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characters, I'm simply borrowing them.
The naked sun beat down on a stone pyramid nestled between mountains and grassy plains,heat shimmered in the air, creating a haze that obscured the small figure crouched at the base of the ancient stone, soft words drifted out over the plains, blending with the soft sound of tool steel striking stone.
"...Gortoz a ran........Gortozet 'm eus, gortozet pell........E skeud teñval tourioù gell...... .....E skeud teñval tourioù gell......."
Sweat beaded on his forehead as the hammer rose and fell, striking the wooden base of the chisel in a counterpoint to the tune he sung. Long dark hair streamed down his back, tied at the nape of his neck with a slender leather cord that streched as long as the hair it held. Dark eyes stood out from the rest of his pale face in sharp contrast, as if trying to make up for the lack of color as much as the hair did.
"............E skeud teñval an tourioù glav..............C'hwi am gwelo 'c'hortoz atav.............. .....C'hwi am gwelo 'c'hortoz atav.........."
A small smile curved his lips as the chisel continued it's endless pattern of rising and falling, he wasn't sure why the mood had suddenly struck him to sing that particular song, perhaps it was because of this discovery. The rough yellow stone had been calling out to him, calling out ever since he arrived on earth, ever since he first set eyes on it, nestled away fromt he rest of the world in a nature preserve like a fox backing into it's den. He was sure that was why he chose that song to sing, it's meaning fit too perfectly to be anything but a calling.
"........Un deiz a vo 'teuio en-dro..............Dreist ar morioù, dreist ar maezioù ............. ......Dreist ar maezioù, dreist ar morioù.........."
Shifting the chisel to another spot he had marked in red chalk he mused over the meaning to those words, the fitting was to perfect to be anything but a summons........
"...........I'm Waiting...........I was waiting, waiting for a long time.............In the dark shadow of grey towers
.................In the dark shadow of grey towers........In the dark shadow of rain towers.............
..............You will see me waiting forever............You will see me waiting forever.........
The words were a summons, he had been singing that song ever since he had landed on earth, from the moment his boots had touched the permacrete strip his ship had landed on, for days he had sung that song softly to himself, before he stumbled onto the pyramid in the nature preserve. Twin spires of dark rock cast long shadows over it, slick with the rain that beat down on it, the day he had first set eyes on the structure that was calling him.
"..............One day it will come back............Over the seas, over the lands............ ...............Over the lands, over the seas.........."
He moved the chisel again, to another spot he had marked in chalk, there was something about the little square that jutted out of the yellow stone, as if something was hidden there and was begging to be found. Flipping the chisel over in his hand he struck sharply with the hammer, the rounded wooden base cracked against the stone, collapsing it inward. Bending closer he carefully pulled the broken stone away, he had estimated the pyramids age at around three to four thousand years old, but the metal glinting in the harsh sunlight threw that estimate to the winds.
"......I'm waiting.........I was waiting........waiting for a long time........"
The metal was in good condition for it's age, but his heart began to hammer in his chest as more of the stone was cleared away. The small control pannel was nearly five thousand years old, if his estimation was correct, this was a relic of the second millenium, far older than he thought, and older than the stone it was set in.
"..............One day it will come back............Over the seas, over the lands............ ...............Over the lands, over the seas.........."
Brushing his fingertips over the dust covered surface he gazed at the symbols in a similar shade of yellow as the stone he had just broken through, a single eye stared back at him, the eye souldn't have surprised him, not after all his years studying archeology, but it did.
"........The eye of Hourus......"
His voice was steady despite how shaken he felt, a light soft sound that faded away quickly in the heat of the afternoon. Brushing sweat away from his forehead with the back of his hand he lightly pressed the center of the eye, surely that was where a switch would be hidden, egyptian's liked to keep their construction the same every time. The soft hiss of pistons announced the opening of the hidden doors, a hairline appeared in the seamless stone and quickly grew to a door way eight feet tall and half as wide.
"......One day it will come back.......Over the seas, over the lands......... ......Over the lands, over the seas...."
Hefting his backpack he stepped through the doorway camly, cool air chilled his damp skin and plastered his shirt to his chest, pausing only to return his tools to their pouch he slung the backpack onto his shoulders and walked down the hall, glancing at the hieroglyphics portraying a slender man with spiky hair standing before five cloaked men. Another on the opposite side of the hall showed the same man staring down a massive three headed dragon, yet another showed the man wearing an inverted pyramid on a chain around his neck, the eye of Horus on it plainly obvious.
"......I'm waiting.........I was waiting........waiting for a long time........"
The hall seemed to strech on forever as he walked past hieroglyphic after hieroglyphic, each one portraying the same man facing other men in some, fantasticly fearsome monsters in others, and in a few, a single man, sometimes wearing an odd sort of shield on his arm, in others with the dragon crouching behind him, and in a few, standing beside the spiky haired man with the pyrimid around his neck. Both were holding some sort of cards in the last one, facing another cloaked man with some sort of scepter with the eye of Horus emblazoned on it's front and small wings on it's sides. The cloaked man wore long bracelets he noted absently, what drew his attention was not the cards the man held in his hands, but the eye of Horus on the scepter.
"......I'm waiting.........I was waiting........waiting for a long time........"
With a startled blink he stopped in his tracks just shy of the door that suddenly filled his vision, he had been so intent on the hieroglyphics that he had allmost walked into the door, shaking his head at his lack of awareness he lightly pressed the center of the eye of Horus that flilled most of the door, once more pistons sighed softly as the door opened. Stepping carefully into the new room he gasped in shock, at the far end of the massive chamber he stood in rested a golden sarcophagus on a dias. Striding quickly across the chamber he mounted the steps to the dias with caution, no sence on slipping and breaking his neck in a fall this close to the.....to what?
"......I'm waiting.........I was waiting........waiting for a long time........"
A small golden box lay on top of the sarcophagus, the eye of Horus on it's sides standing out against the other miniature hieroglyphics on it's guilded surface. Gently picking the box up he felt a seam along the upper edge, a lid perhaps? setting the box down once more he carefully pulled at the top, pulling it away he set it down next to the box and gasped. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't this, not a box full of what looked like golden puzzle pieces.
"......I'm waiting.........I was waiting........waiting for a long time........"
Any comments or suggestions are very welcome, the next chapter may depend on it.
The naked sun beat down on a stone pyramid nestled between mountains and grassy plains,heat shimmered in the air, creating a haze that obscured the small figure crouched at the base of the ancient stone, soft words drifted out over the plains, blending with the soft sound of tool steel striking stone.
"...Gortoz a ran........Gortozet 'm eus, gortozet pell........E skeud teñval tourioù gell...... .....E skeud teñval tourioù gell......."
Sweat beaded on his forehead as the hammer rose and fell, striking the wooden base of the chisel in a counterpoint to the tune he sung. Long dark hair streamed down his back, tied at the nape of his neck with a slender leather cord that streched as long as the hair it held. Dark eyes stood out from the rest of his pale face in sharp contrast, as if trying to make up for the lack of color as much as the hair did.
"............E skeud teñval an tourioù glav..............C'hwi am gwelo 'c'hortoz atav.............. .....C'hwi am gwelo 'c'hortoz atav.........."
A small smile curved his lips as the chisel continued it's endless pattern of rising and falling, he wasn't sure why the mood had suddenly struck him to sing that particular song, perhaps it was because of this discovery. The rough yellow stone had been calling out to him, calling out ever since he arrived on earth, ever since he first set eyes on it, nestled away fromt he rest of the world in a nature preserve like a fox backing into it's den. He was sure that was why he chose that song to sing, it's meaning fit too perfectly to be anything but a calling.
"........Un deiz a vo 'teuio en-dro..............Dreist ar morioù, dreist ar maezioù ............. ......Dreist ar maezioù, dreist ar morioù.........."
Shifting the chisel to another spot he had marked in red chalk he mused over the meaning to those words, the fitting was to perfect to be anything but a summons........
"...........I'm Waiting...........I was waiting, waiting for a long time.............In the dark shadow of grey towers
.................In the dark shadow of grey towers........In the dark shadow of rain towers.............
..............You will see me waiting forever............You will see me waiting forever.........
The words were a summons, he had been singing that song ever since he had landed on earth, from the moment his boots had touched the permacrete strip his ship had landed on, for days he had sung that song softly to himself, before he stumbled onto the pyramid in the nature preserve. Twin spires of dark rock cast long shadows over it, slick with the rain that beat down on it, the day he had first set eyes on the structure that was calling him.
"..............One day it will come back............Over the seas, over the lands............ ...............Over the lands, over the seas.........."
He moved the chisel again, to another spot he had marked in chalk, there was something about the little square that jutted out of the yellow stone, as if something was hidden there and was begging to be found. Flipping the chisel over in his hand he struck sharply with the hammer, the rounded wooden base cracked against the stone, collapsing it inward. Bending closer he carefully pulled the broken stone away, he had estimated the pyramids age at around three to four thousand years old, but the metal glinting in the harsh sunlight threw that estimate to the winds.
"......I'm waiting.........I was waiting........waiting for a long time........"
The metal was in good condition for it's age, but his heart began to hammer in his chest as more of the stone was cleared away. The small control pannel was nearly five thousand years old, if his estimation was correct, this was a relic of the second millenium, far older than he thought, and older than the stone it was set in.
"..............One day it will come back............Over the seas, over the lands............ ...............Over the lands, over the seas.........."
Brushing his fingertips over the dust covered surface he gazed at the symbols in a similar shade of yellow as the stone he had just broken through, a single eye stared back at him, the eye souldn't have surprised him, not after all his years studying archeology, but it did.
"........The eye of Hourus......"
His voice was steady despite how shaken he felt, a light soft sound that faded away quickly in the heat of the afternoon. Brushing sweat away from his forehead with the back of his hand he lightly pressed the center of the eye, surely that was where a switch would be hidden, egyptian's liked to keep their construction the same every time. The soft hiss of pistons announced the opening of the hidden doors, a hairline appeared in the seamless stone and quickly grew to a door way eight feet tall and half as wide.
"......One day it will come back.......Over the seas, over the lands......... ......Over the lands, over the seas...."
Hefting his backpack he stepped through the doorway camly, cool air chilled his damp skin and plastered his shirt to his chest, pausing only to return his tools to their pouch he slung the backpack onto his shoulders and walked down the hall, glancing at the hieroglyphics portraying a slender man with spiky hair standing before five cloaked men. Another on the opposite side of the hall showed the same man staring down a massive three headed dragon, yet another showed the man wearing an inverted pyramid on a chain around his neck, the eye of Horus on it plainly obvious.
"......I'm waiting.........I was waiting........waiting for a long time........"
The hall seemed to strech on forever as he walked past hieroglyphic after hieroglyphic, each one portraying the same man facing other men in some, fantasticly fearsome monsters in others, and in a few, a single man, sometimes wearing an odd sort of shield on his arm, in others with the dragon crouching behind him, and in a few, standing beside the spiky haired man with the pyrimid around his neck. Both were holding some sort of cards in the last one, facing another cloaked man with some sort of scepter with the eye of Horus emblazoned on it's front and small wings on it's sides. The cloaked man wore long bracelets he noted absently, what drew his attention was not the cards the man held in his hands, but the eye of Horus on the scepter.
"......I'm waiting.........I was waiting........waiting for a long time........"
With a startled blink he stopped in his tracks just shy of the door that suddenly filled his vision, he had been so intent on the hieroglyphics that he had allmost walked into the door, shaking his head at his lack of awareness he lightly pressed the center of the eye of Horus that flilled most of the door, once more pistons sighed softly as the door opened. Stepping carefully into the new room he gasped in shock, at the far end of the massive chamber he stood in rested a golden sarcophagus on a dias. Striding quickly across the chamber he mounted the steps to the dias with caution, no sence on slipping and breaking his neck in a fall this close to the.....to what?
"......I'm waiting.........I was waiting........waiting for a long time........"
A small golden box lay on top of the sarcophagus, the eye of Horus on it's sides standing out against the other miniature hieroglyphics on it's guilded surface. Gently picking the box up he felt a seam along the upper edge, a lid perhaps? setting the box down once more he carefully pulled at the top, pulling it away he set it down next to the box and gasped. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't this, not a box full of what looked like golden puzzle pieces.
"......I'm waiting.........I was waiting........waiting for a long time........"
Any comments or suggestions are very welcome, the next chapter may depend on it.