Even later after midnight! I'm very tired!
This is the fill for Day 15: Ancient History.
Continuing the immortality plotline from the "Immortal" and "Writer" fills, though this is a bit of a jump down the timeline.
(While this is loosely, loosely based on parts of my experience on an archaeology dig as an undergrad, I took lots of liberties on how one would be organized and such. It's an alternate universe; it can work how I want.)
Arrival on the island felt… momentous in a way that she’d fully expected, yet hadn’t been able to prepare for. It had been such a long time. Impossibly long. She’d never thought she’d be back at all.
Nothing was the same. That was a given. Nothing was as different as it could have been.
There was no village. There were no familiar trails to find where the village had been. But no new cities had been built on top of it. The trees all looked the same, just in new places. Flowers she never thought she’d see again bloomed in the undergrowth. The air felt right. It smelled like home. If someone had asked her to name those things, or even to try and remember them, she would have told them she couldn’t, that it had been too long. Now the familiarity was like a kick to the chest.
( Excavation )