Author: 1930Film
Genre: Adventure/Romance/Comedy
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from this fabulous movie/book
Summary: A young Archeologist, who witnesses the unimaginable.
Brief Introduction
With a creeping touch of midnight, time sings a haunting lullaby to the everyday human, but a charming wakeup call to the most unlikely inhabitants. The opening of mysterious eyes, the deafening march of triumphant figures, voices to startle the reverent silence, and the wakening of something curious. Where History open's its curtains to reveal life behind the things, once considered archaic and withered. The dust lifting from opened tombs, the smell of aged artifacts drifting through timeless air, and the shadows that hide behind every corner. A dream come true for the experienced, a nightmare if ignorance grips you in its unsuspecting trap. An adventure to come or positively the start of your own doom, you decide.
Well, at least those were the rumors about a certain museum I heard about ever since that mysterious incident that occurred over 90 years ago. I wasn't alive of course, though, it having been caught on film by my grandfather, it has been accused violently by scholars as being liable to have been rehearsed with the use of special effects unheard of. A child he was back then, time shaped him to be pale, weakly, silver (thin) haired, and tiny, yet having the energy of a child at the tender age of six. He was frail, so I took care of him and as exchange he'd help me in my research. I'm an Archeologist, you see. I've tried to locate lost treasures, scrolls, ripped pages off of secretive books (Example: Lewis Carroll's diary suspicious of containing secrets to his attraction to Miss Liddell), and the like. I'm sad to say I am nineteen years old; I should like to lie and say I am at the mature age of thirty but then I'd utter a lie!
Though to flatter myself, I should say I dress as if I was from the 70's or 80's and am guilty of having been old-fashioned which is what inspired my love of all things out-dated. Something so little people find interesting, it is either despised or misunderstood. I chuckle at the thought, oh well. Now that I've gotten you into history, I'll give you mine. I promise this to be very boring. I caution you, it will cause: dizziness, loss of interest, and boredom. Ok, maybe I'll skip that. You needn't know so much. Call me, Candy—don't laugh at it! It is not funny at all. The point of this? Well, you see, I believe what happened on that cold night was real and I know just how to see the truth for myself. The only way to find it…
is to relive it.
Note:
This is just a taste of what's to come. I hope no one is annoyed with the terrible grammar. It never was my area of expertise.I have an undying muse so this story will not lag. I do not mind criticism, in fact, I encourage it! I hope this fan-fic turns successful! I can sometimes have an over-active imagination--just a warning.
Who is Charles Chaplin?
He is only one of the most famous silent film director/star of the early 20th century! Search him on google and you will know who I mean.