Chapter II : Archaeology

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"𝙰𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛."

- 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎

- 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎

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I always liked History. While all my other classmates in high school dozed off during history, I used to sit in the first row and listen intently. I don't understand why people find it boring. Don't they want to know what happened in the past? Aren't they curious?

I decided I wanted to be an Archaeologist at the age of 12 and finally after completing my masters in Archaeology two years back, I got a government job as an Archaeologist. Unlike many people, I love my job.

Last week, a fossil of what seemed like a tree with some ancient script written on it was found by one of our team members when he went hiking. We've been trying to figure out that script for five days. I saw many ancient scripts and languages as an Archaeologist but this, this looked way too different.

"How was your weekend Eirene?"

I lifted my head at the sound of my good friend and colleague, Alex.

"Nothing eventful," I smiled at him. Little does he know.

I met Alex two years back when I joined this job. He is my first and only friend here. When he himself came up to me and introduced himself, I was surprised. I mean apart from my team nobody knows that I exist here.

"What about you?" I asked him.

He let out an overdramatic sigh.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Life's become pretty boring," he said.

I let out a small laugh.

"By the way, did you find anything about the fossil?" he questioned me.

I shook my head.

"Nothing. Not even a small clue," I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Why don't you try scanning it on our computer? I heard they got it repaired," he said.

We have a computer, more like a machine which is filled with complete information about history. If we scan something, the information about it will pop up on the screen.

"Oh yeah, I should. Talk to you later," I stood up, taking my bag and ruffled his hair.

He groaned, slapping my hand away.

I laughed at his expression.

I politely smiled at my colleagues whom I saw on my way to the fifth floor which has the computer on it.

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