My name is Ron Hulance, and I am nineteen. My father is an archaeologist, and I often assist him with his work, handling delicate and intricate tasks. One day, while helping him on an excavation, we discovered something extraordinary — an artifact that appeared to be around 200,000 years old.
What caught my attention most was the inscription on it: "Ron Hulance." I was stunned. My father, equally shocked, could barely speak. Soon, some of his colleagues arrived and carefully took the artifact away.
That night, after returning home, I couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious object. Eventually, I fell asleep, but my dreams were filled with images of the artifact.
The next morning, I woke up, finished my breakfast, and said goodbye to my mother. She reminded me to cross the streets carefully on my way to school. While waiting at the green light, I noticed a beautiful girl struggling to control her dog, which had slipped from her hand. A truck was approaching, and without thinking, I rushed to save them.
The next moment, I was hit. Darkness swallowed me.
When I opened my eyes, everything was different. My hand was badly injured, and I found myself in an unfamiliar forest, surrounded by trees and thick foliage. I couldn't understand what had happened. Then I remembered the truck — somehow, I had traveled to an unknown time. I had no idea how many years had passed. I stood there silently, dazed.
Suddenly, I saw a tiger chasing a deer. After the deer escaped, the tiger began moving toward me. Fear gripped me. I waved my injured hand and screamed for help.
Then I saw her — a young girl with brown hair and a sharp, striking face, perched on a tree, watching everything unfold. She shouted, alerting her village. People appeared, armed with stone weapons, and positioned themselves bravely in front of the tiger to protect their home.
It was then that I realized I was no longer in my world. Somehow, I had traveled to the past — a place full of mystery, danger, and adventure.