Prompt# 222 - Methodical Thinking - The Gate - Tekia - Original

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Title: The Gate
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Methodical Thinking
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Something is uncovered after being lost for over five thousand years.

A circle of old stones was found first. They were each carved to fit into the next perfectly and turned the dig into a major media event. The art was unknown and the style was unlike any they had seen before.
The size of the stone circle was a surprise, more so when they discovered that it probably sat upright. The diameter was determined to be at least eight feet and much methodical thinking was put to the task of discovering just how the stone circle was erected.
At some point the structure had fallen and then forgotten as time passed and earth covered the whole of the site. As scientists of all sorts went to work on the structure, the archeologists continued to expose the full circle.
Then they uncovered something even more exhilarating.
There was an explosion of reports in the news when she had been first uncovered. Reporters huddled around the tarps and flashed photos of the diggers as they passed from one tent to the next, mud on their boots and dazed looks in their eyes. Visitors from around the world crowded behind tape lines, all eager to see if the rumors were true.
Did the archeologists really find a human, still alive, buried under ground in a site recorded to be over five thousand years old? No matter how impossible the thought was, still hundreds of people gathered with the hope to see such a miracle.
Some photos were leaked only days before of a muddy limb chained to a stone, the arm embedded into the ground that hid the rest of the body from view. Like wild fire, the photos spread throughout the scientific world, then the rest of the world was breathing down the team’s neck.
The professors refused to comment and the students were nervous and too afraid to say yea or nay to the questions asked of them. Right away the site was covered and hidden from sight and police were summoned to protect both the site and workers, and to uncover the truth.
Less than a day later, the crowd was fed more fodder as a large object was pulled out of the tent, on a stretcher, and hidden under a white sheet. The stretcher was escorted to a waiting truck with an armed guard and flashes lit the falling night.
The next day what they had uncovered was revealed to the world at large.
Photos were released to the press, with formal statements. Indeed, they had found a living person buried in the site. It was impossible, but it has happened. She was chained to the stone circle and hadn’t woken up, but she was alive.
Her clothing was marvelous and beyond anything thought to exist at the time. The cloth was woven with such detail and such skill that people today would be hard pressed to copy. She wore tiny shoes hand stitched and a crown of hammered gold and silver. Her skin, once washed, was sun darkened and her hair was black with strands of sun-bleached gold and red. Doctors confirmed that her eyes were blue.
She was proclaimed to be in good health despite being buried alive, then the theories ran wild. It was all a hoax, papers printed. It was all staged and the girl was nothing but an actress.
Then she woke up and stunned the doctors with being unable to speak their language. Or refusing to speak their language if she were faking it.
She marveled at the items around her, from the clothes the doctors wore, to the doors holding her captive. She babbled in a language nobody could understand and grew frustrated with the people around her.
Finally, she was shown a photo of where she had been found, hoping for some sort of understanding on either part and the girl, through clever use of hand gestures, indicated she wanted to go back to the stone circle.
After much deliberating, she was loaded into a van and taken back out to the site. The skies had cleared and the tarps and tents had been removed. She carefully picked her way to the embedded stones and stood before them, her long hair whipping in the wind. She pulled off her slippers and shrugged off the coat the hospital had issued her. She murmured words that were snatched by the wind and held her hands out before her, fingers splayed wide.
As reporters and men of science all watched in awe, her voice took on the cadence of a chant. The earth under foot began to tremble as the stones in the circle glowed with an inner light, then broke free of the clinging earth. They turned from dirty grey and brown to light shimmering white and formed the circle they had guessed it to be, hovering vertically about a foot off the ground. The circle rotated slowly with a low rumble, glowing ever brighter.
In the center of the stone circle a spark lit, growing until it filled the circle. A second circle of light horizontally encircled the stones and rotated opposite them. Then the earth stopped its trembling and the world was deathly silent, every living thing watching this event.
The girl dropped her arms and sighed, her shoulders drooping with effort. She stepped closer to the circles and passed into the circle made of light. Her clothes were transformed into the outfit they had first found her in, headdress and all and she turned to face the gathered peoples.
“I am,” she said to everybody who could hear her in the language they knew best, “the guardian of the gate.” A rainbow appeared from the light of the gate refracting off the rain still in the air. Her eyes appeared to reflect the rainbow and yet seemed to see nothing at all. She looked at nobody, but everybody felt that she was looking right into their souls. “Through me, you must pass to enter the heavens. Speak my name, and you may enter.”

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