[ 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 . ''

`` You should n't dig here.'' 
 
 That was the first thing I said when I got to the dig site. 
 
 Kevin looked at me curiously. `` Why not? What's down there?'' 
 
 I shook my head. `` Something bad. Something dangerous. Let's leave it at that.'' 
 
 Dr. Goldberg raised his eyebrows. `` And what does'dangerous' mean?'' 
 
 `` You're not going to believe me. They never do.'' 
 
 `` What do you mean?'' Kevin asked. `` What's down there that we wo n't believe you? Have you seen it before?'' 
 
 `` Twice. California and Australia. It ended badly both times.'' 
 
 Dr. Goldberg snorted. `` You've seen whatever this is twice? After how many hundred dig sites you've been to? And you just expect me to go along with that?'' 
 
 And so I told him. I told him what had been dug up on those digs, and what had happened. As expected, they did n't believe me. Dr. Goldberg turned and gave the command to dig. 
 
 It took four months to uncover the thing. All the while, Kevin had tried to get me to leave and get psychiatric help. I refused. If they were going to dig anyway, then I would stay as well. Maybe this time I would n't survive. Then they could n't blame me for the tragedy I knew would occur. 
 
 Dr. Goldberg, of course, insisted we had simply found a new species of dinosaur. While I had found a few of those, that is not what I found at this dig site. 
 
 Of course, I tried to convince them to stop digging. Those four months of waiting, that's all I ever did. I even tried getting them to evacuate the country, though I knew that would n't work. 
 
 Finally, on August the 21st, they unearthed the last of the bones. The doctor and Kevin brought me to the dig site to see what they had found. Sure enough, I saw the same thing I had seen those previous 2 times. A seemingly-harmless pile of dinosaur bones. 
 
 Dr. Goldberg looked at me smugly. `` See? What did I tell you? Completely harm-'' 
 
 The rumbling of the bones cut him off. They watched, horror-struck, as the bones started to piece themselves together. In a matter of minutes, the once-dead bones now took on the form of a fully-grown skeletal dragon. 
 
 But unlike the previous dragons I had run into, it did n't stop there. We watched as muscles, veins, nerves, and eventually scales covered the bones. 
 
 When it finally stopped reforming, it was an amazing sight. 70 feet tall with gleaming scales in every shade of red known to man, it was certainly majestic. It was nothing like the ones I had seen before. Sure, they were amazing, too, but this one was different. It was fully-formed. 
 
 And that also meant it would be harder to get rid of. 
 
 Dr. Goldberg stared at the thing, terror in his eyes, blubbering. Finally, he turned and ran, tripping over a discarded pickaxe on his way. The other crew members took this as a command and began running as well. 
 
 Kevin turned to me, wide-eyed. `` You said you've seen this before. What do we do?'' 
 
 `` Nothing,'' I answered. `` We're doomed.'' 
 
 ~~~ 
 
 This is my first story on this sub, so feedback is appreciated! Also, I have an idea for a second part, if anyone is interested.
