I could understand little of what they were saying and yet I was trying my best to not get lost in translation. Getting lost in translation could lead me into many troubles. I might unknowingly offend them or they might try to do something to me, you never know! It was a world that was destroyed afterall.
As I entered their village I saw a statue. Flash!! I shouted recognising the famous superhero from the comics of the past. "You know him?" asked one of the people who led me there. "We thought only the people of our land have scriptures about him!" In a calm tone I replied, "I am from the past, and I know Barry very well!" That shocked them. "You know his real name?" asked one of them, "are you one of them too?" asked another one, I was shocked! "One of what?" The oldest of them looked at me, stared right into my eyes! His eyes were gleaming. "One of the Gods", "we have their scriptures everywhere! It must be ancient history or mythology!! It explains everything from complicated fighting techniques to impossible ones and scientific knowledge like travelling through time!" and thats when it hit me! if I knew what had happened I might have been able to save it from getting destroyed. One of the ones here could have been my descendants. I did not want such a future for the world I lived in. So I decided to become fluent in their language first so I can communicate better. This will let me know about their history which is my future or so to say. This is so complicated my head hurts!