Skyfinder

During the first millennium, strange men with red hair had floated westward on rafts from the coast of Peru. They discovered the island called Tahitutaumotu; a place scarcely named in the legendry of Polynesian tribes scattered across the South Pacific. A place shrouded in mystery; a place that had been impossible to find, and yet Baxter Copeland had found it! Somehow, when no one, not even Baxter himself had known where—and perhaps more importantly when—to look, against all odds, he had found it! It was in the labyrinthine lava tubes under the mountain that the red haired men from Peru had discovered something remarkable; something that had potentially changed the course of history many times—something that always made its way into the outside world and then always found its way back again. It was here that they had built their temple; for the artifact they discovered glowed in the darkness of the caverns with an unearthly light. The same relic that Baxter now carried in a backpack lined with a special foil to keep the light in, and which he knew—he could not be sure how—weighed exactly eighty-five pounds, though it was small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. Now, if only he could remember: "Is this the beginning or the end?"