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Chapter 1: A Piece of the Past
Water lapped onto her feet as the hopeful thoughts in her mind began to vanquish. She had been pondering for too long on why she was there. There was nothing waiting for her at the near desolate beach. There were only reminders of a time that had passed. She longed for much more as she gave a deep sigh. But buried in the sands of vanquished artifacts she always had a feeling. There was history to be told somewhere and every item had it's own story. But today had been an exhausting effort. She nearly spent the entire day searching through the relics only to uncover a few broken mundane trinkets. Surely they would provide a few days wage for the average treasure hunter (alias pawn shop hawker, bum etc). But her search was more than the mere find of money. Her meek weekly wages easily reflected that. She chose her profession for love and because of the desire to learn from a past. Whether it was a past of her own or of that of another civilization it did not matter. She only thirsted for the knowledge that she knew somehow must have been lost. As she picked up an unknown object dejected thoughts soon disappeared. Among the usual broken items sat an armlet. Though it was not unusual to find jewelry among relics especially of a "dead" civilization that had very few visitors, this particular object had been a very rare find.
"Ambrose!" she somehow managed to scream as she scanned the area. With little searching a small dark haired man popped his head up from behind a large rock nearby.
"What did you find?" he quizzed as he lifted his baseball hat slightly.
"I'm not sure, come see if you can decipher. I have a feeling that this may be from one of the periods that we are looking for", she responded with a slight quiver in her voice as she callously dropped the other items she was holding to coddle the new precious mystery.
"Humph, hopefully something more interesting than broken cups. I am getting very sick at finding the same specimens. We need something more relevant than this." The small man replied as she hastily placed down several broken pottery items and heartily came towards the other anthropologist.
"See this mark, I know I have seen this before", she pointed to obscure scribing that appeared on the side of the bangle. With slight shakiness she carefully handed the rare object over to the man who now scurried over.
"You realize that this may not be from Zanarkand", the senior scientist replied as he pulled out a pair of spectacles from his muddy pink shirt pocket.
"I extremely doubt that Ambrose. The writing is in the Al Bhed language", she smirked as if stating the obvious.
"Well, I will be damned", the scientist scratched his head knocking a sweaty ball cap from his slightly balding head.
"If I am correct, that item must be from the isle of Besaid, look at the artisan style and the writing on the inside has a short praise towards Yevon." The middle-aged woman casually pushed blonde hair from her soiled forehead.
"I can't argue in that regard..", he paused as he pulled out a handkerchief from a plump rear short pocket. "But then explain why there is writing in the Al Bhed language on the outside of this bangle then. This is an extreme contradiction of cultures we are talking about here, Eowan. It is a well- known fact that the Al Bhed's and the Besaid did not see eye to eye on many things. ", He continued as he re-adjusted his spectacles and shifted his weight off a sore plump leg.
"Exactly, how can it be explained other than.you know", she gave a wide toothy grin. "Oh no, not that nonsense about "Sin" again and the Aeons. I find the old wives tales fascinating but not a speck of proof has been found to prove it is nothing more than a religious battle. You know how I am damn against all this magic speculation. It's like saying that Excalibur and the Avalon really existed outside of legend. It's damn preposterous." the elder scientist scoffed as she gave a sigh and looked down.
"Then how else can you explain this? This is not the usual sort of thing that we find." the anthropologist attempted to reason even though she knew it was futile.
"Simple, an Al Bhed possibly a loner or someone in hiding came across the Besaid people, became friends or traded, got the item and did some traveling. It is as simple as that. We don't need to make a romanticizing theory to explain it. We have not found enough scientific evidence to prove anything otherwise and you are very well aware of that.," the small scientist reminded with his vast years of experience. It was thinking like this that made her realize that the field of science could be as narrow- minded or as limited as the believers of religions. A view was often kept within acceptable insight. Anything out of the boundaries was considered abnormal or of lunacy. She realized she would have to keep her opinions to herself, at least till there was a time in which she would be able to prove her point.
Chapter 1: A Piece of the Past
Water lapped onto her feet as the hopeful thoughts in her mind began to vanquish. She had been pondering for too long on why she was there. There was nothing waiting for her at the near desolate beach. There were only reminders of a time that had passed. She longed for much more as she gave a deep sigh. But buried in the sands of vanquished artifacts she always had a feeling. There was history to be told somewhere and every item had it's own story. But today had been an exhausting effort. She nearly spent the entire day searching through the relics only to uncover a few broken mundane trinkets. Surely they would provide a few days wage for the average treasure hunter (alias pawn shop hawker, bum etc). But her search was more than the mere find of money. Her meek weekly wages easily reflected that. She chose her profession for love and because of the desire to learn from a past. Whether it was a past of her own or of that of another civilization it did not matter. She only thirsted for the knowledge that she knew somehow must have been lost. As she picked up an unknown object dejected thoughts soon disappeared. Among the usual broken items sat an armlet. Though it was not unusual to find jewelry among relics especially of a "dead" civilization that had very few visitors, this particular object had been a very rare find.
"Ambrose!" she somehow managed to scream as she scanned the area. With little searching a small dark haired man popped his head up from behind a large rock nearby.
"What did you find?" he quizzed as he lifted his baseball hat slightly.
"I'm not sure, come see if you can decipher. I have a feeling that this may be from one of the periods that we are looking for", she responded with a slight quiver in her voice as she callously dropped the other items she was holding to coddle the new precious mystery.
"Humph, hopefully something more interesting than broken cups. I am getting very sick at finding the same specimens. We need something more relevant than this." The small man replied as she hastily placed down several broken pottery items and heartily came towards the other anthropologist.
"See this mark, I know I have seen this before", she pointed to obscure scribing that appeared on the side of the bangle. With slight shakiness she carefully handed the rare object over to the man who now scurried over.
"You realize that this may not be from Zanarkand", the senior scientist replied as he pulled out a pair of spectacles from his muddy pink shirt pocket.
"I extremely doubt that Ambrose. The writing is in the Al Bhed language", she smirked as if stating the obvious.
"Well, I will be damned", the scientist scratched his head knocking a sweaty ball cap from his slightly balding head.
"If I am correct, that item must be from the isle of Besaid, look at the artisan style and the writing on the inside has a short praise towards Yevon." The middle-aged woman casually pushed blonde hair from her soiled forehead.
"I can't argue in that regard..", he paused as he pulled out a handkerchief from a plump rear short pocket. "But then explain why there is writing in the Al Bhed language on the outside of this bangle then. This is an extreme contradiction of cultures we are talking about here, Eowan. It is a well- known fact that the Al Bhed's and the Besaid did not see eye to eye on many things. ", He continued as he re-adjusted his spectacles and shifted his weight off a sore plump leg.
"Exactly, how can it be explained other than.you know", she gave a wide toothy grin. "Oh no, not that nonsense about "Sin" again and the Aeons. I find the old wives tales fascinating but not a speck of proof has been found to prove it is nothing more than a religious battle. You know how I am damn against all this magic speculation. It's like saying that Excalibur and the Avalon really existed outside of legend. It's damn preposterous." the elder scientist scoffed as she gave a sigh and looked down.
"Then how else can you explain this? This is not the usual sort of thing that we find." the anthropologist attempted to reason even though she knew it was futile.
"Simple, an Al Bhed possibly a loner or someone in hiding came across the Besaid people, became friends or traded, got the item and did some traveling. It is as simple as that. We don't need to make a romanticizing theory to explain it. We have not found enough scientific evidence to prove anything otherwise and you are very well aware of that.," the small scientist reminded with his vast years of experience. It was thinking like this that made her realize that the field of science could be as narrow- minded or as limited as the believers of religions. A view was often kept within acceptable insight. Anything out of the boundaries was considered abnormal or of lunacy. She realized she would have to keep her opinions to herself, at least till there was a time in which she would be able to prove her point.