[ WP ] You were born with the ability to know what is buried beneath your feet . You have worked for years alongside archaeologists finding lost cities and ancient treasures ; however , today is the first time you have ever said `` We should not dig here . ''

I am cold, and in a dark cell. Beside me, my cat Thompson sleeps. Below me, an evil does as well. Even now, I can hear his words, those awful words, those evil words. 
 
 `` Have you no honor?'' 
 Varet looked close to murder, though his eyes were also clouded with confusion. This was the first time I had ever told the team to stop digging. Perhaps to him, it seemed unjustified. After all, what danger could be left from the old ones? But now I know the meaning of the sacred prophecies. There are places without honor. This is one. 
 
 `` Lock him up. We dig!'' 
 
 They carried me off, like some common criminal. At first, I shouted warnings, tried to get them to stop. But they did n't heed me. Then, I begged them to stop. But they did not heed me. I can hear the drills strike steel, and the shouts of triumph. They will all die, and I will join them. At least I have Thompson for some light to read by.
