**Changing to Devon's POV
**This will take effect for the rest of the series, as Devon is MC. Chapters POV may vary, but all besides Devon will be in the Third Person.
I woke up to my alarm beeping at me. I was still a little jet lagged from the previous day of travel, but with a full day ahead of me, I could not waste a second, especially for something as simple as jet lag.
Before heading downstairs to meet with my father's financial backer and head off to the site, I quickly got dressed in the outfit my father bought me for my previous birthday, it resembled, Indiana Jones, a famous fictional archeologist, which is the profession my father claims to be in. However, his focus has always been on unknown Artifacts, ones that the world still doesn't know the function of, he explores historical sites, but not those of historical prestige, but places where the least is known. He then creates his own hypothesis's of what happened in the past, trying to explain the culture that lived there.
Yet, whenever my father would tell me these educated guesses of his, I could never get behind them. They were always so outlandish, even trying to get me to believe that magic use to be possible. This one time, he went into a 2 day rant about the Incan Empire, and their vast knowledge of the previous Ages of the World. They had vast magical arrays, and even worshipped mythical creatures. This is seen in their art, temples and artifacts, but yet when my father was excavating the site, he found a secret passage, that lead him to the belief that remnants of magic are still left in the temples, just with no ambient mana in the world, all items became useless. In the world of the Magically unknown, his hypothesis's became world famous. My father, Stephen, went on many TV shows, podcasts, and even met with the Mexican Government after his release.
My father was simply, this world's version of Indiana Jones, with the one exception being that Indiana Jones at least had some historical fact to go along with his fictional stories.
Yet, here I was, wearing the outfit my father picked out for me, diving head first into his World of the Magically Unknown to find him.
Getting off the elevator, I was immediately greeted by a tall dark haired middle aged man, in an impeccable three piece suit. Smiling down at me, he Said
"Ahh you must be Devon, it is a pleasure to finally meet you, my name is Harold Armory, and I am Sir Jean Claude's personal assistant. He mentioned that you would be staying here, and advised for me to take you to the excavation site. He has been spending the majority of his busy time at the site ever since your father disappeared. Apparently Jean thinks that your father was close to uncovering the secret of the Lost Site, which has confused many famous historians over the past century. Yet, the day that Jean was to present his findings, he never came out of the site. There was plenty of video evidence showing him enter, his path through each of the old ruins, and then he ventured down a new hallway, with no recordings, and never was seen again. "
All of this information had been presented to me before, when I contracted the firm asking about my father, and tried to pry information from them on why he wasn't returning any of my phone calls. They flew out to meet me, and told me all of this. Yet hearing it again, just made me even more antsy to get to the site. I needed to get closure, or else I would stay awake each night waiting on something that may never come. I had always been the type of person to act first, and think second and this was no different. I had limited knowledge, only joining my father one three actual digs before, and the family vacations to famous historical sites around the world, and still I had the finally that only I would solve this mystery, that only I had the key to solve the puzzle that evaded everyone else.
Harold and I chatted about all the unimportant things going on in the world, like the weather, and my freshman year report card as we made our way through the city of Paris and out into the Country, heading for Mont Blanc, where just beneath the mountain range is the Lost Site rediscovered only a decade ago.
Upon arrival, I could tell that some serious money was dumped into this dig by the amount of pop up tents, 4 wheelers, and workers running around. Even with the disappearance of my father, production doesn't look to have dropped.
Walking into the main camp, I was shocked to see a man similarly dressed to me, yet you could tell that his outfit cost 5 figures, and the difference was evident. Yet, I didn't let this phase me, as I approached the man who could only be Jean Claude.
Taking off his sunglasses, Jean Claude extended his hand and got quickly to the point " I am glad to finally meet you, your dad always said you were even more skilled at discovering the unknown than him." My father had often told me this as well, but I knew he was full of it. How could, I, a 14 year old old boy who just finished his freshman year be? Jean kept talking while this thought crossed my mind.
"So while, id love to clue you in on everything that we have discovered since your fathers disappearance, I think it would be best for you to see the Lost site for yourself, and then we can discuss the details over dinner tonight, my treat, how does that sound"
I was glad he knew where all my attention was, and that was exploring the lost ruins, so I was eager to follow him down the dirt path. However, I didn't really care to go to dinner with this old man, but he was my fathers business partner, and a relatively nice guy, the least I could do would be have dinner with him, especially after flying me out.
After a good quarter mile, the path transitioned from dirt/sand to a stone floor, with a high archway that could fit an elephant! The ruins were still perfectly in tact, even after centuries of being buried on the side of the mountain.
Two lefts, one right, another left. 5 flights of stairs... Man this was one huge site, the layout was marvelous too, you could tell when this massive palace was built, it housed hundreds of people. IT was truly fit for royalty. However, the farther down I explored, the more different, and confusing the place got. My father would have been fascinated with all of the symbols, and different flows of power coming of the walls. I could feel the vibrations in the rock, the currents of air following. Follow the story, follow the pattern my father would say. Everything makes sense, when you see it with the right clues. So the question you need to ask is what is missing? what is accomplished? and everything pointed towards one way, the farther down I walked, the more intricate and defined the art work was.
I continued following the symbols on the wall until I reached a dead end, yet from everything that I saw, told me that this shouldn't end here. That the path continues ahead. Realizing this must be the same spot his father was credited for discovering, I took a step back and evaluated all the clues in front of me.
I didn't need to be able to read or even understand what I was seeing. All I needed to do was discern a pattern, or find the focal point.
Finally, after a few seconds of looking, I placed one palm in the direct center, with the other on the far right wall covering the only non repeating symbol.
The wall immediately feel through, and I walked in...
The room was adorned with light throughout, with a center podium. I could instantly tell this was a trap, it was so obvious, but as the door shut behind me and no options but forward, I had no other choice.
As soon as I went to put my fingerprint on the obelisk in the center, I blacked out...