The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.

The Seven Crystal Balls.

Expedition In Peril.

Climbing up to the peak with their llamas, the last two joined the other five people of their group, observing the sight in front of them.

Finally, they've found it.

The early sun shone brightly behind the giant structure. How fitting.

The place itself was already in ruins, so it didn't really seem to make a change if one of them would make a hole in it.

So one of them did, using a pickaxe, the sound of sharp metal hitting stones echoing in the scope as slowly but surly it made a hole big enough to peek through.

And so one of them did, realizing it's dark and opening a flashlight to get a better look.

The room inside was magnificent in its' simplicity! Two big status for pillar and a door across the hole with an iteresting drawing on it which they recognized from all their research.

They were in the right place for sure!

He retreated and a pack of TNT replaced the eyes. With one push down of the mechanism, the wall exploded, leaving an even bigger hole for them to walk through.

And so they did.

"Many moons from now, there'll come seven strangers to this sacred place."

Reaching the door, they used all their hand power, which wasn't much since they were more brains than brawns, and it slowly opened to reveal their desired item.

It was sitting there, tied up in a fetus position with head in hands, almost looking like a cheeky student with that creepy smile of his, waiting to see how his parents would to go with his last trick.

But all that aside, it waited. Waited for them, knew they were coming even before their ancestors were born.

All of that could've been said solely by that smile, which sent shivers down their spine and made them stay in their places by the door and gape at the menacing corpse that with the light that managed to pass them and get through the door, also seemed to be giving it some illumination.

The man kept writing while mumbling. He always did it when he was writing.

"The strangers will carry the Inca's body away to their land..."

And sure enough, that's what they did! And the picture that he took of his six collegues with it has been displayed on almost every newspaper and spcifically now on his work table along with some other findings the expedtion brought and the encrypted message which he was translating.

"But the divine curse will follow them wherever they go... Over the mountains and beyond the sea!..." His voice died down because he stopped writing, too shocked at what he had just translated.

He didn't want to believe but there it was!

He didn't just translate a simple text, it was... a prophecy.

'RRRING!'

He jumped slightly in his seat at the sudden noise but quickly picked up.

"Hello?"

"Sanders! How are you coming with the translation?" Professor Tarragon asked with his usual chipper voice, unaware of the concerning discovery.

"I've just finished. But I think you should call the others." Anton Sanders-Hardiman said with a slight erguncy in his voice, not even noticing the door slowly opening behind him or the grimy hand holding a sickly green light glass ball entering the room.