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He ran down the limestone corridor, his footsteps echoing around and through the chamber behind him. The water that was chasing him was catching up, lapping around his ankles. He stumbled a bit, almost falling flat on his face, but he managed to regain his balance and continued running for the entrance.

Once again, his curiosity had turned a simple archeological dig into another treasure hunt. And once again, he had managed to be caught in another threatening situation. But, once again, he had also found treasure that was worth it, and much better than the ruins that they would be finding at the dig.

The light enveloped him as he barged from the corridor, jumping to the right and slamming his back against the wall as the flume of water shot out and marched down the front of the hill, landing in a neat pool at the bottom, where there was a trench.

He chuckled slightly, panting, as he took off his flat front hat and put his hands on his kneecaps, his brunette/black hair flopping over his face. He wiped the sweat from his brow and then scraped his hair back into place.

"I need some more gel..." He told himself, standing up straight and replacing his hat before looking down to his satchel. Opening it, he saw the jeweled tomb stone he had just taken. It was only small, the size of a tablet, but it was going to bring the museum a lot of money. He smiled and his bright blue eyes lit up - literally - at the thought of being able to help out the museum once again. He placed the tablet back into his satchel and made his way down the sloping hill and back towards the campsite where the dig was set up.

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Safe and sound back in his apartment, he flopped down onto the sofa and rubbed his eyes. It had been a long weekend, and the 10 hour flight back hadn't helped. Still, the museum was happy with his work, and once again he, even though being 'reckless' had managed to help out the museum, and had given the leading scientist there - Lalna - another artifact to determine the age and religion of.

Honeydew, the museum's curator and fatherly figure, had been more than pleased with his work, and offered him a months played leave to rest. After all, he had been on five digs this month, all of which he had rushed off on his own and risked his life for the sake of the museum. Well, that, and to settle down his curiosity. But, he had declined the holiday. He would be bored at home for a month. He had agreed to take the weekend off, and then get back to his research work on the Monday. After all, he was still in university, having switched classes at least four times since he started nearly five years ago. Archaeology was something he had never wanted or even imagined doing, and technically, he still wasn't. While everyone else was doing the dig, he was going off, Indiana Jones style. Which, he was quite proud of. Of course, Honeydew was worried about him doing that, saying he's 'far too careless' when it came to putting his life on the line.

But, this was what he enjoyed doing. He smiled as he drifted off to sleep, happy with his work, and happy to be laying on something half decent to go to sleep.

As he began to fall into a deep sleep, just like most nights, images flashed through his head. Images of stars, of the galaxy. Of burning wrecks and scarred, bruised, and burnt skin. The smell of burning hair and smokey embers filled his lungs as he breathed in.
His sleep, like always, didn't go too well that night.

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He ran down the limestone corridor, his footsteps echoing around and through the chamber behind him. The water that was chasing him was catching up, lapping around his ankles. He stumbled a bit, almost falling flat on his face, but he managed to regain his balance and continued running for the entrance.

Once again, his curiosity had turned a simple archeological dig into another treasure hunt. And once again, he had managed to be caught in another threatening situation. But, once again, he had also found treasure that was worth it, and much better than the ruins that they would be finding at the dig.

The light enveloped him as he barged from the corridor, jumping to the right and slamming his back against the wall as the flume of water shot out and marched down the front of the hill, landing in a neat pool at the bottom, where there was a trench.

He chuckled slightly, panting, as he took off his flat front hat and put his hands on his kneecaps, his brunette/black hair flopping over his face. He wiped the sweat from his brow and then scraped his hair back into place.

"I need some more gel..." He told himself, standing up straight and replacing his hat before looking down to his satchel. Opening it, he saw the jeweled tomb stone he had just taken. It was only small, the size of a tablet, but it was going to bring the museum a lot of money. He smiled and his bright blue eyes lit up - literally - at the thought of being able to help out the museum once again. He placed the tablet back into his satchel and made his way down the sloping hill and back towards the campsite where the dig was set up.

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Safe and sound back in his apartment, he flopped down onto the sofa and rubbed his eyes. It had been a long weekend, and the 10 hour flight back hadn't helped. Still, the museum was happy with his work, and once again he, even though being 'reckless' had managed to help out the museum, and had given the leading scientist there - Lalna - another artifact to determine the age and religion of.

Honeydew, the museum's curator and fatherly figure, had been more than pleased with his work, and offered him a months played leave to rest. After all, he had been on five digs this month, all of which he had rushed off on his own and risked his life for the sake of the museum. Well, that, and to settle down his curiosity. But, he had declined the holiday. He would be bored at home for a month. He had agreed to take the weekend off, and then get back to his research work on the Monday. After all, he was still in university, having switched classes at least four times since he started nearly five years ago. Archaeology was something he had never wanted or even imagined doing, and technically, he still wasn't. While everyone else was doing the dig, he was going off, Indiana Jones style. Which, he was quite proud of. Of course, Honeydew was worried about him doing that, saying he's 'far too careless' when it came to putting his life on the line.

But, this was what he enjoyed doing. He smiled as he drifted off to sleep, happy with his work, and happy to be laying on something half decent to go to sleep.

As he began to fall into a deep sleep, just like most nights, images flashed through his head. Images of stars, of the galaxy. Of burning wrecks and scarred, bruised, and burnt skin. The smell of burning hair and smokey embers filled his lungs as he breathed in.
His sleep, like always, didn't go too well that night.