Whispers... I hear whispers. I know that I'm all alone right now but I really need to get that dagger. It is one of the lost treasures that I needed to complete my mission, so whatever happens, I must get it.
Slowly, the archaeologist walked closer to the gold-coated dagger lying on the floor. Retrieving lost artifacts like this is his greatest pleasure not minding the danger that lies ahead. Though his assistant doesn't approve of this, retrieving a golden dagger inside a large hole on the ground in the middle of the forest, he still insisted on getting it. So she doesn't have much of a choice but to wait outside of the hole.
The whispers are getting louder as his cold and shaky hands get closer to it. Sweats run down through his body and his heart started to beat fast. As his hands touched the dagger the whispers stopped. He roamed his eyes on the surroundings even though it is a bit dim but he saw nothing. He quickly holds a grip on the dagger and felt the cold metal on his hands.
He picked up the flashlight that he left on the ground and pointed it to the dagger he was holding. He noticed that there are some small carvings on the blade of the dagger but it was too dusty to know what were those carvings meant. He tried wiping it into his pants and he noticed that it is a composition of words in Latin.
"Te uno nomine veroque invoco." he read it out loud thinking if he said it right. Now he's thinking of studying Latin but then he realized that there's no time for that, and why bother studying Latin if his assistant can translate it for him.
He decided to go back so he reached out for his handheld transceiver to call his assistant. He stopped moving for a while thinking where could it be. It is missing from his belt and all he remembered was putting it inside the pouch of his belt. He searched for it in his pockets but he found nothing. Using the flashlight, he looked everywhere he went to but he had no luck finding it.
Thinking where he left it doesn't even ring a bell. He looked up and all he saw was a small light that comes from the outside and the rope that is tied on him that leads outside the hole, but the hole is too deep that him shouting is a very bad idea.
After a short brainstorming, he decided to climb up using the rope that is tied on him. But for some reason, he heard a man's voice calling out his name repeatedly behind him. He just froze there standing and his heartbeat began to beat fast as he tried to hold a grip on the flashlight and the dagger that he is holding. Slowly, he turned around and quickly pointed the flashlight where he heard the voice.
The flashlight suddenly started to flicker and the third time it flickered a silhouette of a man appeared on the farthest part of the cave then the surrounding became dark as the flashlight turned off. Hoping that it was just all of his imaginations he chuckled softly and turned back to what he was doing. But what he saw made him froze there standing and made his smile turn upside down. A man with red glaring eyes and a crooked smile is standing right in front of him.
The flashlight turned on and the man was already gone. The surrounding became so weirdly quiet that all he can hear is his shaky breathing and his beating heart. Because of fear, he did not lose any moment and hurriedly climbed up using the rope. Though his hands are all shaky he still managed to climb as fast as he could so he could get out of there alive. He looked up and he can almost see the entrance of the hole but a cracking sound stopped him from climbing.
N-No... It can't be!
A voice of a man laughing echoed all around and made him continue to climb but as the moment he moved the rope suddenly ripped off making him falling so fast on the ground that a loud thud echoed all around followed by a deafening silence. He can't move a bit but his eyes were wide open with his pupils dilated because of the dark.
Seconds later footsteps are approaching but he still can't see because of the dark. Followed by a wicked laugh of a man, he knew that someone or something must've stopped in front of him.
"Thank you for letting me out human, it has been decades since I've been out of that hellish prison, and now I can have my revenge. But before that..." a face with glaring red eyes and a crooked smile slowly leaned forward so close into his face that it's pointed nose almost touched his, "what is your wish?"
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