The Lost Artifact

Chapter 1

In the year 1788 I hid the one thing no one in this world or any other world should have. It was something so powerful I myself could barely control the power of it without going crazy from it. So I hid it somewhere where I and no one else could find it in all honesty I still wonder where it is to this very day.

The year is now 2014 and Christopher Drake who was the descendant of the once powerful Jared Drake was now living northern Harlem trying to make a life for himself as an archaeologist. He went to Yale to study Archeology in the year 2004 he graduated in the year 2010 with a masters in archeology and a bachelor's in scientific studies. He is currently working at the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture. Christopher is a caucasian man who is 5 foot 11 inches tall, he has blue eyes with just a touch of green in them, his hair is a light brown color, and his hair is smooth and wavy.

Currently Christopher is running to his job attempting not to be late. Christopher's boss (Theodore Tate) told him that the next time that he was late he was fired and he could never work at the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture ever again. So Christopher is now running like his life depended on it (which it is) he was two step away from punching in his card when the clock turned from 2:59 to 3:00 and he was officially on time for work.

Christopher let out huge breathe when he punched in his card. For this being the first job he has ever had Chris did a pretty good job of not slacking. Everyday promptly at 2:00 P.M. Chris gets up from his chair on the right hand side of his apartment after watching television for an hour. He takes a shower grabs his work clothes makes himself some lunch puts on his loafers. He then goes downstairs get's on his bike, and rides to work. He makes it to work puts on his lab coat and works from 3:00 pm til 8:00 pm. His job pays about 15 dollars an per hour. Well let's resume our story.

"Hey Chris how close were you to getting fired this time?" Everyone in the room laughed at the joke even though it was not particularly funny unless you were dumb enough to believe so. Which apparently a room full of "adults" believed it to be. "You guys are hilarious. Like wow." Christopher says as he begins to clap sarcastically. He walks over to his station, and he begins to work on his latest find. After two hours of dusting off the rock he realised that there was writing etched into the rock. He put the rock into a device that can decipher what was once legible on the rock. The message said these words "To who ever find this message use the map that was embedded into this rock, and find the lost artifact." Chris looked lower on the rock and found the map. He went onto google maps and search the coordinates that were also on the rock. He found the location was somewhere in Syria. Later that day he walked into his boss's office. "Um.. Excuse me sir?" Said Chris after knocking on his boss's door. "Is it okay if I come in?" His boss Mr.Clark lifted his head up trying not to show that he happy that someone was here to speak with him and to stop his boredom. "Yes Christopher, you may come in." Chris reluctantly walked into the room.

Mr.Clark looked up from his desk. "What is it that you need Christopher?" Chris look at his boss and spoke in a very low voice. "Well sir, I wanted to know if I can have some funding for an expedition? I have just found an actual map on one of our samples from the last expedition." Chris's bossed look intrigued at the thought of finding something useful. "Explain to me Christopher, how old do you believe this sample to be?" Chris stood in the room thinking for a moment. Then he looked at his boss and said....."Sir, by the texture and sight of the sample I would have to say roughly about 226 years old." The boss began to make a wicked grin. "Oh well then, I guess that it will be very profitable. So in turn I will grant you funding for this said expedition." In that moment the search for the lost artifact was born.