Disclaimer: Do I really have to put this? Everyone knows it...fine. I do not own them. I hope that you aren't idiots and know that.
First National Treasure fic on this site...ah...review?
Prologue
Hanging by one hand from a ledge with the width and length of a calculator over certain death, not to mention multiple injures, was not my idea of 'normal', or 'fun', or 'leisure'. But considering what I've been through, "helping" find the Templar Treasure, Cibola, and this...maybe it could.
I really hate Ben.
Of course, my mother always told me 'hate', was a strong word, but I'm going to go 'rebel' now, and HATE Ben. It was his idea. Not that he's here to SAVE me! No, he's probably off on a cruise with Abigail, living the fine life,
forgetting, or, Not Knowing, or NOT CARING, (ahem), that his friend was risking life and limb at the same time for his little treasure!
At that same moment, Ben and Abigail were on the cruise ship History of Relaxation, eating a romantic meal, (which translates into: Discussing the history of relaxation and what it meant to America). Ben was not thinking of Riley. Neither was Abigail. In fact, the only one, or thing, that WAS thinking of Riley was...well.
Crap. My water bottle just fell, and sooner or later will be in that happy Water Bottle Paradise in the sky...that is, when it finally hit's bottom. It probably doesn't care that I'm now without nourishment.
But enough about me. While we wait for my impending doom, let's go back to the beginning of this whole adventure of...
The Lost Scrolls of Alexandria and other stuff that was never discovered in Greece!
Wait! Before I delve into my memories, I'd like to copyright that. No one steal my amazing title. Understood?
It all started some months ago...(Jeez. I sound like Mr. Gates. Or even worse...Ben!)
Well...review!