You’re a philosopher. You dig up bones, explore and whatever else. You were given the opportunity to go to an old civilization that’s run down and has never been explored before. You happily agreed and packed your bags.

the plain was nice, it flew day and night for over three weeks. You made many stops obviously. But you were pretty much there almost right over the island when all of a sudden arrows and unexplainable explosives went off and shot down the plain. You fell, knowing you’d die. Then everything went black. The end.

Just kidding. You woke up a bit later laying on some sort of hay. You were dizzy but smelt something cooking. The sun burning down on you then a few people surrounded you, they definitely didn’t look like how it was back where you lived. The civilization was older and very forest like. A man bent down next to you. He smiled and tilted his head slightly.

“Hi.”