❁⋯ Hands held a letter, which reads as follows: ❝Talia Misfud, we are pleased to announce your acceptance in joining Mr. Hadaad at his Archaeology dig site as an apprentice.❞ Overcame with bliss, she began to jump in excitement! a dream of a lifetime ⋯ a one-time offer that seemed almost too good to be TRUE! heart fluttered in anticipation as many years of education AND effort came into fruition. an ARCHAEOLOGY DEGREE wasn’t easy by any means ( having a bachelors ), in fact, it was very costly but luckily she had a family who supported her endeavors; she was very grateful. Now that she was accepted, it was only a matter of weeks before the expedition ⋯ meaning there was no time to waste AND packing must begin!
Leather sandals landed onto the shifting sand upon arrival, surveying the area that would be called home for two weeks. The silence was filled by the distant murmurs of workers and the sun reminding them of the beauty AND danger of the desert. Waterbottle at hand, she guzzled some water before beginning her descent, all the while experiencing butterflies. Breath. Just Breath. With a huff of confidence, fingers tightened around her suitcase. You can do it Talia!
A week's time had come to pass, the dig was thriving and many great accomplishments had been made. Everyone treated her as a friend and a colleague, and a dream come true was now a reality. The lead archaeologist was always giving constructive criticism whilst displaying astonishment by the passion and effort put into her work. HARD work was key for Talia, no it was a must if she wanted to prove herself as a lead archaeologist in the future. One day, as one may hope, she’d see her name on the News discovering a new tomb or discovering newfound information about their ancestors. If it meant giving it her body and soul, that’s what she’d do!
Mr. Hadaad asked for her to go handle some recent artifacts found in the tomb which needed to be categorized, dated, and binned appropriately. ❝Sure thing Mr. Hadaad!❞ She chimed with a bounce to her step, heading towards the canopy which kept the area under shade to protect the artifacts and the SANITY of its workers. On the right table was a clipboard, along with the needed form and pen. There it is! Grabbing it quickly, she began from the right table and planned to work her way around to the last table.
THIRTY minutes passed before everything was categorized and dated. ❝Time to pack everything....❞ She mulled over it. This was surely going to be the most time-consuming part and as positive as she was, it was daunting. With needed supplies nearby to ensure the safety of every artifact, she grudged on and began to wrap one by one. HALFWAY IN, she took notice of a golden necklace which had also grabbed her attention while categorizing. It was like a tug of the heart which seemed to only grow the closer she got and so she remained, glaring at it whilst the butterflies grew stronger. Everything in her being was telling her to ignore the call, but part of her was SCREAMING to investigate as if someone else entirely was motivating it. ❝...What harm could be done by doing this one first?❞ Yes, that was her reasoning.
Skipping over the others, she walks over to the necklace which was in fact, an ethereal beauty. It took her breath away in an instant before quickly being replaced by a sense of FAMILIARITY. Talia stood complex as if trying to process the feeling before snapping out of it and grabbing the necklace, feeling immediately COMPLETE when doing so. Just then some WIND suddenly gusted from her left and almost knocked her off the ground ⋯ a yelp escaping her lips as the necklace BARELY lands back into her hands. Only then did she look to her side in a mix of fear and confusion, eyes widening at the sudden appearance of a MAN. Not only was it a man, but it was also one clothed in, what would seem, ANCIENT GARBS of their ancestors.
❝........Who--❞ Just as she was about to ask who this person was ( and second of all where the heck the CAME FROM! ) the voice of the lead archaeologist chimed in from the distance, no doubt hearing the noise from the wind. PANIC overcame the short adult, frantically peering out of the slit of the canopy only to see him drawing near and then turning towards the elephant in the room. ❝U-Under the table... NOW!❞ Hands frantically motioned towards the covered table of artifacts before jolting towards the direction of the tent opening. ( praying to Allah he knew Masri and heeded her request.. ).
❝Is everything alright? Sounded like there was some ruckus and wanted to check-in.❞ Hadaad inquired while observing the tent.
❝ E-Everythings alright, just... about to pack this golden necklace, sir! ❞ Would he really buy that? Apparently so, because he nodded after a big pause and complimented the work that was done so far before leaving. A deep SIGH of relief left her body, standing there in absolute shock. She was LUCKY, had that wind messed up the artifacts on the table she would have been in major trouble. Snapping back to the situation at hand, she softly spoke: ❝ You can come out now.. ❞ This is absolutely crazy, I’m literally talking to a man that appeared out of THIN AIR. ⋯ ❁
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