matthew777
Moon
- Joined
- May 6, 2011
In the heat of the wretched Egyptian sun, Dr. Eric Netherfield toiled in the middle of an abandoned excavation site. The promise of a long lost tomb full of untold treasure had attracted a large group of workers. But after a few short weeks of finding nothing everyone was utterly discouraged. Everyone but Eric of course. He knew better than to work in the desert alone, but he was certain that there was treasure to be found.
His long brown hair was full of sweat. His clothes, a simple tee shirt and some ratty shorts, were in need of a wash. He was a tall, skinny man with the air of youthfulness around him.
As he dug through the sand with a work out shovel he hit something hard. Bringing it to the surface, he found that it was a small brass bottle. Perhaps at one time it had been beautiful, but now it was filthy. As meager as it was, it was the only thing of substance that Eric had found so far. Feeling by the weight that something was inside, Eric popped the cork off, totally ignorant as to what he was unleashing.
His long brown hair was full of sweat. His clothes, a simple tee shirt and some ratty shorts, were in need of a wash. He was a tall, skinny man with the air of youthfulness around him.
As he dug through the sand with a work out shovel he hit something hard. Bringing it to the surface, he found that it was a small brass bottle. Perhaps at one time it had been beautiful, but now it was filthy. As meager as it was, it was the only thing of substance that Eric had found so far. Feeling by the weight that something was inside, Eric popped the cork off, totally ignorant as to what he was unleashing.