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The Offering

... it,” she demanded. The guard lowered his hand and returned to issuing orders to the other locals to leave. Abasi was busy trying to calm the locals and keep the guards from resorting to violence. Cameron turned to the woman and asked, “Are you okay?” The woman nodded, and then her eyes brightened. “Yes, you are the one.” “Pardon?” Cameron responded, her eyebrows arching in confusion. “You do not seek to desecrate the tomb,” the local woman said, reaching beneath the layers of her clothing. “No, of course not – none of us do,” Cameron responded. The woman withdrew a pouch and said, “Take this. It must be this night.” The woman handed over the pouch. Cameron accepted the pouch with more than a little confusion, but before she could speak again, the woman continued. “You know what this day is. Turn back the sands of time. You will know the importance.” With that, the woman bowed her head and turned away, walking back across the rocky terrain. “There is nothing I can do,” Abasi sighed. “I will request another group of diggers be sent immediately.” “What’s wrong with all of them?” Cameron asked, slipping the pouch into one of her own, situated on the belt at her hip. Abasi answered, “They believe that a curse has been unleashed upon them because of the opening of the tomb.” Cameron sighed and massaged her temples with her fingertips. “We’ll just have to get along until you can bring in a new group of diggers.” With the locals now dispersing, the tension in the air lessened, ...

... though it didn’t vanish entirely. “We selected the men...” Abasi trailed off and snapped his gaze off to the side. Cameron heard the sound as well, a distinctly feline growl. She saw no sign of the source, however. “The hell was that?” One of the men at the camp asked. “Sounded like a cat, over there,” another replied, pointing toward a completely different place than where Cameron and Abasi had heard a growl. With darkness descending, Cameron said, “I’m going to go lock down the tomb.” “I will attempt to redeem myself by calming those who remain.” Cameron nodded and made her way back to the tomb. As she passed through the camp, one of the younger men on the team suddenly spun away and vomited. Cameron scowled at Trent and walked over to him to quietly chide, “I thought you were going to keep this under control.” “Brian wasn’t drinking,” Trent protested in a hushed voice, and then went over to check on the man. Despite the sinking of the sun, the air felt especially hot and oppressive. The previously jovial air of the party had quickly degenerated into nervousness. Cameron herself felt a sense of dread, as though something ominous loomed on the horizon. Cynthia approached from the storage tomb and handed Cameron the key. “I locked up. I could have sworn I heard a cat growling while I was doing it.” “You’re not the only one. There must be a stray running around here somewhere. I’m going to lock the tomb. Trent can let you know what happened. Brian was just sick, see if you can find ...