[ WP ] A boy with a plastic shovel goes digging for dinosaur bones , instead , he unearths an ancient evil . What happens ?

Rugged cliffs posed in the background, sharp, pointing off into the sky with their outcroppings. Tree branches studded the face of the cliffs in their multitudes, the tentacles of life breaking forth like a dead man's hand reaching up out of a grave. The air was still and heavy with the humidity that presages a rain with millions of fat, heavy drops unforgivingly assailing everything in their path. Oblivious to the potential precipitation, and prolific with perspiration, Besana digs in the clearing at the foot of the rockface in search of dragons and dinosaurs, the bones of which have sacred value to his people and endless fascination for him. The caravan was parked here for a few days, and in the distance all the sounds of the frenzied unpacking could be heard - the yell of men felling trees, women herding children into the newly-cleared centers of thickets. Besana had slipped away quite soon after without telling any of his family save his older sister, who often covered for his absences, sending the frazzled adults in every which direction asking each other `` Where is Besana? He should be helping his father with the stoves.'' or `` Where is Besana? He has to unload the toys for the toddlers.'' Usually some fresh drifter who happened to latch onto the caravan would run to get Besana back from wherever he went and prove his ( and they were always men in these parts who'd lost their fortune searching for gold ) worth to the group. Today was no different, with Archin volunteering to Besana's mother `` Do n't worry, ma'am, I'll have him back in a minute, could n't have gotten that far.'' The parents volunteered some information, `` He likes digging, in little depressions in the ground, often ones where animals have wallowed. He'll follow you easily once he sees you.'' 
 
 Archin turned to another drifter, a tall man with a hat that gleamed like it was marble, and a beard that was long and unkempt. `` If I do n't return in 5 minutes, come after me, I'll break the first leaf of every maple I find.'' The man nodded without hesitation and continued his devoted attention to the job of standing beside the other drifters waiting for an order from one of the caravan leaders. 
 
 A plump old woman turned to face Besana's mother `` The skies are grim, we'd best get into our shelter soon.'' Besana's mother turned to the sky - noticing for the first time, how little of it could be seen from the forest floor adjacent to the road they'd just pulled aside of. Although the mugginess was a damper on the morale of the caravan, it would be a boon soon enough. The streams had begun to dry on their way here and with the growing size of their pilgrimage, every drop would be valuable. `` Are the buckets out?'' she asked, without really seeking a response. 
 
 Archin took off into the distance, straight towards a little clearing he had spotted earlier at the base of the cliffs that loomed over them like an overbearing headmaster, breaking every maple leaf he could reach. It was n't long before he came to the edge of the forest before the clearing where Besana was sitting cross-legged in a patch of dust where a large bison would have been comfortable wallowing. Above the boy's shoulder was visible the unmistakable glint that every prospector in this region could see even when blindfolded. Archin's breath grew shallow. If the boy tells the caravan, then the fatcats will lay claim to it, seize it all for themselves. The boy ca n't make it back. Reaching for a sliver of rope tied to his belt, Archin stalked quietly, making little sound until he is behind the boy. With a great grunt, he hooks the boy's neck on the rope and lifts him up. The child kicks his legs and flails his hands, dropping his plastic shovel onto the ground. A minute passes of choked gasping, with Archin grimacing as the rope digs into his hands as much as it digs into the boy's neck, followed by another minute, just as choked and gasped. A distant sound of thunder signals the boy's body to cease it's purposeless struggle, and Archin now the only gasper left in the clearing lays the boy's body down. He smiles, finally having gotten what he came for, the last body in his trail of dead lying at his feet, he crawls over to the hole the boy had cleared, only to feel a stinging pain against his ear. He hears a crack of thunder in the distance again. 
 
 Archin flipped himself over to see the man with the hat standing over him, with a baton in hand, his eyes steely, mirroring the resolve that Archin would have seen in his own a minute ago. `` Wait, no, it's just fool's-'', the man with the hat forced the baton at Archin's unyielding skull. A thick crack, a swirl of sky, nausea, Archin was reeling, his hands bleeding, he pulled them up to defend and received a kick to his chin for his trouble. The man with the hat, seeing his companion limp on the ground, as if parodying the boy lying just a few feet to his left, lifted up his baton again, and lowered it into Archin's head. He repeated this motion until he grew tired of it and Archin's skull grew tired of shielding the fruits within. 
 
 The man with the hat turned from his fresh victory and eyed the glinting rock hungrily, the sky hanging above now like a balloon pushed to its limit, bursting with anger and frustrated in its search for release. He lifted his steel chisel above his head and with a triumphant echo of his actions earlier, he brought it down on the rock. Sparks flew from beneath the chisel, and the chisel bounced off. His eyes shrank as he drew closer to the rock, giggling at his own fool nature - `` Pyrite!'' he mumbled to himself. The pregnant sky, having carried it's seed to term, now spilled forth with the discharge, turning the clearing to mud, uprooting the shallow-rooted grass, and mixing the red on the ground with the blue above. 
 
 Standing at the edge of the woods, just shy of the clearing stood Besana's sister, watching the man with the hat giggle over her brother's corpse and the shining rock below him.
