Mystery of the Olgas
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Two teenage siblings, two Aboriginal brothers, two itinerant miners of dubious character
Two poisonous snakes, one Aboriginal guardian spirit and one bag of lost gold ore
All thrown into the mix in the Olgas in Central Australia, and what do you have? Mystery of the Olgas Jessica tumbled down into the belly of darkness, silence. It was as if the ancient land had been waiting for her, waiting for this moment. Suddenly, out of the black, "Jess " Her brother's voice, a lifeline, even as she tumbled. Unseen dust and debris tumbled with her, stinging her eyes, clogging her throat. "Uuhmph," She hit the ground with a jarring thud that knocked the wind out of her. Lying there, she did not move for a few seconds until she recovered her breathing. "Tim, where are you?" Her hands reaching out in the darkness, grasping for his familiar grip. "Can't see a thing," Tim muttered while he fumbled in his pocket for the flashlight he always carried. His fingers closed around it and flicked the switch. The light flashed weakly, then died - a useless tool against the oppressive gloom. "Great," he sighed, his attempt at sarcasm faltering against the tangible fear that now enveloped them. "Tim, talk to me so I can hear where you are." "Keep talking Jess." Arms outstretched, Tim moved in the direction of Jessica's voice. Instinctively she did the same, following her brother's voice. Seconds later, "Ow, that was my nose. You found me." "Sshh. Something's here with us," Jessica murmured. "Something? Nice time to get mystical," Tim quipped, his brave front faltering. Before they could exchange another word, a soft luminescence appeared in front of them, gentle at first, then growing in intensity until it bathed the cavern in a soft penetrating glow. In the centre of the glow, a shimmering form appeared, floating, almost human in appearance, tall, with eyes that glowed like coals on a dark night, black skin that rippled as it moved its overly long arms and legs, while the long neck wobbled as it held up an over-sized head crowned by a mass of long, wild, unkempt hair. "Who are ... who are you?" stammered Jessica, her voice a mix of awe and alarm. "I am Tjunkaya. The spirit of this cave, a keeper of stories, a watcher of pathways, and while you are in this cave, I am your guardian against bad spirits."
Two poisonous snakes, one Aboriginal guardian spirit and one bag of lost gold ore
All thrown into the mix in the Olgas in Central Australia, and what do you have? Mystery of the Olgas Jessica tumbled down into the belly of darkness, silence. It was as if the ancient land had been waiting for her, waiting for this moment. Suddenly, out of the black, "Jess " Her brother's voice, a lifeline, even as she tumbled. Unseen dust and debris tumbled with her, stinging her eyes, clogging her throat. "Uuhmph," She hit the ground with a jarring thud that knocked the wind out of her. Lying there, she did not move for a few seconds until she recovered her breathing. "Tim, where are you?" Her hands reaching out in the darkness, grasping for his familiar grip. "Can't see a thing," Tim muttered while he fumbled in his pocket for the flashlight he always carried. His fingers closed around it and flicked the switch. The light flashed weakly, then died - a useless tool against the oppressive gloom. "Great," he sighed, his attempt at sarcasm faltering against the tangible fear that now enveloped them. "Tim, talk to me so I can hear where you are." "Keep talking Jess." Arms outstretched, Tim moved in the direction of Jessica's voice. Instinctively she did the same, following her brother's voice. Seconds later, "Ow, that was my nose. You found me." "Sshh. Something's here with us," Jessica murmured. "Something? Nice time to get mystical," Tim quipped, his brave front faltering. Before they could exchange another word, a soft luminescence appeared in front of them, gentle at first, then growing in intensity until it bathed the cavern in a soft penetrating glow. In the centre of the glow, a shimmering form appeared, floating, almost human in appearance, tall, with eyes that glowed like coals on a dark night, black skin that rippled as it moved its overly long arms and legs, while the long neck wobbled as it held up an over-sized head crowned by a mass of long, wild, unkempt hair. "Who are ... who are you?" stammered Jessica, her voice a mix of awe and alarm. "I am Tjunkaya. The spirit of this cave, a keeper of stories, a watcher of pathways, and while you are in this cave, I am your guardian against bad spirits."
Format:Paperback
Language:English
ISBN:B0DLH9KTGG
ISBN13:9798344834283
Release Date:November 2024
Publisher:Independently Published
Length:228 Pages
Weight:0.68 lbs.
Dimensions:0.5" x 6.0" x 9.0"
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