Diesel: In Dark Ruins

I - RUINS

Today was the day I made it to Peru. The travel is tiring, I don't do much but listen to music and sleep away the time. I was getting ready for another concert, if only it wasn't so far away from home. The joy in singing my favorite music keeps me going sometimes. After all an artist hardly thinks much of their own music. The only thing that compared was my interest as an archaeologist, but that didn't pay so I learned on my own, my crew didn't even know it. Sometimes when I would blurt strange knowledge they'd look at me like I'd grown another head. Information on ruins were rare and I didn't know why because there were so many out in the world.

My crew and partners had to take later flights, their personal lives cause the postponing of the first few nights. So that means I will be singing solo to keep them going till the crew arrives. While, I don't have much of a personal life, I can't blame them for it. They were more of my family than anything I have ever had, which I only had one to begin with. It's been 3 years since I saw my twin brother, who vanished at the start of our career. We went through a lot of difficult times, but pushed through eventually. I worry about him, how can I not, I have no idea where he is. All I got was a brief note, telling me he was going on an adventure, I will say this, it isn't the first time this has happened.

As my thoughts drifted to him, I felt the train slowing down before coming to a complete stop. I looked at the station name, and stood stretching my limbs. All the lack of movement had me stiff, and it was working against me. Once better, I preceded to gather my many bags. It wasn't my fault I had so many, it was because of my band equipment. Of-course I couldn't bring everything just my own things I was in charge of. It made it easier for me and the rest of the crew.

Walking wasn't easy with my load, but I trudged on and was able to make it off and down the road. A little way from the train station stood a small town. A few days ago I had gotten a call from a man asking me to tour all the way out here. It was strange for sure, in fact I remember dropping the phone in my shock, and the pay he offered had me speechless.

The man said he was their mayor and explained the towns increasing love of my band and out of my 'total surprise' it was for him to up his political standpoint. He was nice enough though, and had me convinced by the pay alone. Luckily our most recent album was taking flight very nicely, it was more exotic to these countries, but not soft spoken or boring, unique in fact. I had made it just before evening arrived so I wouldn't be covered in the darkness of night. The town wasn't as big as I thought it was going to be, but it wasn't small either. At the edge of town I quickly found the hotel apartments that was called Inkaterra Hacienda Urubamba, a contemporary hacienda-style hotel in the Sacred Valley of the Incas, in-between Cusco and Machu Picchu. Immersed in the countryside in a gorgeous area, Inkaterra Hacienda Urubamba spans approximately 100 acres surrounded by imposing green mountains.

I heard that Cusco and Machu Picchu used to be famous back in the day, but any information was nonexistent. There were rumors after the big war when the internet was half destroyed that whoever programmed it didn't allow some things to be added or searched. The war happened a long time ago, before I was even in this world.

The whole town of Urubamba, Peru sat in a valley, I was surprised the train went all the way out here, but being so out of country I knew that I really didn't know anything, and I should more than likely do some research tonight. I walked in and it was overly cozy, it was quite unexpected. There was a fireplace that was lit, plush cushioned sofas, and soft carpeting in the lobby. Walking up to the desk I saw a lady in her thirties humming as she knit something. I approached quietly, slightly awkward to interrupt.

"Good evening darling, you look new to town," The lady greeted not looking up from her work. Her fingers glide effortlessly over the needle and yarn. Her brown hair wrapped over her shoulder in a long braid with bangs that framed her face. The desk clerk was wearing a beige sweater and some dark jeans, and had a wedding ring on her finger.