Chapterone

The sun shined brightly from the sky and a young woman was wearing a sunbonnet. She swept sweat from her forehead and concentrated to sweep all the dirt off from a precious relic. Her name was Fredrika Nikcoi, she was an ambitious archeologist who loved to solve hidden mysteries from the past, which were impossible for the others to solve. She never backend away when she was close to the answer. And all possible threats just made her to solve the secret even more stubbornly.

She brushed patiently a small piece of a bone which she hoped to be a human bone. If it would be a bone of a man then she would be on a right path to discover an ancient tomb. The museum's manger wanted to have results quickly although they all knew that these kinds of things took their own time.

- If there are no results at the end of this week then you must change the location with your team, had Mr. Jacobs said when he gave his gentle warning to Fredrika at his office.

She had promised results to him and he would get them.

Fredrika was absolutely sure about this place, there was something under the green carpet and she had decided to dig it up.

Her team had received a project from Towton Hall. Quite close to the actual Hall was an old ruin which could be a chapel from 15th century.

It was said that the chapel was build by Richard III to honor the memory of fallen soldiers after the battle of Towton. The number of the dead did vary from 28,000 to 30,000 and it was the bloodiest battle ever fought on England's soil without question. However the chapel was never finished and after 550 years there was not much left of it.

Fredrika had however sworn to dig it up no matter what. Her small dynamic team consisted of other researches which were the very best.

Ashley Stevens was Fredrika's right arm at the investigations, she always knew the best way of approaching concerning about every business. Jesse and Josh Montgomery (or just Monty twins, for short) nobody wasn't able to tell the difference between these two men but they were persistent researchers and when they worked together they completed each other perfectly. When Josh started a sentence Jesse finished it. Harold "Mac" Mackenzie who made the 3D models from the discovered buildings and items. And the last one was Tony Harlem who was a loyal assistant to all of them.

The sun shined so warmly at her that she needed to take a short break.

She leaned against the septum of her pit and took a deep breath.

Soft wind blew from the north and brought some cool air within which Fredrika yearned for. It also brought a slight scent of musk which was very pleasing. She closed her eyes and shut herself away from the world around her. The scent of musk followed her and its slight appearance became more present. It was like somebody was walking towards her, who it could be, none of her team's members she was sure about it.

She waited that the scent would go away but it surrounded her like a cloud.

Then she opened her eyes and saw a man standing on the edge of the pit which she was in. The man was standing close to the sun so she didn't see his features properly. When she took a closer look the man was gone.

Fredrika looked to right and left with an astonishment, she saw no strangers at close.

- Josh did you see some strange fellow in here a second ago? She asked from Josh (or she hoped him to be Josh).

- No and my name is Jesse, he replied and walked in to their tent where they kept all the electric equipments.

- Must have been a hallucination, Fredrika thought and continued her work.

Hallucination or not she didn't get that man out from her mind.

What did he want from her and why had he come to their investigation area which was firmly closed from the outsiders?

No matter he was now gone and it was all she wanted.

Far beyond the Towton Hall a pale faced ghost looked at the archeologists.

He wasn't happy for this sight and the fire behind his eyes came to life.

- We seem to have a problem, sire.

- Yes indeed my lord of Stanley.

- Shall I take care of them, sire?

- Yes please, I want her and her servants to leave from this place at once.

- The Yorkist boar seems also to be on foot.

The ghost of Henry VII turned to look at his servant lord Thomas Stanley.

- You take care of the intruders but leave me the boar.

- As you wish Your Grace.