Geri tried moving, but there was an invisible force that kept him glued to the centre or the circles. He shouted at Sammy.
“What’s happening? What is all this?”
Sammy smiled. His ancient religion told him about the true value of these stones. He wanted to steal them but in their complete state. To bring them to that state, a sacrifice was required. Sammy needed to sacrifice someone he loved. He knew Geri was never going to love him back in the same way. So he chose him as his sacrifice. Planted the drugs, and the fake photograph. It was the perfect plan.
As the stones glowed brighter, Geri began to fade, and by the time the stones were a deep blood red, Geri had disappeared into oblivion.Sammy cackled in triumph.
Boundless riches were now all his…