Here I was at the university; my third year! I could finally go to a dig site and get hands on experience. Gobekli Tepe was the assignment. Located in turkey, it would be the farthest I'd travel from home here in the states. My excitement ran amok when I was told that less than five percent of the site had been explored. I could make archeological history on a simple assignment! I rushed to pack my things and rest for the upcoming trip.
The little bit of sleep I got was troubled at best. Odd dreams of rituals and sacrifice haunted me throughout the night. I brushed it off as anxiety and jitters from the trip. I told my parents I love them, kissed my girlfriend goodbye, and headed to the airport. Amazement on my mind and ambition in my intent, I was going to make a find.
During the flight, I was quite tired so I decide to get some shuteye. Those dreams kept coming back, of tribes and fire; of spirits and sacrifice. This time they were far more vivid. My professor woke me to get me to calm down during my sleep. Finally we made it to turkey.
The sun bearing down on me that first day was nearly unbearable, the work was brutal too. There was no major findings to speak of. Yet the sheer excitement never left my face even for a second. It took minutes for the simple assignment to become a labor of love. Professor Milton was more than excited to see my work ethic flourish on the field. I couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity though. It was a wicked case of Deja Vu.
On day three, after extensive digging we came across a finding: a skeleton. The nearly complete skeletal remains of a person, Missing a few ribs, a foot, and it's hands. The professor said by looking at the pelvis we can make an educated guess that it was a male, possibly in his 20's. He had been there a while by the looks of it. Then someone said they found a watch fossilized in stone which caused a huge hush. While everybody was talking about it, I found my piece of history. It looked like a talon made of nickel or some shiny metal.
So I picked it up and everything went black.
Oh god, I've been here before. They're cutting off my hands! Help me! I'm here! I'm not supposed to be here!
Professor Milton spent two weeks to find Micheal to no avail. He told Micheal's family, assuming he died due to exposure. The professor went to task identifying the watch for investigation. After brushing off sediment he cam across some writing on the back. While he couldn't get it all cleared up, one word was fully visible: Mike. So he thumbed through the school photos and there it was, Micheal's lucky watch.
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