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Chapter II: Flare of the sun
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Archeology is kind of dull. That's what I always said when I'm in front of my class as the teacher talked about sites and the ways of the people then. It was rather boring.
I was actually sucker into it. I really thought that being an archeologist would mean adventure in foreign lands. That's what I get for watching to much T.V.
Indiana Jones.
Relic Hunter.
The Mummy.
Tomb Raider.
At my second year I was so frustrated that I tried to finish the entire course in that year. I finished the four year course in three years.
Now I'm twenty years old and a Fortune Hunter. I find relics for museums and collectors.
And I must say, that was the turning point in my life.
For if not for these jobs I would not be where I am now.
And that is hanging for my life on a rotted vine in the middle of the Amazon. You see, I have no choice in the matter. For if I let go, I would drop like a rock onto sharp spears below me.
What a life this has been. I am in the middle of my assignment to get the jade idol of the Incas from the pyramid of an unknown and lost tribe. It should be simple. But some jackass forgot to tell me that the entire pyramid was a maze of traps.
I admire the craftsmanship of the Incas at the same time loathed it. How can someone from thousands of years ago build an elaborate trap which even a graduate of Archeology was stupid enough to fall? I should have taken my Masters.
Sighing, I reached for my whip and unrolled it. Ever since I saw Indiana Jones, I trained myself with it. Lucky me. I also wore the hat. Strange, huh?
I saw a tree protruding from the wall and I knew that was my only chance. Cracking my whip, I aimed for the tree and the tip rapped around one of its branches. No time to test my plan, I simply let go of the vine and swung towards the wall. Grasping at the uneven edges, I finally had a grip at things.
It was times like these that I wished I was in one of those quiet digs trying to piece a new mystery together. Steadily, I got myself out of that pit and proceeded to the main chamber.
There it was. The jade idol was sitting on a pedestal in the middle of the large chamber. Looks easy enough, but why am I getting the feeling that something bad is about to happen?
Looking at the floor, I noticed that some are covered in dirt while the others aren't. I took a piece of wood from the ground and stuck the dirt covered ground. Immediately, a dozen darts pierced the wood. Luckily it wasn't me.
Carefully inching my way to the pedestal and avoiding the traps, it was quite a task.
I reached with pedestal with no incidents but I didn't release my breath. Examining the pedestal, I noticed that it had an ancient pressure pad underneath the idol.
Meaning, remove the idol and the traps will be activated. Just great. Fortunately I brought along a small pouch containing dirt. Let's see now. I removed a few dirt in the hopes that the idol and the pouch had the same weight.
Quickly, I replaced the idol with the pouch. Good nothing happened. I placed the idol in my backpack when it happened. The pouch was too heavy.
I didn't have time to dally so I ran like a bat out of hell, accidentally tripping the traps and some darts struck me. Bees have a softer sting that this.
I came to the main corridor, home free at last. But what was that rumbling?
Looking back I found a large rock with spikes hurling towards me in high speeds. I need to get out of there and fast.
Running as fast as my legs could take me, I made for the entrance but a huge slab was inching its way to lock me out. With the last of my strength, I dove for the entrance with three feet to spare. I finally noticed that my hat was gone. Looking back, I found it and took it before it was crushed by the slab.
Sighing in relief, I wore my hat and made my way home.
I was not yet safe for the natives may get angry with me.
Archeology is not as dull as I once thought it to be.
By the way, my name is Sol.
And I am a Fortune Hunter.
And a dead one if I don't get my ass on gear.
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Civilization. Home. Well, not quite. I was renting a flat in London. Because I work for the national museum. Imagine my surprise when the first artifact I got for them was stolen.
The Eyes of Anubis.
Naturally, I have been contracted to retrieve it. Again.
The problem was, I do not know where to start.
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End of 2
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A/n: There will be more. What do you think of this character?
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Chapter II: Flare of the sun
.
Archeology is kind of dull. That's what I always said when I'm in front of my class as the teacher talked about sites and the ways of the people then. It was rather boring.
I was actually sucker into it. I really thought that being an archeologist would mean adventure in foreign lands. That's what I get for watching to much T.V.
Indiana Jones.
Relic Hunter.
The Mummy.
Tomb Raider.
At my second year I was so frustrated that I tried to finish the entire course in that year. I finished the four year course in three years.
Now I'm twenty years old and a Fortune Hunter. I find relics for museums and collectors.
And I must say, that was the turning point in my life.
For if not for these jobs I would not be where I am now.
And that is hanging for my life on a rotted vine in the middle of the Amazon. You see, I have no choice in the matter. For if I let go, I would drop like a rock onto sharp spears below me.
What a life this has been. I am in the middle of my assignment to get the jade idol of the Incas from the pyramid of an unknown and lost tribe. It should be simple. But some jackass forgot to tell me that the entire pyramid was a maze of traps.
I admire the craftsmanship of the Incas at the same time loathed it. How can someone from thousands of years ago build an elaborate trap which even a graduate of Archeology was stupid enough to fall? I should have taken my Masters.
Sighing, I reached for my whip and unrolled it. Ever since I saw Indiana Jones, I trained myself with it. Lucky me. I also wore the hat. Strange, huh?
I saw a tree protruding from the wall and I knew that was my only chance. Cracking my whip, I aimed for the tree and the tip rapped around one of its branches. No time to test my plan, I simply let go of the vine and swung towards the wall. Grasping at the uneven edges, I finally had a grip at things.
It was times like these that I wished I was in one of those quiet digs trying to piece a new mystery together. Steadily, I got myself out of that pit and proceeded to the main chamber.
There it was. The jade idol was sitting on a pedestal in the middle of the large chamber. Looks easy enough, but why am I getting the feeling that something bad is about to happen?
Looking at the floor, I noticed that some are covered in dirt while the others aren't. I took a piece of wood from the ground and stuck the dirt covered ground. Immediately, a dozen darts pierced the wood. Luckily it wasn't me.
Carefully inching my way to the pedestal and avoiding the traps, it was quite a task.
I reached with pedestal with no incidents but I didn't release my breath. Examining the pedestal, I noticed that it had an ancient pressure pad underneath the idol.
Meaning, remove the idol and the traps will be activated. Just great. Fortunately I brought along a small pouch containing dirt. Let's see now. I removed a few dirt in the hopes that the idol and the pouch had the same weight.
Quickly, I replaced the idol with the pouch. Good nothing happened. I placed the idol in my backpack when it happened. The pouch was too heavy.
I didn't have time to dally so I ran like a bat out of hell, accidentally tripping the traps and some darts struck me. Bees have a softer sting that this.
I came to the main corridor, home free at last. But what was that rumbling?
Looking back I found a large rock with spikes hurling towards me in high speeds. I need to get out of there and fast.
Running as fast as my legs could take me, I made for the entrance but a huge slab was inching its way to lock me out. With the last of my strength, I dove for the entrance with three feet to spare. I finally noticed that my hat was gone. Looking back, I found it and took it before it was crushed by the slab.
Sighing in relief, I wore my hat and made my way home.
I was not yet safe for the natives may get angry with me.
Archeology is not as dull as I once thought it to be.
By the way, my name is Sol.
And I am a Fortune Hunter.
And a dead one if I don't get my ass on gear.
***
Civilization. Home. Well, not quite. I was renting a flat in London. Because I work for the national museum. Imagine my surprise when the first artifact I got for them was stolen.
The Eyes of Anubis.
Naturally, I have been contracted to retrieve it. Again.
The problem was, I do not know where to start.
.
End of 2
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A/n: There will be more. What do you think of this character?