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Date Posted: 11:56:01 10/17/00 Tue
Author: Slyck
Subject: Page 1 and 2

The Lost Medallions of Merlin

" 30 days hath September, April, June, & November.
All the rest but one have thirty-one,
Rain, sun, and jolly fun.
And the moon grows fat in every one."
- child's nursery rhyme


" So seek thy wolf in thy man."
- Metallica


Prologue

It was a cold, frosty day in the frozen wastelands of Siberia. The sky was a strange shade of frozen golden, like the aftermath of a radium bomb. A lone, dark figure crested a steep hill that over looked the valley below. He was a rather tall, burly man in his late forties. He had a pencil-thin mustache and large, callused hands from years of working in these extreme temperatures. Usually, his expeditions always went off without a problem. Today was different, very different.
"Bradford!" shouted the dark, mysterious man.
"Yes, sir." Bradford said windily, as he had just raced up the hillside upon the sound of his name.
"Were the man able to save any of the provisions from the sled before it finished sinking in the water?" asked the man.
"Some, sir." Replied Bradford carefully. All of the men were afraid of the dark man's anger.
"Some, some," repeated the man. "You'll have to be more specific than that. What is some?"
"W, w, well, sir, " stammered Bradford. "We were able to save some of the weapons, food rations, extra clothing, and some water." Bradford finished and stood frozen, expecting the worse.
The man paced back and forth for several minutes. Then, as if remembering something very important, the man spun around and grabbed Bradford by the front of his parka jacket.
"What about my personal chest? Was that recovered or lost?" demanded the man hotly.
"It, it was recovered, sir." Bradford managed to get out. He was dimly aware that he was a good six or seven inches off of the ground.
Just then, the two noticed a very striking figure approaching them. They could tell it was a woman by the way her dark, brown curls bulged out of the parka hood. As she drew closer, the men couldn't help but notice her eyes. She had eyes of the bluest skies that just seemed to remind you of a late summer evening. Such peace and tranquility were to be found in those eyes.
The dark mysterious man got a sly grin in his face. It seemed lately that she was the only person who could make him smile. The man dropped Bradford, much to Bradford's relief, and proceeded to give his wife a great big hug.
"Now, Hank, you know what I said about picking on Bradford that way." His wife said menacingly.
"That's quite alright, Mrs. Prime." Bradford spoke up.
"No, it's not alright. And, please Bradford, just call me Emily." Emily Prime said. She had insisted upon coming on this trip. Normally, she would stay at home and catalog and analyze the information her husband, Dr. Hank Prime, would send home.
"My wife is quite right, as usual. My apologies, Bradford. It's just that we have some very important things in that trunk that have to be sent back for studying." Dr. Hank Prime tried to explain. Dr. Hank Prime was a strong man, both mentally and physically. He and his wife were both scientists for a secret department of the U.S. government. They have been studying their subject for years before learning of the break they've been looking for. This break is what has brought them to Siberia; a god forsaken, barren place.
"Well, I guess we had better setup camp here tonight. We'll take a better inventory tomorrow, when there's more light." Commented Hank Prime, more to himself than to anyone. "Also, tomorrow we can go down into the valley and wait for the mail plane to show up. That stretch of barren field should do as a makeshift runway. Bradford, have the men start setting up camp and put a wire through to headquarters about needing fresh supplies. With any luck, we can have them by tomorrow."
"Right away, sir." Bradford said as he hustled off to tell the men they were camping here tonight instead of in the valley as planned. It was sure to cause some restlessness.
With the camp setup, Hank and Emily retired to their tent. Inside, Dr. Hank Prime proceeded to write in his daily log.

"Today was a much harder day than anticipated. This is our sixth day on our mission. We lost almost all of our sleds along with most of our provisions and equipment. We still have some left, probably enough to last us a few more days. I'm having Bradford wire headquarters to have them notify the inbound mail plane to bring us some much-needed supplies tomorrow. With luck, we will be able to reach the hidden temple tomorrow. There I hope to find the missing piece in my research on the missing medallions of Merlin. It is rumored that this temple was actually Merlin's last resting-place. Thanks to our government, we already have some relics from this temple, but oddly enough, our scientists have always come up missing when the mail plane arrives to pick up the outgoing research and relics. We were warned of this, so I have taken precautions and had the guard doubled tonight. So far, all has been peaceful, although I get the distinct feeling that we are being watched. Maybe it's just my imagination at work again. That is all for today."
- March 6tth, 1992
Dr. Hank Prime

With his entry made into his work journal, Dr. Hank Prime sat down to write to their seventeen-year-old son back home. Their son was staying with his best friend's family until they could return home in a few days. Dr. Hank prime writes,

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