- Sep 9, 2011
Prologue: Pharaoh’s Curse
1 January 867, Valley of the Kings
In one of the forgotten tombs of the Ancient Egyptian kings, a hallway was slowly filling up with footsteps as two people were running towards the door. The door, I might add, which was slowly closing.
“*pant* Come on, Akbar, it’s closing! Hurry!”
The two increased their speed, almost tripping over some debris in the process. Fortunately, they managed to retain their balance.
“Oh, we don’t have much time…. Why did you have to remove that locker, Akbar?”
“I didn’t know it would trigger the trap, it wasn’t my fault! Besides, it was the only valuable thing in this forsaken hole. We’ve lost two people here! This was the worst idea you’ve ever had!”
“My idea?! It’s you who stole the Emira’s family jewels and what did you do with them? You got yourself robbed! On top of that, you disgraced the Emir’s daughter. The scandal! It’s a miracle anybody wants to speak with us anymore.”
“Yeah, yeah. We’ll argue when we’ll get out of here, okay?”
They ran as if the Emir himself was chasing them. The managed to squeeze through the door just when they were halfway closed.
“Whew…. That was close….. you know, Akbar, I’m too happy to be alive right now to punch ou in the face.”
“You know, forget it, okay? I’m sorry for what happened to Malik and Bakrah. I really am.”
“Malik had it coming, actually. He stepped upon a very visible pressure plate.”
“Yeah. Bakrah was no better, either. I still can’t believe he fell into that incredibly obvious pitfall.”
Yaqub looked at the tomb’s entrance. “At least nobody else will die in here….”
“You’re right.” Akbar said while looking at the locker. While the container itself was pretty much intact, the passage of time had rusted away any lock this thing might’ve had. He opened it; inside, there was a pretty unremarkable portrait of a man, some small figurines of cats and a tacky ruby necklace. “I just hope it was worth it….”
The two unceremoniously proceeded to dismantle their camp, remembering to ‘take care’ of their fallen comrades’ horses and belongings. Even though it was the middle of the night, they didn’t want to spend any minute longer in this accursed place.
They disappeared into the night, leaving trails of dust behind them.
Little did they know that this seemingly simple act of tomb robbery would bring about something few people would believe.
Though to be fair, not many people were prepared for……