The Archeologist · 12:45am Jun 26th, 2019

The light brown unicorn was barely able to restrain a foalish squeal of delight as he pried open the wooden box on his table, revealing the contents within. He was standing in the middle of a complex and very untidy workshop, loaded with tools of all shapes, sizes, and functions on the walls. Several desks sat around the edges, each one loaded with notes and sketches of artifacts from before The Fall, or of ponies of note.

None of that really mattered to the unicorn just that moment, though. With a cyan glow of magic coming from his horn, he slid the contents of the box out and studied it. The old piece of rusted metal may have just been some bit of shrapnel to any other pony, but to the unicorn, it was a gateway into the past, a small window through which he could see the old world.

“Oh, look at you…” he breathed out in wonder, his eyes following the shape of it and quickly deducing that it was an engine of some description. If he had to crack a guess, it had to be the remains of one of those steam engines used before the Fall and the rise of Arcane Engineering.

“You’re gorgeous… a little dinged up, pretty rusty, and a small piece…” he continued muttering to himself as he took off his spectacles with his magic. In their place, he secured a pair of heavy and unruly golden goggles that magnified his vision many times over. “But, if you’re anything to go off of, I’m sure the rest of the shipment will have plenty of stories to tell…”

With that, he began to examine the engine in excruciating detail, taking extensive notes on a series of notepads that now floated freely around him in his magic. He became lost in the work, making notes for the people over at the ArcEn University to make use of. Time began to pass, and he was only aware of how much when a ping entered his mind.

Curious, he lifted his goggles and looked over at one of the only windows that populated the walls of his workshop. He trotted over and peered through the small gap in the tightly drawn curtains, and his eyes widened. “...Wait… is that…?”

His artifact forgotten, he discarded his goggles and made a mad dash for the front door of his home. He was already out of the workshop as the goggles clattered to the wooden panels below.

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