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A TRANSFORMERS FANFIC (oc insert)

GUARDIAN OF THE CODEX

Prologue || A RELIEF UNCOVERED

Tuesday. August 22, 1995

Parokya ni Edgar was booming from the television. Ali was convinced that it was a catchy song and it had reminded her of her college days. Sipping coffee from a red cup and looking out the terrace gave her an impression as though she was in a commercial. The view of Samar from her terrace should have offered her comfort but something was looming over her head---the deadline of the Biringan project.

Allea Pertucci, called "Ali" by her closest colleagues and friends, was an archaeologist. Over a duration of one month and a half, she was travelling all over the Philippines in search for clues that will lead her to the enchanted city of Biringan.

It was said that the city was the domain of Engkantos or what we call fairies or fae creatures in English. Biringan boasted modern structures capable of comparing it to the Big Apple or some other modern city out there. And yet it was a magical city.

Ali had remembered her statements while pitching for the project:

"There is a 20% chance that we have here may be likened to Troy. We do remember that right? What if that is the same with Biringan..."

Ali sighed. Now, she was half convinced. What was she going to do?How was she going to persuade the Agency what more with the deadline looming over her head---how was she going to provide proof that such a city exists?!

A sudden call caught her attention. Ali rushed to the bedside table and answered.

"Hello? Kinsa ni?" Ali asked who it was. She was glad though that the person on the other end had understood Cebuano. Staying in Samar may have proved a bit difficult since the dialect is different from that of Cebu, her hometown. Despite that, she had met a group of people who were familiar with the Cebuano dialect. The fact that some of them were foreigners.

"Miss Ali, si Miguel ni, I have received a message that something was unearthed in the next town. We ought to check it out." Miguel spoke, Mexican accent apparent but still managed to sound like a Cebuano.

Ali processed what she learned. "Right, moara nako. I will be right there." She replied, hurriedly preparing for the drive. She placed her cup down and gave her face a cleanse and a wash. Ali changed into her white shirt, brown trousers, brown suspenders and black boots. She always admired the wardrobe that Indiana Jones was sporting---and thought why not replicate that?

Ali went over to her car and drove to the next town which took her thirty minutes. Upon arriving, Miguel met her and a few of her colleagues accompanied him.

"What do we have?" Ali asked as she braided her hair to the side while talking towards Miguel after she had parked her car.

"Locals said it is covered in what appears to be...a sack."

"Human?" Ali inquired. Miguel did a double take while the others shook their heads or were just weirded out.

"How is that- Ali please it is made of rattan. You are reading too many of those books." He stated. Ali knew very well what books he was referring to.

"I had to at least get the deadline off my mind." She swatted a low-lying palm leaf away from her face as they walked. Miguel just shook his head in disbelief.

They arrived no sooner in a secluded village surrounded by palm trees. Ali could see people crowding at a house. She turned to face Miguel.

"Is the place?"

"Yeah, we just have to get across the people. Then you will be able to see it."

"Translator present or do we have someone who can speak my dialect?"

"Both. But I bet you preferred the person that spoke your dialect." Miguel said.

"Yeah."

They made their way across the crowd and had reached a pit that had become an excavated site. The site was close to an old house. The people there noticed Ali and her company approaching.

"Good morneng mam!" A local working alongside the group of archaeologists greeted. Ali waved with a smile.

"Good morning. Kamusta? What have you guys found out?"

"Kanang bato mam. uhm rock mam- rock." The local responded, albeit trying his best to communicate with the little Cebuano he knew, as well as some English words he had learned.

"At ease, let me take it from here." She replied and gave the local a friendly pat on the back. The local nodded and guided her to the pit.

It was large, rectangular in shape most likely done by the workers alongside her team. The only way of going down the pit was by ladder. Miguel offered his assistance, but Ali was convinced she could do it on her own.

Upon reaching the bottom, Ali was called over by a woman no less older than she was.

"Glad you're here. Look at what we have found." In her hands was what seemed to be a relief, a broken relief and written on the stone were strange symbols that neither looked hieroglyphic or Baybayin in nature. This was right after the rattan sack was removed on top of the stone.

"Is this the language of Biringan?" Ali asked, looking at her and then at Miguel.

"It looks like a bunch of swirls and stuff." Miguel spoke his opinion.

"Not Filipino in nature." The girl added. Ali and Miguel nodded.

"But it was surely wrapped in rattan. Date?" Ali asked.

"Not conclusive." Miguel answered. Ali frowned. Miguel yet continued. "But we have a lead saying a researcher from New York is familiar with the writings." Miguel knew that this information was enough to lift her spirits up.

Ali pondered. Yes, what Miguel had said did lift her sullen spirit. This was then replaced with curiosity. Why- What was it doing here? She had so many questions and she knew this will be answered in New York.

Ali's colleagues suggested to have the rock be covered in plaster---it was thought to be treated like a fossil. She disagreed and said to have the artifact be inside a briefcase. It was just enough.

Miguel offered to take her back to the hotel room. He was a close friend of the female, and he can be very protective at times.

"You know, I can drive." Ali glanced at her companion with the relief safely held in her hands. For the time being it was wrapped in cloth.

"Yeah. But I offered, just enjoy the ride."

Ali could not do anything about it. She just shrugged.

"The Agency will help in providing the necessary documents, right? This is my first time going international---as in outside of Asia. " Ali sighed, looking down at what seemed to be now a precious cargo.

"Suus, please tell me you're not scared of airplanes. Yet, you're such a daredevil when you're out excavating or climbing mountains to get to the site." Miguel stated amusingly, there were times that his friend was truly a surprise.

"Oh god," Ali laughed lightly as she looked back. "If you hadn't spent two years in my city. I could probably have mistaken you as a Filipino. That 'suus' was golden."

"Philippines and Mexico were both colonized by Spain. Clearly, some of your words our derived from our words--"

"-not to mention our food!" Ali interrupted with a smirk on her lips. Miguel shook his head.

"Yes, that."

"I can enumerate them, if you want."

"No."

They had finally arrived at the hotel. Ali was excited to know that she was going to travel, to go somewhere but then the dread of packing suddenly brought her back to reality. Ali told Miguel to wait an hour. He did but within that one hour, he was able to charter a seaplane that will take her to Cebu and from there- a private plane will take her to New York City.

"There will be layovers." Miguel said, placing the last bit of her luggage in the car that will take her to the pier.

"I think I can handle those. It's not like I'm not used to that right?" She closed the trunk, happily.

"Yeah but hey kiddo, I and the others will miss you. You better call when you get there." Miguel added wrapping his big, strong arms around her. Ali laughed and just let the man do it. A few seconds later, she hugged back.

"I will."

Ali gave her regards to her crew and told them to continue even while she was not present, saying that it will be helpful. Then, she said her goodbyes one last time, hugged Miguel tight and got inside the car. Miguel waved as the car drove away.

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