I have decided to put up my story I'm writing. I am not a good writer so it's not that good.

It was all silent, except for the continuous "tick" "tock" from an old dusty clock that hung on the wall.  Books lay on shelves; also dusty, as if they hadn't been touched in years.

In the center of a long wooden table there was a single lit candle, flickering relentlessly in the dark library. There at the end of the table, near the wall, sat a man. His grey whiskers twitched as he read from the large book in front of him. He skimmed each page and quickly turned them, as if he was looking for something. His finger went from word to word then, finally, stopped. His eyes widened  and he began to read the script aloud from the book. In the darkness of the library the pages stared to glow, feeding from candle light. And the hieroglyphics rose from the book, floating about the man. The room was now lit. Whispers of the ancient language could be heard whisping around with the symbols.  The man stared with bright eyes.  All of a sudden it became hot in the room, he coughed.  He felt as if he were on fire! It was getting hard to breathe. He slammed his hands on the table, then his skin began to glow. Bright, like red, hot, gold. He cried out in pain.

"Katy!" The name spilled from his lips. "Katy! Find - it!"

The glow of his skin grew brighter as it enveloped his entire body, soon he was just a blinding, white form.

"Find...it!"



She woke suddenly, her body dripping in sweat. The young woman looked about the dark room, her blonde curls dabbing at her face. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, caught her breathing, then slipped her slippers on.  Going into the bathroom she switched the light on and went to the sink.  She splashed her face with water, letting the coolness if it wash down her face. She took in a deep breath and looked at her reflection in the, slightly dirty, mirror. It was just a dream....


                                                               
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There in a little library in early 1930's, New York, Kaitlin Delsite tried to put her unpleasant nightmare behind her and get her work done. She was not going let it interfere with her day.

The library had belonged to Kaitlin's father, but after his death, due to a terrible fire, it was left to her. She did a good job at keeping it in order; except her father's office, which she hadn't touched since he died. She came in early every day, and got things ready for the library's guests. None stop working; that's all she did. .

"And you know, he didn't even tell me what I did wrong," complained a young man named Joe Kent. Kaitlin was putting books back on the shelves, not seeming interested  at all in Joe's story.

"He was like 'that's not how it goes', 'do it again', and-" he stopped and looked at Kaitlin, she was still putting books away.

Are you listening?" He asked. She was now putting the books that weren't in order back in order. Joe frowned. She wasn't listening. "Hello?" He waved his hand. "Hey, Katy!" He poked her in the shoulder.

She quickly turned and looked at him."What?!" she asked, startled.

He gave her a funny look. "Where are you today?"

"Wha- what do you mean?" Kaitlin closed her eyes, wishing she hadn't asked him that, now he would prod her even more. She grabbed some books and walked down the isle.

"What do I mean?" He followed her. "You've been out of it all day, Like you're off in a distant misty place."

Kaitlin made a face and rolled her eyes as she walked. She had let the dream
interfere. Joe grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop."What has been weighing so heavily on your mind?" he enquired.


She looked up at him with her big, amber eyes. Not really wanting to tell him about the dream. "Well?" He smiled and raised his eyebrows. Kaitlin almost laughed at his goofy, widespread grin, She gave in and confessed.

"I had a," she leaned in closer. "A dream."

"And?" Joe ask, also leaning in a bit.

"Well..." she stared. "My father was in it."

"Again?" Joe said. "I thought you had gotten over that. It's been like...what, three years."

"Yeah, I know, I am. But This was different," her words became quieter at the end. In this dream she had actually felt the fire.

"Different? How?"

"I don't know," Kaitlin stared putting the books away, " He was talking to me."

Yeah, people usually do that in dreams," Joe said. She looked at him with annoyance. "Okay, okay. What did he say?" He said trying to be supportive.

He kept yelling my name, and then yelled...find it," she put the last book up and looked back at Joe. "He was on fire."

Joe stared blankly for a while. "Okay, Uh.... Find what?"

I don't know," she leaned against the bookshelf. Joe's eyes caught site of the clock, 11:00 a.m.  "Well, then you figure it out. I have to go. My father will want something done." He looked at her."Okay?"

"Okay," Kaitlin smiled at him and he smiled back. "You know? You really need to movie out."

"Yeah, yeah. See ya' later," and he ran out of the library.

Kaitlin stood there  thinking. How would she figure it out? Did it mean anything or was she making it something it wasn't. Then she realized it was coming to the most busiest time of the day. She shook her head and went to the front of the building where the check-out desk was.

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Most of the day Kaitlin felt troubled. The dream weighed on her mind and she couldn't  stop thinking about it. The image of her father burning in the back of her head brought back painful memories. Everyone that came in that day could see the stress from the dream on her face, but when someone would ask about it she would just assure them she was okay and hadn't gotten much sleep last night. The 'not much sleep' statement was true, but was she okay?


The day was long and Kaitlin waited for it to end. The last guest came to the desk and saw the half asleep Kaitlin at her desk. "It looks like you could use some rest," he said walking up to the desk.

She laughed a little. "It's been a long day," Kaitlin took the large book he wanted to check out and looked up at him. Her eyes widened, for a moment she thought she was looking at her father. He had the same mustache, same glasses, and almost the same hair. She dropped the book on the desk, it made a loud thump that echoed through the library.

"Are you okay?" He asked in concern.

"Uh, no," Kaitlin picked the book up. "I... it's just... you..." she stuttered. "I thought you were someone I knew,"

"Oh... and this person is frightening?" He smiled a little.

"Standing in right front of me, yeah!" she look at him, noticing he looked a little confused. "You reminded me of my father... He's dead." She stamped the book and handed it to him. "Ancient Egyptian History?" She commented on the book. "Interesting book."


"Yeah, I've always been curious about ancient Egypt and a friend told me to find a book called Ancient Egyptian history, by George Delsite," the man said. Kaitlin smiled at the name of her father. "I looked all over but couldn't find it. Can you believe that? And I said to myself 'find it-" the man spoke on but those last words seem to stick in Kaitlin's head. "Find it, Find it." and she didn't hear the end of his sentence.

"Well, good-bye and thank you," the talkative man waved and walked cheerfully out of the building.

Kaitlin locked the doors, turned off the lights, picked some books up and put them back where they belonged. She walked to the back of the library to turn some lights off and walked by her father's office. She stopped and took a couple steps back. She looked at the brown wooden door with a dusty pallet nailed to the door that read her father's name. She slowly walked up to it, reached out her hand for the doorknob, and slowly wrapped her fingers around it. Kaitlin twisted it and opened the door, it squeaked as it moved. She looked in to see the old maps on the walls and papers everywhere. She envisioned her father sitting at the desk, anxiously trying to cipher ancient tests. She remembered how, when she was little, he would sit her up on his knee and let her help him. Kaitlin sighed and walked in, she flipped the light-switch and the dim light flickered on. She saw the papers and pen of what he was last working on, three years ago. She bit her lip and moved over to the desk, putting her fingers on the papers. Kaitlin looked at her father's chair and laid a hand on it. She felt a tear coming and quickly put the back of her hand to her eye. Then she remembered why she walked in. She whipped her eyes, made a determined face and sat in the chair. She was going to find out what her father meant. She rummaged through the papers on the desk and pulled open all the drawers.

Thanks for reading,

Alsyia Ariana

It is believed that Tutankhamun is the son of the Pharaoh Akheaten and his second wife Kiya. He was only around 5-feet 6-inches tall(Infacte many Egyptian rulers weren't very tall). Tut's name was Tutankhaten(Living Image of the Aten) then was changed to Tutankhamun(Living Image of Amun) a year or two into his reign, when polytheism was restored to Egypt(Tut's father had taken the unprecedented and revolutionary step of replacing the traditional old gods of Egypt with a single sun god called a Aten, which the priest of Amun were not happy about.).  Tut came to the throne at the age of nine at perhaps around 1334 B.C., ruled for for about 10 years. Shorty after becoming king, Tutankhamun married his half-sister Ankhesenamun, a daughter of Akhenaten and his first wife, Nefertiti. Not much is known about Tut's life only that it was cut short at the age of 19. No one knows the cause of death. There has been many speculations on what could of happened but nothing solid. Tut's mummy was found in 1922 by Howard Carter.

Here are some pictures I have drawn of Tut : King Tut ,  Tut and his wife,   King Tutankhamun

Thanks for reading. May God bless you.

Alysia Ariana

No one has commented on my blog in so long. I have no mesages and the person I was mesaging never responds anymore:( . I came on this site to see if I could make friends.  I don't mean to sound like I'm winning but I'm lonely and would like to have a friend. The only friends I have are my sister's friends and it's really hard to talk to them whem my sister are around.

Alysia Ariana

I'm sorry I haven't been on. I have no excuse(sp).

Thought I should post some facts about the Crystal Skull(not the Indiana Jones movie).

Researchers have claimed that there are 13 crystal skulls located in various places around the world, only five of which have so far been located. The objects themselves are models of human skulls carved from clear quartz crystal, and the examples so far recovered vary in size from a few inches to the size of a human head. Where the skulls originated or what they were used for is a mystery, but an origin with the pre-Columbian cultures of South America, such as the Aztecs and Maye, have been suggested. Without doubt the most fascinating and puzzling of these crystal skulls is the Mitchell-Hedges Skull. It also has been called the Skull of Doom. The fearsome Skull of Doom in a life-size rock which weighs around 11 pounds, 7 ounces, and is beautifully carved from a single, clear, quartz crystal. The skull features a fitted detachable jaw,  which would allow for movement, as if the head was speaking. Apart from the small flaws in the temples and cheekbone, it is an anatomically correct model of a human skull.

Hope you enjoyed that!

Alysia Ariana

Facts taken from Hidden History: Lost civilizations, secret knowledge, and ancient mysteries, by Brian Haughton

Hello everyone,

I haven't really been on in a while so I wanted to update you on what happened last Saturday.

We, my family and a friend, went to a Victorian ball that was hosted by a homeschoolling friend for something with her Girl Scouts. We got to learn the dances of the time which were kind of like the dances in Pride and Prejudice, if you ever saw the movies or any movie set in that time you know what I'm walking about, a lot of steps, skipping, and turning. They were a lot of fun and easy to learn and I got to dance with a bunch of guys I don't know.

The gowns that some of the women wore were so pretty. The gowns had big hoop skirts and they looked more Civil War era(sp) than Victorian. My dress didn't look Victorian at all. It looked more early 1800s. :P

A guy, that had asked our friend, Tawnia, and my older sister Jennifer to dance already, asked me to dance the walts with him. I was some what woried and excited to daces a walts But I guess I did pretty well because my mon said I looked like I had done it before and he said I was very good. :D

I would like to show you some pictures of the ball but they aren't on any site that would allow me to put them up here :( so here is a link to my sisters blog she put some of the pictures up because she has a photobucket acount. (I'm the one in the pink dress)

Jennifer's Blog

Have a good day, 

Alysia Ariana

Hey, everyone!

Sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. I haven't really been inspired to write anything, so I thought I would put up a link to my drawings, my Egyptian drawing to be exact, since my blog is Egyptiany. Hope you enjoy! Feal free to check out my other stuff too.

Click  Egypt

 Alysia Ariana,

Hello all people!

In April my sisters and I will be going to a ball! I'm so excited:P The is going to be a victorian styled ball. Well we have no victorian gowns, so my mon gave me a pritty pink dress she wore in the 70s or something, and gave my sister a red gown she made when she was young. This dress is one of my first dresses in a long time(not includeing Halloween costumes). The dress is really long so I have to get heels so I wont step on it. Yay! my first pare of heels!

Sorry for the face I'm making and the messy hair. We took the picture outside and its hard for me to smile and not squint outside, so I'm kind of frowning.

I also got a black dress to ware at a banquet for Valiant Air Command, Warbird Museum, that is the second week of March. I am going to ware my black boots with this dress. They're the only thing that I have that match.

When we go to the banquet and air show the next day, we will be bringing two friends with us. The first time bringing two friend with us on and trip and having a sleep-over in a motel! I so excited I can't wait. :P

Well tell me what you think!

Alysia Ariana

The oldest and only survivor of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World, thr Great Pyramid at Giza has become the symbol of ancient Egypt. The pyramid stands on the west bank of the Nile in the necropolis of Giza. The Pyramid represents the high point of pyramid building in Egypt. It is believed that it was built around 2650 B.C. as a tomb for the Egyptian pharaoh Khufu(Cheops).

The Great Pyramid is the oldest and largest of the three pyramid on the Giza Necropolis. It measures 449.5 feet in height and 750 square feet, though when it was originally constructed its height was 478 geet. It was the tallest building on Earth until the 13th century, then the 524 foot tall spire of Lincoln Cathedral in Eingland was completed. Missing from the original pyramid structure is the fine white linestone casing and its gold plated pyramidion or capstone, which topped the monument. More than 2 million blocks of stone were used in the construction of the monument, each weighing more then 2 tons!

Now I thought it would be nice to put up a shorp ancient Egyptian tale. It's called The Girl with the Rose-red Slippers, and is the earliest version of the Cinderella story.

In the last days of Ancient Egypt, not many years before the country was cunquered by the Persians, she was ruled by a Pharaoh called Amasis. So as to strengthen his country againts the threat of invasion by Cyrus of Persia, who was conquering  all the known world, he welcomed as many Greeks as wished to trade with or settle in Egypt, and gave them a city called Naucratis to be entirely their own.

In Naucratis, not far from the mouth of the Nile that flows into the sea at Canopus, there lived a wealthy Greek merchant called Charaxos. His true home was in the island of Lesbos, and the famous poetess Sappho was his sister; but he had spent most of his life trading with Egypt, and in his old age he settled at Naucratis.

One day when he was walking in the marketplace he saw a great crowd gathered round the place where the slaves were sold. Out of curiosity he pushed his way into their midst, and found that everyone was looking at a beautiful girl who had just beed set up on the stone rostrum to be sold. She was obviously a Greek with white skin and cheeks like blushing roses, and Charaxos caught his breath - for her had never seen anyone so lovely.

Consequenty, when the bidding began, Charaxos determind to buy her and, being one of the wealthiest merchants in all Naucratis, he did so without much difficulty. 

When he had bought the girl, he discovered that her name was Rhodopis and that she had beed carried away by pirates from her home in the north of Greece when she was a child. Thay had sold her to a rich man who employed many slaves on the island of Samos, and she had grown up there, one of her fellow slaves bring an ugly little man called Aesop who was always kind to her and told her the most entrancing stories and fables about animals and birds and human beings. But when she was grown up, her master wished to make some money out of so beautiful a girl and hed sent to rich Naucratis to be sold.

Charaxos listened to her tale and pitied her deeply, Indeed very soon he became quite besotted about her. He gave  he a lovely house to live in, with a garden in the middle of is and slave girls to attend on her. He heaped her with presents of jewels and beautiful clothes, and spoiled her as if she had been his own dauther.

One day a strange thing happened as Rhodopis was bathing in the marble-edged pool in her secret garden, The slave-girls were holding her clothes and quarding her jewelled girdle and her rose-red slippers of which she was particularly proud, while she lazed in the cool water - for a summer's day even in the north of Egypt grows very hot about noon.

Suddenly when all seemed quiet and peaceful, an eagle came swooping down out of the clear blue sky - down, straight down as if to attack the little group by the pool. The slave-girls dropped everything theywere holding and fled shrieking to hide among the trees and flowers of the garden; and Rhodopis rose from the water and stood with her back against the marble fountain at one end of it, gazing with wide, startled eyes.

But the eagle paid no attention to any of them. Instead, it swooped right down and picked up one of her rose-red slippers in its talons. Then it soared up into the air again on its great wings and, still carrying the slipper, flew away to the south over the valley of the Nile.

Rhodopis wept at the loos of her rose-red slipper. feeling sure the she would never see it again, and sorry also to have lost anything that Charaxos had given to her.

Bur the eagle seemed to have been sent by the the gods - perhaps by Horus himself whose sacred bird he was. For he flew straight up the Nile to Memphis and the swooped down towards the plalac.

At that hour Pharaoh Amasis sat in the great courtyard doing justice to his people and hearing any complaints that they wish to bring.

Down over the courtyard swooped the eagle and dropped the rose-red slipper Rhodopis into Pharoah's lap.

The people cried in surprise when they saw thism abd Amasis too was much taken aback. But, as he took up the little rose-red slipper and asmire the delicate workmanship and the tiny size of it, he felt that the girl whose foot it was must indeed be one of the loveliest in the world.

Indeed Amasis the Pharoah was so moved by what had happened that he issued a decree.  "Let my messengers go forth through all the citied of the Delta and, if need be, into Upper Egypt to the very borders of my kingdom. Let them take with them the rose-red slipper which the divine bird of Horus has brought me, and let them declare that her from whose foot this slipper came shall be the bride of the Pharoah!"

Then the messengers prostrated themselves crying, "Life, health, strength be to Pharoah! Pharoah has spoken and his command shal be obeyed!"

So they set forth from Memphis and went by way of Heliopolis and Tanis and Canopus until they came to Naucratis. Here they heard of the rich merchant Charaxos and of how he had bought the beautiful Greek girl in the slave market, and how he was lavishing all his wealth upon her as if she had been a princess put in his care by the Gods.

So they went to the great house beside the Nile and found Rhodopis in the quiet garden beside the pool. When they showed her the rose-red slipper she cried out in surprise that it was hers. She held out her foot so that they could see how well it fitted her; and she bade one of the slave girls to fetch the pair to it which she had kept carefully in memory of her strange adventure with the eagle.

Then the messengers knew that this was the girl whom Pharoah had sent them to find, and they knelt before her and said, "The good gos Pharoah Amasis - life, health, strength be to him! - bids you come with all speed to his palace at Memphis. There you shall be treates with all hunour and given a high place in his Royal House of Women: for her believes that Horus the son of Isis and Osiris sent that eagle to bring the rose-red slipper and cause him to search for you."

Such a command could not be disobeyed. Rhodopis bade farewell to Charaxos, who was torn between joy at her good fortune and sorrow at his loss, and set out for Memphis.

And when Amasis saw her beauty, he was sure that the gods had sent sent her to him. He did not merely take her into his Royal House of Women, he made her his Queen and the Royal Lady of Egypt. And they lived happily together for the rest of their lives and died a year before the coming of Cambyses the Persian.

The End

I hope you all enjoyed that story.

Alysia Ariana

Facts taken from Brian Haughton's Hidden History: Lost civilizations, secret knowledge' and ancient mysteries.

Story taked from Roger Lancelyn Green's Tales of Ancient Egypt.

Well I don't dave much to walk about. I added some of my fan fic character dolls that my sister made. She was going to make the rest but the new program dosen't let her make the backgrowns invisable. I also put music on, it's mosty Stargate music and one Van Helsing. I wanted to put music from the Mummy and Mummy Returns to match my blog, but no one has them, foohy.

Last night me, my sister Jennifer, and my mom watched a silent movie that was made in 1927 or something like that. The quality was surprisingly good ans it was an interesting movie about two guys in Wold War I who flew airplanes and both in love with the same girl. The movie ended at 10:30 and we had to go to bed at 10:00 so I did get to see the end, to see if any of the guys servived.

Now I will post some facts about Muchu Picchu: Lost City of the Incas,

Machu Picchu(Old Peak), is located in a semi-tropical area 7,000 feet above sea level in the Andes Mountains of Peru. 170 miles northwest of Cuzco, The capital city of the Inca Emire. The Incas were the last of the advanced native societies of the Andes before the arrival of the Eouropeans. Machu Picchu was built betwen 1460 A.D and 1470 A.D by  Inca ruler and founding father of the Ince Empire, Pachacuti Inca Yupanqui. What a name!

Muchu Picchu was Known only to a few local farmers until in 1911 a man named Hiram Bingham was lead by one of the farmers to the city. It had been remarkably well-preserved 400 years atfer it had been mysteriously abandoned by its inhabitants. Bingham was the first so describe Machu Picchu as "the Lost City of the Incas".

 Alysia Ariana,

Facts taken from Brian Hauchton's Hidden History   - Lost civilizations, secret knowledge, and ancient mysteries.

The Sphinx is the largest surviving sculpture from the ancient world, measuring 241 feet in length and in parts 65 feet in height. Really big cat-dude! Parts of the uraeus (a sacred cobra that protected from evil), the nose, and ritual beard are missing; the beard is now displayed in the British Museum.

The purpose of the Sphinx had now become a little plainer. The Egyptian Atlanteans had built it as their grandest statue, their sublimest figure of remembrance, and they had dedicated it to their Light-god, the Sun.   -Paul Brunton

Quote and facts taken from Brian Haughton's Hidden History - lost civilizations, secret knowledge, and ancient mysteries.

Hello, My name is Alysia, I am 15, a Christan and have recently joined. I have never blogged befor and I am not very good at writing, so I'm not sure what to say.

I joined hoping to make freinds(since I only have one), that enjoy what i love too. And to get better at my writing skills!

Well not much to say so... I will put this post to a close.

Alysia Ariana