Whispers Of History

A sudden plane crash sends a group of unwilling people to Ancient Egypt; they must learn to survive the harsh desert and stay under the Pharaohs' radar, If they don't, well they might as well have gone down with the plane.


1st February 2019

Seto looked out the plane window watching the gold desert sand of the Sahara Desert pass beneath the light white clouds as the engines rumbled through the cabin.
The plane swung in the air for a moment startling the people in the cabin, the Pilots' voice blared through the speakers.
"Please be seated with the seatbelt securely in place, we are experiencing severe turbulence, and there is a possibility-" The pilots' voice was cut off with a loud smash, almost immediately the plane started spiralling down.

?

The first thing Seto became aware of was heat, searing hot pain that radiated from his muscles. As he blinked his eyes open the bright sunlight caused him to turn his head to the side, Blinking the light from his eyes the outline of a familiar blonde became visible a few feet away.

With a groan, he pulled himself into a sitting position quickly realising that he was sitting in hot sand.

There was a moment of confusion before the full weight of the situation hit, The plane had crashed but there wasn't any fire or pieces of the plane, and he wasn't attached to the seat like he should have been.

"Kaiba-kun?" Seto turned to see 4 of the others that were on the plane; Yugi, Joey, Ryou, Marik.

"As far as I can tell the Millenium Puzzle sent us to past to protect us from the crash, It probably tried to get Yugi out of there but because we were close by we got saved too," Marik explained looking off in the distance. "It likely got destroyed because of the uncontrollable power surge."

"Well, what do we do now? We're stranded in the Sahara Desert in Ancient Egypt no less?" Ryou asked falling his arms around.

Joey and Yugi looked at each other, and we're about to respond when Seto spoke up.

"We... rebuild" Everyone looked over at Seto who had gotten up and started to walk away, "We can start by getting down to that Oasis over the hill."


This is an idea I had while watching people living in a primitive way on Youtube.

I might continue this if it's something people want to see.

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