Buried in History

For as long as I could remember, I could peer through objects, often allowing me to see through walls and sometimes even find secrets buried deep within the earth. This was why I joined the police force after graduating from university. It was a dream come true, as I was able to rely on my intuition and abilities to solve cases quicker than any of my colleagues. Soon, I rose through the ranks and became a detective, but that achievement turned suspicious eyes towards me, as many questioned my ability to close cases faster than anyone else.

One day, the Captain requested that I come to her office. She raised concerns over words that were spreading throughout the department about my potential involvement in the cases I solved. I found the rumours to be ridiculous and said that I simply had good instincts. I proposed that I’d hand in my gun and badge and be on leave for a month; the Captain thought it was unnecessary, but I insisted, asking her to let someone else handle my current case.

During my time off, I took up an old hobby. I started to read my mother’s old archaeology documents and books, sifting through many topics that intrigued me. While going through another box of files, I came across an unofficial book that was coated in dust. Seemed it was something Mom had kept aside long before she passed away. This one was different. Mom had theorised that there was a city in West Asia that had been briefly colonised by European supremacists before they were driven out by another opposing party. The true tragedy of that war was the ethnic cleansing of the natives of the land. Some archaeologists believed that all traces of their existence were hidden from history, and Mom believed that the proof of their existence was most likely in a remote area that had been uninhabited for centuries.

It was then that I decided to pursue a degree in Archaeology. I left the police force and worked as a freelancer while studying for my future career. Years later, I was already exploring the sites that my mom had mentioned in her notes. It was not long before I was able to uncover the hidden truths of that land. My heart sank as I came across endless graveyards that were yet to be unearthed. It was a genocide beyond anything I had ever read about in history books. I left early and returned to my hotel to gather my thoughts. Everyone else was yet to witness the carnage buried by history, but my heart was already pounding so hard in my head that I felt as if it would explode at any moment.

When we brought this to the attention of the world, many of the leading nations were quick to write it off as propaganda and fake news, while certain groups claimed that they were merely savages who worshipped false gods and were driven to extinction by divine intervention. It was truly exhausting, but we persisted in spreading the truth as far and wide as we could, because people had the right to know. Whether or not many would deny it, history, and the truth, could only stay buried for so long.