Chapter One

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My phone rang, and I took off my disposable gloves.
I kept staring at the medallion inside the tray on the laboratory table in front of me.

I shoved the gloves in the dustbin and answered my phone.

"Hey sweetheart, working late again?" Papi's voice came from the other side of the call.

"You know me so well, Papi. It might not be the Eye of Katuma, but this medallion is sure piquing my interest. If it's a magical conduit, something on this medallion has to be different than all the others we had found."

Papi chuckled.

"What is so funny?"

"I'd never thought that I would live to see the day where my Jules actually believes the history of the Ancient Greeks."

"I don't believe it. I'm only going on what Jimmy is saying. And I have to make sure that the medallion is as old as we think it is."

"The test results haven't come back yet?"

"No, Meyers said tomorrow, first thing."

"How is everything at the lab?"

I chuckled. "You should come and show your face here now and then. It's not good for the owner to only care about the digging sites."

Papi laughed. "Yes, I'll make a turn tomorrow, I promise."

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"I'm perfect, Jules. You took well care of me these last few weeks."

"Okay, I love you. And stop being so stubborn, please. If you don't feel good, rest another week. Hamish can hold up the digging site for as long as you need. You are not as young as you used to be."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Speak to you tomorrow, Sweetheart."

The call got disconnected, and I looked at the golden medallion in its little tray under the lights.

My eyes lingered on the thunderbolt engraved in the middle of the medal.

Tiny symbols ran in a circle around the edge.

Papi's friend, Jimmy, a philologist and classicist, had fed him the information to the foreign symbols we'd never seen before and said the Ancient philosophers believed in magical conduits and that we'd found one.

A month had passed since our findings in Ethiopia. A month that I'd walked around with this slight depression and a shit lot of disappointment.

We didn't find the Eye of Katuma, which had been the exhibition's ultimate goal, but we'd found many other things. Artifacts that didn't belong to the Katuma. In fact, they looked Ancient Greek. Among the findings was this medal.

Lightning rumbled. I looked up from the medal, through the window at the clouds outside. They were heavy tonight and carried a thunderstorm.

Electricity sparked from the clouds. It created a beautiful painting between light blue and dark grey.

There was a lot of equipment at the lab. If the lightning were to become more intense, best to take caution and unplug the ones we do not rely on right now.

I turned away from the medallion and closed my laptop on the latest search. I'd tried to discover whether that specific thunderbolt was, in fact, the God of Thunder's symbol.

I had reread plenty of articles to refresh what I'd once known about the Greek gods and their Origins. The thunderbolt on the medallion matched the one of Zeus.

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