Prologue
The runes of the ancient temple were stumbled on by chance by a group of archaeologists who were on their way to a dig fifteen kilometres from the location of the dig. If it hadn't been for the recently caved in roof, they wouldn't have even known it was there. The small group cheered when they realised their find wasn't known to the greater archaeological community. Their plans changed to exploring the newly discovered temple rather than the dig they'd all originally meant to attend.
The small group had a lot of work ahead of them, sorting through the rubble that was once the walls and roof of the temple. The group examined each carving in details, they all told their own story. They wanted to know, what had the temples purpose been. Did the carvings mean anything important? Were there any interesting artefacts to find? So far they'd found nothing. They were beginning to think that nothing of significance would be found.
Not finding any artefacts hadn't turned them away, it had just made them more curious. Had there ever been artefacts here? Had they been stolen? Where they just hidden? Had the temple even been used for the purpose it was intended.
"I've found something." One of the men shouted excitedly. Underneath the rubble, he'd uncovered a stone tablet. The large stone tablet contained seven golden artefacts.
The archaeologists gasped, and began moving rubble out of the way as fast as he could without damaging the find. "I thought these items were just a legend."
"You know what they are?" The youngest archaeologist in the group asked her mentor. It was the young woman's first dig.
"They are called the Millennium Items. Powerful magical artefacts gifted by the gods to Pharaoh Aknamkanon." The older archaeologist explained to his student. "They helped him overthrow his enemy and take back his lands. These same items that blessed him so for several years are recorded as the cause of his death. The items that were once seen as a blessing ended up being a curse that ended the Kingdom. Those who are considered unworthy by the gods cannot possess the items. All records say that Pharaoh Aknamkanon was a good king. Him being stuck down by the gods had come to a shock to his council and his kingdom according to legend."
The archaeologist was drawn to items. He couldn't look away. His hand lingering above the Millennium Ring. "But the curse his not real. He told the young woman." He picked up the Ring and placed it over his head.
As soon as he did, he could hear a cackling laugh in his head. "I assure you curses are very real." A voice whispered in his head.
"Did you say something?" He turned to the young archaeologist. Finally able to look away from the items he'd been drawn to moments ago.
His student didn't reply; she took a step back in fear. Walking away from him ever so slowly. From around him, the light was being distorted, producing demon like shadows. The ring began glowing brightly. "You made a mistake disturbing my resting place. That mistake will cost you your life."
The ring rose away from the man's body; the points angled, pointing directly at his chest. With great speed, the ring flew toward him, impaling the man. The woman screamed, alerting the other archaeologists.
Blood spurted everywhere. The young lady's ear piercing scream rang through the temple. The rings pointers had impaled the man's heart. An evil cackling heard by those in the tomb. She was found covered in her dead mentor's blood, muttering nonsense about a demon.