Disclaimer: I did not create the Adventures of Tintin
Author's Note: Take it easy on me, this is my first fanfic ever and I'm super excited to get started. I welcome review, but please excuse me if there are some problems since this is my first one. Thanks and enjoy!
Ch. 1 In the Tomb
"Come on Snowy!" Called the bright, blue-eyed Belgian reporter to his trusty dog. "We don't want to be late, and on our first day too!"
The boy reported tried to smooth down his gingery tuft of hair, but it instantly returned to its original position. He was in Egypt helping to excavate another tomb and hoping it wouldn't turn out like what happened to him in "The Cigars of the Pharaoh". The warm wind blew in his face as he and Snowy loaded into the jeep and headed out towards the excavation site.
"This is going to be so exciting Snowy! Imagine, another tomb found."
Snowy barked happily and settled down in the passenger seat and fell asleep. He awakened when they arrived.
"Ah, Tintin my friend. It's a pleasure to see you again."
"To be precise: it's a pleasure to see you." Came the voices of Tintin's longtime friends the detectives Thompson and Thomson.
"Good to see you too, I'm not too late am I?" He asked glancing over his shoulder, looking for Snowy.
"No, of course not." Thompson stated as Tintin noticed Snowy wasn't anywhere behind him.
"Oh, good..." Tintin trailed off and began searching for his dog.
"Snowy!" he yelled when he found him, sitting near the excavators and chewing happily on a bone he'd found.
"Snowy, stop that this instant! You know you're not supposed to chew on historic artifacts, how many times do I have to tell you?"
Tintin swiped the bone from the white terrier and glanced at him furiously. Snowy sighed and got up, he knew better than to test his friend's patience. It was only going to get him in more trouble.
Finding his way back to the Thomsons' Tintin looked down into the tomb they were beginning to uncover.
"Is it safe to go in yet?" he asked, anxious to find what mysteries it was holding.
"I believe it is, no one has gone in yet though." Came the response.
Nodding, the young reporter made his decision. He was going in. Tintin started down the uncovered stairs with Snowy trailing his heels. Borrowing a flashlight (or torch) he was surrounded by darkness in the large, looming cavern. The walls were decorated in paintings and hieroglyphics of all sorts. Snowy wanted to warn Tintin to watch where he was walking, but it was already too late.
"Ahhh!" He called out. His voice echoed in the giant tomb. "Quick Snowy, go get help!"
Snowy barked once to show his agreement and that was the last he saw of his master, the pit he had fallen into closed over with a giant rock.