LUCK'S DIARY: A Change in Fortune

CHAPTER 2

Keone woke with a start. Her vision was blurry and she had no recollection of where she was until the altar came into view a few seconds later. Scarmbling to get up, she knocked the leverand it made a sound almost like a wail. Paying no attention to it, she turned around to grab her camera, and was face to face yet again with something unexpainably remarkable.

At the center of the altar, sitting atop a pedestal, was a journal of sorts with intricate patterns on the cover.

"I swear if something else magically appears, I'm gonna lose my mind.", she grumbles, secretly teeming with excitement.

Dusting off her pants, she picked up the her camera and pointed it at the book, intending to take a picture. Strangely, when she looked through the lens, the book seemed to have vanished. When she looked up it was still there.

Frustrated but amazed, she tentatively stalked towards the book and placed her hand on it.

"I can feel it so it's definitely there," she thought aloud, "I just can't see it throught the camera."

Keone sighed in disappointment, realizing she wouldn't be able to have any pictures of such a phenomenal artifact. She took her hand off of it and leaned in closer to study the design. It was like nothing she's seen before.

The book itself was made of a material unlike any other she knew of. It was an irredescent blue with specks of light that looked like stars moving around it. Almost like someone used a piece of the galaxy to make it. There were swirls of different yet unified patterns encased in a border, both made of a shifting gold matter. In the center, was a simple but mesmerizing four-leafed clover.

The longer Keone spent staring at the book, the more she felt drawn to it. It's as if it was calliing out to her. Still enchanted by the strange book, Keone grabbed it off the pedestal before snapping back to her senses. Horrified by what she did, she anxiously looked around for any traps that could've possibly been set.

As she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a low rumble was heard from the ground and more cracks running acroos the ceiling and walls. Thinking it to be another earthquake, Keone secured the book and her camera and made a dash for the exit. The altar itself was not very big, actually it was on the smaller scale, yet the faster Keone ran the farther away the exit seemed to be.

"Ughh!", she grunted, "I did not survive 26 years just to die like this!"

Cursing her shitty luck, Keone held the book tighter and ran faster the she ever did, quite literally running for her life. The altar was crumbling even more with every step she took and the rumbling was thundering in her ears, disorientating her thoughts. Closing her eyes and trying to take deep breaths, she concentrated solely on getting out of the altar before making a final dive for the exit.

When she opened them again, it was dark she was laying on her stomach with the book on the ground in front of her and her camera off to the side. She quickly turned around, nervously anticipating the actual ruins she expected to find earlier but there was nothing. Not a single pebble or plant that seemed out of place. Keone decided that she's had enough of this place for one day a dn packed up her things, gingerly placing the book in her bag and huffed at the extra weight as she just now realized how heavy it was.

Taking one last look at the now empty plot, she scurried to the path which she came from and followed it back to her rented jeep. Shaken and desperately in need of a good night's sleep, she eagerly waited to get back home and tell her only friend, Vincent, about this bizzare yet thrilling experience.