I was just another college student who was just trying to get by and get my degree in history. I didn't know what really I wanted in life and so each day was like the last, and not much change to really influence it. I'd get ready for the day, maybe eat a meal, and then I'd go to my classes. Each day like the last, a repeated cycle over and over with only what friends I had and a few favorite classes to look forward too.
That was until I got to know my archaeology professor a little better. John Templar was his name, a really great teacher, and had this sort of air about him that made you trust him. He would pull me to the side after each class and just talk to me. He was very opinionated and religious, which I have no problem with, but he would go on about I have a great purpose in my life. I had a great purpose for my life? Yeah, right well I knew a few teachers, a land lord, and debt collectors that would say other wise.
One day Professor Templar tells me he has something to show me in his office. I went along because he usually had cool relics he would bring along to class from his past archaeological digs. I thought this was just another small relic like all the others. I couldn't be more wrong. When I got to his office John opens his desk drawer and pulls out this small round object that's shaped liked a big coin, and it's all covered up in old looking rags. As he unveils it I see that it's much more than what I thought. It looked like some strange alien device with familiar Celtic early British symbols, and looked very advanced. It's face was made of glass and had shifting crimson sands that moved as the device did.
"What is that?" I asked. I was astonished the very device was like something I've never seen in my life and had a strange unearthly beauty about it.
"It's called the Druid Hourglass, and it's a very powerful artifact, one that will help you find your true purpose." John said smiling at me and lifting the device up to me as he sat at his desk. "Take it, son. You'll find a good use for it." His voice sounded so sure, it sounded like he knew what he was talking about.
"The red sand in the face...what is that?"
"The blood and bones of those sacrificed to make it. It's called the Druid Hourglass, and just think about a time and place. It can take you there."
I looked at John confused, was this the same educated and credited professor I've been talking too the past few weeks? He looked serious and it made me think that everything the man had been teaching us wasn't supported by any kind of authority anymore. Hell, the textbook he wrote that he made us read could just have been filled with lies. I was about to put the artifact on his desk and leave, but he stopped me.
"Take it. Use it." Was all he said. I rolled my eyes and decided to play along with him. Perhaps he was just playing a game. So I thought about something simple. Wing City twenty years in the future. Surely that wouldn't be to hard for a Time Travel device. It wasn't. By God, John was right! In a moment a bright light flashed in my eyes and I couldn't see. It felt like my body was moving, like I was being stretched and wrung out like a rag. When I opened my eyes I was in the middle of downtown wing city and after finding a news paper I could see that I was thrown twenty years into the future.
That was until I got to know my archaeology professor a little better. John Templar was his name, a really great teacher, and had this sort of air about him that made you trust him. He would pull me to the side after each class and just talk to me. He was very opinionated and religious, which I have no problem with, but he would go on about I have a great purpose in my life. I had a great purpose for my life? Yeah, right well I knew a few teachers, a land lord, and debt collectors that would say other wise.
One day Professor Templar tells me he has something to show me in his office. I went along because he usually had cool relics he would bring along to class from his past archaeological digs. I thought this was just another small relic like all the others. I couldn't be more wrong. When I got to his office John opens his desk drawer and pulls out this small round object that's shaped liked a big coin, and it's all covered up in old looking rags. As he unveils it I see that it's much more than what I thought. It looked like some strange alien device with familiar Celtic early British symbols, and looked very advanced. It's face was made of glass and had shifting crimson sands that moved as the device did.
"What is that?" I asked. I was astonished the very device was like something I've never seen in my life and had a strange unearthly beauty about it.
"It's called the Druid Hourglass, and it's a very powerful artifact, one that will help you find your true purpose." John said smiling at me and lifting the device up to me as he sat at his desk. "Take it, son. You'll find a good use for it." His voice sounded so sure, it sounded like he knew what he was talking about.
"The red sand in the face...what is that?"
"The blood and bones of those sacrificed to make it. It's called the Druid Hourglass, and just think about a time and place. It can take you there."
I looked at John confused, was this the same educated and credited professor I've been talking too the past few weeks? He looked serious and it made me think that everything the man had been teaching us wasn't supported by any kind of authority anymore. Hell, the textbook he wrote that he made us read could just have been filled with lies. I was about to put the artifact on his desk and leave, but he stopped me.
"Take it. Use it." Was all he said. I rolled my eyes and decided to play along with him. Perhaps he was just playing a game. So I thought about something simple. Wing City twenty years in the future. Surely that wouldn't be to hard for a Time Travel device. It wasn't. By God, John was right! In a moment a bright light flashed in my eyes and I couldn't see. It felt like my body was moving, like I was being stretched and wrung out like a rag. When I opened my eyes I was in the middle of downtown wing city and after finding a news paper I could see that I was thrown twenty years into the future.