A secret lay buried in the farthest mountain of Turkey. Many considered Mount Ararat to contain the remains of Noah's ark. However, the Turkish government allowed no study or analysis of the mountain. The government disallowed any research on the mountain since the 1950s. They did so because of something never reported into mainstream. An ancient Bedouin tale tells of a king, the evil king, rests there. The tribes passed down, and still told such legend in mangled forms to children, and mostly forgotten. Humanity forgot it in the 1950s when expeditions after interest in the mountain began. However one expedition never came back, save one person. The remaining person was spirited away, never to be seen. However, since then, the legend of the evil ancient King in mount Ararat is alive again.
Why, why does this happen to me?
Derrik sat in his art history class as the professor talked about the trip he was organizing to Turkey. It was almost summer, and he most likely would be forced on this trip by the professor. Derrik was looking to relaxing, maybe even going home, but no. Since Xavier paid for his education, the professor stuck him at his whim. Xavier paid for all his students with whatever money the Professor had. He was even attending classes with several of his fellow students at NYU. The young mutant then felt the urge to look up.
"Mister Adams, care to grace us with your attention while I talk?"
Ooppps, dammit...
"Um, sorry Professor Jackson." Derrik sulked in his seat on how they were visiting Sagliksuyu, to see the stones of Kazan at the base of Mount Ararat. Scholars thought the stones to be ancient ship anchors in the middle of a desert, and a worthy archaeological study.
Derrik sighed and doodled on his notebook as the professor handed out information. As he collected it, class was over and everyone left. He gathered up the papers as Professor Jackson stopped him. Thearchaeologistasked in an accusatory tone, "Was I boring you today?"
"No. I was thinking about the trip." He sighed and held onto his books in one hand.
"Ah good, I know Xavier will love the idea of me taking his students outward, though I am not really sure what you do up there in Eastwood." The professor said, adjusting his glasses.
"He helps us focus and learn." Technically it was not a lie. Not many knew what the X Factor Gene was, let alone knew what mutants could do. "He helps us better ourselves"
"Well don't worry, The other students from his academy from my other classes are also going, so you won't be alone in Turkey."
Wonderful.
It wasn't that he minded the students, he just felt he needed to be away from them, alone, solitary. Derrik walked out, wondering what would happen on the trip.
"Time is, 19:23 hours. I am now examining the closed jar found in Old Kazan, near the Field Stones. It is remarkably Egyptian, affirming Doctor Naprim's theory that it was a graveyard of grounded Egyptian Fisherman tossed horribly off course." Doctor Jackson began to cut away slowly at a glue, bonded to the metal jar keeping it shut. The small amount of light from his desk lamp lit the process in his small office.
The knife coasted along the seal until it hissed and popped. "Surprising," He spoke into the tape recorder, "It seems a vacuum had occurred. I will attempt to look for Materials to Carbon Date with."
Listen... listen to me... stop this now and destroy this Jar. Blame it was lost in transit, and destroy the tape. Then take your students to Mount Ararat at any means necessary. I will contact you again there.
Doctor Jackson froze as the jar hit the ground with a metallic clang. Pale light glossed over his eyes as he obeyed the mysterious voice. He blinked, and shrugged as he began to record over the tape on a new artifact.