The Hand Of Time

The heat coming from the desert was enough to prepare a fully cooked meal but this didn't disturb Slavia Djokovic as he worked under his little shade in Egypt. Research has brought him this far and he was close, he could feel it. The creations of the worlds greatest inventions. He has gotten the last formula for this invention at the tomb of the great Egypt emperor who lived thousands of years ago.

Djokovic stared at the formulas written in front of him with so much admiration, it has taken seven years to get this letters and figures together. The whole world had thought he was crazy over but he had cared less. Even his family has left him after he had refused to stop his research. "I was going to get Sonia back" he will always tell them "I will go back in time and warn her of the dangers ahead" he would yell at the top of his voice remembering his late wife.

It didn't take that much time to create the machine as it took in finding the formulas. He had come with almost all the equipments he needed and the one he didn't have with him, he invented.

He powered the machine and watched as it power blew off the bulbs that were in houses meters away. The bright light coming from the hole created by the machine made him squint his eyes a little bit.

He looked around for a moment before stepping into light, he had one person in mind, Sonia.