???-2073. There are a few words above that, but they’re in one of the old languages, so I can’t read it. We’re all confused by the question marks. The words appear to mark a tomb, so why is the birthdate unknown?

“Wow, 2073?” Dave says, walking up behind me. “That’s nearly 3 centuries old. Can’t believe the writing’s so well preserved.”

“Yeah. Hey, didn’t you learn a bit of the old languages? Can you read this one?”

“No, that’s not me, that’s Dan. I’ll go get him, he’s still in the tent.”

“I’ll come with,” I say, but before we get a chance to start walking over, we hear a scream from inside, and then someone laughs. There is something slightly ominous about the sound.

Anna runs out of the tomb. We’re the first people she sees, so she runs up to us. Dan leaves the tent to join us, wanting to know what happened inside.

“We took off the lid,” she said after a moment to catch her breath. “There was a young man inside. He _sat up._”

“Funny,” Dave says. “This is obviously a joke. We heard the laughing too, not just the scream.”

“The laughter was him. I swear, I’m not kidding.”

“She’s really not,” says a young man, walking out of the tomb entrance, the rest of our team following close a couple feet behind him. “I’m-“

“Chaos,” Dan says after staring at the words for a moment, “Of Chaos and Order.”

The man smiles. “Yes, that’s me, though I usually just say Alex.” Dan looks up in surprise. I don’t think he noticed him coming out. “Well, thanks, but I best be off. I can’t wait to see the look on my brother’s face…”