Lost Scrolls of the Holy Beclay

By J. K. Haugen

**** Exciting New Sci-Fi Adventure Series****After discovering an ancient book that was frozen deep under the ice in Greenland, John and Sarah find themselves on a spectacular adventure. In Book 1 of this Science Fiction / Fantasy Adventure Series, they find themselves left stranded in the wilderness. Trying to solve a mystery that has been waiting for them for millennia. They discover proof, that there may have been another group of people here on Earth thousands of centuries before us. As they try to figure out what happened to our prehistoric brethren, they find that they may be the only two people who can save man kind and the modern world from extinction. This is a fast paced and fun story that will captivate and intrigue you. It's a thought provoking adventure that invokes vivid imagery as well as emotional connection to the Characters, and it takes the reader on a grand adventure to save Mankind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. K. Haugen
• Release date: Oct 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310435416

J. K. Haugen

About the AuthorJason Kyle Haugen, lives in the small town of Moses Lake, Washington where he and his family own and operate a local small business. He makes his living as a Computer Repair Technician and is also an Artist and an Author.Jason has worked in retail management and advertising for most of his adult life, and was also a professional photographer for many years. He is an outdoor enthusiast who loves to camp, hike and fish and does an abundance of those activities in the beautiful area in which he lives, in The Columbia Basin region of Washington State.The First book in his,(Lost Scrolls) Series, "Lost Scrolls of the Holy Beclay" is a thought provoking adventure that invokes vivid imagery as well as emotional connection to the Characters, and takes the reader on a grand adventure to save Mankind.

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Lost Scrolls of the Holy Beclay

By J. K. Haugen

Copyright 2013 J. K. Haugen

Published by J. K. Haugen E-Publishing at Smashwords

Dedication:

This book is dedicated to my children and to my mom who is my biggest fan…I love you all

Prologue:

If you are reading this, then myself and my kind are long gone. And this book is most likely battered and torn and eroded from the dirt. I pray to Agodah (the creator of everything) that the words and meanings do not change because of translation and speculation or because this parchment is no longer whole or has been smudged in the sands of time.

My name is Ayden and I leave this book to you, (any who will survive or be reborn) in hopes that you have evolved enough to translate these texts and to understand what has befallen my people. I pray that there may be enough time for you to save yours. If I am to warn you of our ending, then I must start from the beginning even though it is the middle that is the most important.

Chapter 1

The Beginning... Again

In the beginning Agodah created our planet and everything that inhabits her soil.  Before he came, there was nothing, a darkness that seemed unending. We know this from our sacred writings we call the Beclay.

The Beclay was first spoken thousands of years before I was born, thousands of years before my furthest known relatives were born. It was spoken down (from parent to child and so on) for one-hundred generations before it was finally put into written words, and that was two thousand years before my life began.

It is our oldest known history and is the story that is mostly believed by our people. However, as I will later explain, the story has changed over the centuries. It has been misinterpreted and sometimes intentionally skewed in order to serve the agendas of those who would want to remain in power.

The main ideas and morals of stories that it tells, are still very much the same as they were all those years ago when the Beclay was first whispered from a father to his children. Parts of the Beclay have since been lost. And now, as I tell you the story of my people, I will also tell you the story of the Beclay.

Not until close to the end of our civilization did we finally understand how the story of the Beclay and our own story, were very much the same. If I am correct, the story of your people will be also.

And so, before Agodah came there was nothing, a darkness that seemed unending.  So he cleared the sky and there was light. It was so beautiful, the first sunrise. It was so amazing that all who lived in the sky with Agodah cried. And from their tears, the seas were born.

For most of my life this was the part of the story that was taken literally. That Agodah had made our blue skies and with a thought, made the sun. Out of his divine power came the great bodies of water that cover our planet. In a way, I guess it could all be true. Back when our history began, the people who were there who witnessed these glorious spectacles would have had no other way of explaining such wonders.

As time has gone by and our understanding of the world around us has grown, these same wonders are an everyday occurrence. We now have machines that can change the clouds in the sky. They can end years of drought and make infertile dried up lands green with life. We have great flying ships, thousands of which fill the skies every day. There are many more wondrous things that ordinary people use in our everyday lives.

As you continue to read this, please understand that my people are not Agodahs. We are men, just like you. We have no supernatural powers only intelligent minds, just like your people most likely do.

I do not know how far intellectually your people have evolved. And so, I am uneasy about going into too much detail about our world. I believe there is a natural progression of evolution that is followed. This is what my people call Agodah's plan.

I fear that if I were to give you too much knowledge too soon that it could very much hasten the end of your world as you now know it. However, I also believe that there are some things you do need to know so that you can warn your people.

I entrust this knowledge to you, the one who has found this book. It is your destiny to protect it with your life. You have been chosen by Agodah to be the one. And so I must believe that it was meant to be. You are not the first nor will you be the last...

Where did you find this scroll? John said in utter disbelief Are there more pages? Where did you find it? And how old do you think it....

Wait Mark quickly interrupted, I know you have lots of questions. I'll answer every one of them, but I need to know... Can you read it? Y...Ya...Yes I... I think so John said with a quiver in his voice. It’s incredible! Is it authentic?

Yeah said Mark with a crooked smile and a raised eyebrow. We pulled it from a site in northern Greenland. It was almost Nine miles down under a glacier in the ruins of what seems to be an ancient shipping port of some kind. Carbon dating shows it to be from around 255,000 years BC.

What? exclaimed John, That’s impossible! One of the earliest known homo-sapiens, Omo I, was found in Ethiopia and he was only around 200,000 years old. Even he still showed Neanderthal like features. There’s no way, that they were writing books like this, sit'n around the campfire, grunting at each other.

Well said Mark, I’m telling you, that this is at least 50,000 years older than Omo. But how? said John, How could paper or hide or whatever this is, be so well preserved over millennia? "It's not paper or hide John. It’s something I’ve never seen before, lighter than spider web but stronger than steel.

We tried to remove a small piece for examining... it broke every blade in the lab. John, Mark said in a quiet but firm voice, This could be the most important find in all of human history. Yeah, the most important find in our history anyway. John thought to himself, as his mind was filled with the words he had somehow been able to read, still running through his head.

Why am I able to read this scroll? John pondered to himself. I've never seen anything like these characters before. Is it just my Imagination? The letters…they just seemed to change right in front of me, did they? Did Mark see it too? Why didn’t he say anything if he did see them change? I have so many questions and no answers. I need more time to read the rest.

Okay! John shouted. Ok what? Mark replied with a small giggle in his voice and a look of confusion painted on his face. Ok I’ll do it. said John. But I haven’t even told you why I asked you to come? mark said back inquisitively. You needed a translation right? I'll do it, John said, But I’ll need some time, and I’ll need the original pages sent to my lab in Seattle.

A voice from the other room came into earshot of John. Did I hear somebody say, they think they’re gonna take my book? A small, thin and athletic woman came walking into the lab where John and Mark stood. She had long red hair, pulled back into a ponytail on the back of her head.

She came right up face to face with John. He looked down at her and caught himself staring into the deepest and brightest green eyes he'd ever seen. It seemed she caught him staring too. You can close your mouth now she said with a wink and a smile. Uh hum... He pretended to clear his throat as he quickly looked down and grinned with the look of embarrassment on his face.

John, this is my daughter Sarah. Mark said. That’s Dr. Sarah Warren, she said with confidence as she reached her hand out towards John. And you can't take my book! What are ya, some kinda government guy or someth'n? No Sara, this is John, ha… sorry, Dr John Williams, he corrected himself, slightly mocking her, "He's an expert in ancient writings and languages, and he's an old friend.

Well not that old, obviously. she said in a joking manner, Some kinda boy genius huh? Something like that. said John, I called John here, hoping that he could help translate some of the book. He needs to take it back to where he has ... Where I have more resource material John quickly interrupted. Well, where ever that book goes, I go. she said, So if you want it… you get me

Great! Um, I mean… that would be ok... I guess. John said in an innocent but excited voice, We’ll leave as soon as I can book us a flight. Oh no need, we'll just take the chopper she said with a smile. Chopper? asked John in a shaky voice, looking at mark, God I hate helicopters

No worries! said Sarah, I'm a great pilot. What? John cried, You’re the pilot?  Mark, what the hell have you gotten me into this time? I'll just pack a bag and we're outa here Sarah said with excitement. Yeah that’s what I'm afraid of. John murmured under his breath, with sarcasm.

At the Helipad John climbed up into the chopper with an uneasy look on his face. Now you’re sure you can fly this thing right? he said with a playful smirk. I think so. she said in jest, I got my pilots license last week. she added, giving him back just as much B.S. as he was sending her way.

John liked this pretty little firecracker of a woman. She seemed to be, as strong willed and cocky, as she was beautiful. She didn’t seem intimidated by anything, even a Boy Genius as she called him. This was a nice change for John. Women often found him to be a bit of a know-it-all and they tended to shy away from him. As hard as he tried not to be, he always felt awkward around them.

Even though, John was terrified to be flying in this death trap, especially one that closely resembled a VW Bug with propeller blades, he jumped up into the cab and put on his headset with confidence. He was wearing a big smile like he'd done it a thousand times before. He hid the fact that he was clutching the door handle so tight that his knuckles were beginning to turn white.

Are you fly'n us? she asked him. No way! said John. Well, in that case, that’s my seat. she said with a smile. Oh sorry, he said scooting over into the other seat. So much for looking cool. he thought.

She smiled as she climbed up and sat in the pilot’s seat. She knew exactly what he was thinking, and she was flattered. However, she wasn’t about to let him know it. Ok got your parachute? she yelled into the headset microphone, and giggled as she started the engine. Ha ha, he said back.

Just then, his stomach felt like it hit the floor next to his feet. Sarah plunged the