Who is he kidding?!

Ha. Oh yes, I am madly in love with Indiana Jones, the most arrogant American you will ever meet! Which must be saying something, because that's just sad.

What I would like to know is why on Earth does he believe that every female has to like him? He couldn't even be attracted to all of them of course, because hello, he thinks I like him. I'm not that pretty! Ew!

Not to mention that girl that he was-eh hem- with when I first saw him, she was pretty. She was most likely the dumbest thing you could ever encounter, but she was pretty.

Indy probably likes the stupid ones. I bet it makes him feel smarter.

Wow, that's lowering the levels, poor guy.

NO! Don't pity him Marion! He's an ass! Oh, how I want to just wrap my hands around his throat and–

"Marion?" My father pops his head into the tent.

"Ah!" I let out as I tip off the edge of my chair.

Damn, I thought I could have mentally abused Indy in private!

"Oh, sorry about that. Well, I would like to show you something very interesting Marion."

Oh joy.

"Well, whatever it is, Indy isn't out there is he?" I begin to pick myself up from the sand.

"Not right now, no. He's in town for moment Why do you ask?"

"That's not the point." I brush off his question and quickly walk past him and out of the tent. "So what did you want to show me?" I place my hands on my hips.

I really don't want to deal with anyone right now.

"The diggers have found something!" My father cries as he gives a light jump.

I'm surprised there isn't a twinkle in his eye, or the clicking of heels.

"Um....great...?" I don't think I could even try to sound excited right now.

"Great?...GREAT?! That's all you have to say! MARION! I have been searching for the Ark of the Covenant for the majority of my life, and I finally have a break and all you can say is 'great'?"

The Ark of the Covenant?

"We're here to search for the Ark of the Covenant?" I dumbly spit out.

My father's face begins to contort. "You haven't been paying attention to anything on this trip have you?"

He looks upset. Is he upset?

"Oh are you kidding me?! Sure I have....I just......no, no I haven't, not really. Sorry Dad..."

He hates it when I don't pay attention.

"Well then at least you're being honest, but my goodness, what could possibly keep your mind occupied for that long? We've been here for quite some time, and I know you aren't the greatest at keep your mind set on one thing." He says with a grin.

"Thanks, Dad." I shake my head. "So anyways, what is it you wanted to show me?"

He jumps up again. "Oh! That's right! Here, follow me. I hope you don't mind walking for a bit." He turns away from me and begins to walk away. I follow.

"Well, how far is a bit?" Because I am not in the mood for walking.

"Oh, it's not far at all!" He says without even turning around.

Whatever you say Dad.

Not far at all my ass!

TWO MILES! I was not prepared to walk TWO MILES! COUNT THEM: TWO! One of my sandals broke a mile in, and I of course, did not bring a hat. So what happens again? Sunburn! Wonderful! I am gonna get blisters this time! Ha-Ho! It's exciting!

"We're here!" He cries triumphantly.

Oh no Abner Ravenwood! You do not get to act excited! You are mean, and deceiving and-and I won't have it! ARGH!

As I am mentally wringing my fathers neck my eyes pan over to what my father was referring to. I instantly forgot about wringing his neck.

What I saw in front of me was nothing less than beautiful.

"Isn't it breathtaking, Marion?" He says. He has the twinkle in his eye now. "....Marion."

I wasn't going to answers him, I was in shock, but he was right, so far it was living up to his description.

I began to cough hysterically, trying to regain some fresher air in my lungs.

"My God Marion, breathe! You are constantly doing that, one of these days you'll pass out from asphyxiation!"

I cough a few more times. The stale air finally leaves my lungs. "Oh shush up, I'll be fine," I say with a wave of my hand. "Now, this is what you wanted to show me?"

My father knits his brow together. Mostly likely wondering how I began bossing him around. He eventually refocuses and redirects his attention towards what is before us.

"Yes, Marion. This is exactly what we have been looking for!" A red color begins to rise in his cheeks, which makes it obvious that he is almost too excited.

"What is it?" I look up at the structure in my view. What looks like a half buried building in the side of a cliff seems so much more. From far away it would look just like an old building, maybe once an inn or large house, but at this range you could tell it certainly wasn't made sloppily to house the normal residents of Egypt.

Pillars stretched from the roof of the building to somewhere beneath in the continuing oblivion of sand. Etched around the pillars were various colored symbols, none of which I could read. No doubt from years of sand and dirt scraping away at the exterior.

Trying to absorb everything I quickly found a new target to stare at.

There were no windows on this building I noticed. Instead a large entryway was in the middle of the facade, most likely leading farther into the side of the cliff . It was also half buried in the dirt, but was dwarfing everything around it nonetheless.

I could only imagine how far it extended below the horizon of site.

Beyond the entrance was darkness–I couldn't see even the slightest thing inside of it, but people were walking in and out of it with nonchalance. What exactly is this place?

"You want to have a look?" My father finally asks, breaking the silence.

I take a moment for I forgot what he had just asked.

"...Oh would I?!" I holler and by the time I finish the sentence I am already halfway to the entrance.

This is fantastic!

"Marion! Wait!" My father cries from far behind me.

I stop, or at least try to, but instead I slide a few feet from the lack of traction.

"Come on!" I yell and motion for him to move closer. I don't even look back again, and I am already to the pillars. I sprint into the dark and instantly stop running. My father calls my name, but I don't understand a word after that. So, I continue with a walk down the pitch black corridor....I guess a light would have been wise.

So I am pretty sure I just got lost down here. Or up here. Didn't I just past those sets of glyphs?

Currently, I am walking through a single corridor, and I feel like I have been walking in the same one for twenty minutes. But I know I have been in this place for at least an hour. I've walked in three circles, and made five rights (which took me to a large empty room, which only took me to more sets of corridors. So obviously, I didn't end up in the same place after three turns).

Now I am squinting in the near dark (the only light seems to come from the occasional hole orcrack in the ceiling...too high to climb to) and trying to find my way back to the entrance, but so far no luck. All I seem to be doing is walking in circles, or coming upon an area I've never seen.

I forgot my trusty bread crumbs, so a trail is out of the question.

My mind begins to wander as I decide to take a left this time and begin to follow down a new corridor.

I sure hope this place doesn't have traps.

OH MY GOD! I didn't even think about that!

I'm gonna die! My body will rot in here and no one will find me until the next turn of the century! I'm gonna be a mummy!

Whoa Ravenwood, pull yourself together. You've got this. Breathe in. Breathe out.....much better.

I can see a dim light ahead of me in the corridor.

Freedom? Civilization?

I sprint down the rest of the corridor and it expands into a single room. I am too caught up in the site to notice it is a dead-end.

I breathe in deeply as a soak in my surroundings.

A beam of light just barely passes from the ceiling crakcs down to the middle of the room, just enough to light the center, making the walls harder to see. But there seems to be enough in the middle anyways...who cares about the walls?

The pillars in the rooms stretch a good twenty feet from the floor to ceiling. The pillars are nothing like the ones outside though. These pillars have strange hieroglyphs on them like nothing I have ever seen. I walk over to one and touch a glyph that looks like a W with a lower case Y attached to the bottom of it. I look up and squint into the dark to the back wall. Something is on that wall.

I slowly walk from my place at the pillar to the back wall of the room. Is it a drawing?

I finally reach my destination. It was a giant mural.

There were the same strange glyphs under this mural, but these were faded more.

That's strange.

I slowly look up to the dwarfing, ancient piece and try to make out what it is in the dark. I take a few steps back to get the whole picture.

This cannot be happening!

I am staring at a giant picture of the Ark of the Covenant!

Sure enough it was. My eyes were not deceiving me.

It was a group of whom were obviously Egyptians carrying the Ark, but the drawing on the ancient stone was beautiful. There was great detail in each individual carrying the Ark, and the Ark itself.

It must have taken months to complete this.

I lean in, mere inches away from the stone. My eyes begin to scan over the various colors forever etched into history.

How did they make all of these colors with their technology? They are something else.

I lift my hand brush my hand across one of the servant's sandals, and suck in a breath as a stone piece moves underneath my hand.

"Oh no." I simply state.

The thin round piece of rock I scanned my hand over makes an awful grinding noiseas it sinks farther into the wall than the rest.

"Not good Marion, not good at all!" I freeze in place as I here more stones moving behind the rock wall that is the mural.

My impending doom...

I close my eyes and just hope whatever I did kills me fast.

Wait for it....

Nothing.

It's gonna come eventually. It just takes a while, it is kind of old.

The stone movement ceases, and as soon as it does I unclench and sigh in relief.

"Thanks goodness!"

I take a slight step back.

Wrong move.

One stone out of the many that make up the floor sinks down, I have no time to react because before I know it the rest of the floor I am standing on gives way and I fall with those stones, down into....darkness.

TBC

So I know I am awful and I said before that I am awful for not updating in a month and now it has been MONTHS. Ugh! I blame it on Chemistry, Comp. Graphics, and basketball. Don't get me wrong, I love my computer graphics class, but I am always working on projects after school, but not anymore because now I have a study hall instead. Haha! And ugh, I know there isn't any Marion/Indy stuff in here now, but I have to build up to something and if you guys just hang in there (if I still have readers at this point) it will all turn out good. I refuse to let this story go unfinished! Oh, and I also started watching 30 Rock, and basically that is my life now haha. I never knew it exsisted until this year! Ah! It's sooo funny (Liz Lemon is me in twenty years, I kid you not).