I was always fond of archaeologists and the idea of discovering meaningful artifacts, I just never thought I would be apart of an expedition to find one.
My friend, Billy said he needed a history expert to help with the preservation of the Aztec ruins in case we don't find the magical artifact.
Of course, I was thrilled to be apart of this expedition since all I had ever done was appear for various museums to help present the history long forgotten about the Aztec, Icans and Myans to the younger generations. Some people occasionally tell me that I look old, but I never felt like I was ever too old to go on a fantastic exploration such as this one.
Another reason why Billy had selected me was the fact that I was very meticulous about the placement of items. If even one speck of dust was out of place or was there unexpectedly I would go crazy over it until it was resolved.
On our way to some old ruins in Mexico, Billy asked me if I knew about the Aztec's strange and yet highly advanced machinery.
"I happened to study that quite a bit to try and figure out where most of it came from, but I never could quite figure it out." I said.
Billy sighed, "I was afraid of that. However, I did happen to stumble across a supposed ancestor of the Aztec's whose family passed down this legend from generation to generation. It spoke of a magical artifact that could make things appear or disappear at will, but it could never do away with what it was asked to do to begin with."
"That sounds like nothing more than a fable," I could feel some jealousy arising on my face, "I would like to meet this man who you say is actually a true descendant of the Aztecs."
