Chapter 3: Solitude
Tasha was in a bad mood after her meeting with the two archeologists. They hadn't gotten any further in their translations. The relics that they had found in Africa last year were gathering dust and those idiots were still no closer to figuring out what it meant. She had been able to figure out more than half of it at first glance, the part written in Alderian, but she needed those so-called language experts to translate the rest. She had used her less than conventional resources to look into it further but had hit a dead end. What she felt was part of an ancient prophecy in a forgotten language referred to some strange power source. A mystical sphere of some kind.
Tasha shook her head and made her way on foot to the beach. It was all probably just the raving of a mad man or a strange archaic religion. She was just bored that was her problem. There was nothing threatening the earth and her company ran like a well oiled machine and didn't really need her constant presence. She had jumped at the idea of solving a puzzle presented by the archeologists she had funded a dig for, but now even that was losing its appeal.