Disclaimer – I don't own Yugioh
Hiya everyone, I hope you all enjoy reading this fanfic, positive reviews will be much appreciated. My apologies for any misspellings or grammar error. Let me clarify some info; this is set after battle city and everything and lastly Yami, Bakura and Malik all have their own body.
Homage to thee, Amen-Ra who passet over the heaven,
Every face seeth thee. Men praise thee in thy name
Millions of years have gone over the world.
Thou dost pass over dost travel through
untold places…
Quote from 'The book of the dead'
Dare to Live
Chapter 1
In the cool incense filled heart of the temple lay a pharaoh long forgotten by man throughout the thousand years that has now passed. The cavernous structure is boundless with hidden passages in order to protect the one that resides within it. Throughout the long year's tomb raiders and treasure seekers have searched and searched for the sacred burial place, undergo by research and constant pursuit. Driven by greed. But their determination was not enough and it remained untouched and undisturbed. Nobody has ever been successful.
The last time the rays of the sun had set its light into the temple was when the pharaoh's most trusted priest had fastened all passages. Sealing the deceased ruler and hiding him within the very core of the foundation. The priest was sworn to secrecy and the whereabouts remained unknown to all except him. He disappeared after the burial in fear that someone might attempt to imprison him for the information.
The scent of oil cedar and cinnamon still lingers in the cool confinement air of the many rooms. On the walls the sacred texts spun their legends which travel deep within the winding corridors covering them from floor to ceiling. The figures are perfectly defined without trace of a misprint and were still in immaculate condition today apart from the light layer of dust covering the top of the artwork.
The purpose of the nets of prayer was to guide the pharaoh into the afterlife, to protect his soul. To direct the spirit, the prayer is written in pigment, not carved upon stone.
If ever the pharaoh's domain was disturbed he would have the gift to arise again in the world he had left so suddenly. In the corner was a message, hidden, powerful, and commanding …one single prayer begs for their spirit.
'I hate slumber…'
Three thousand years have gone slowly past.
In the silence comes the sound of scraping, faint and far away but still audible. It is an intrusion, a sacrilege in the thick heat of the dark where no whisper of movement, no breath have been for years…the air seems to still like the calm before a storm.
The men work without speaking, swiftly and certainly that this at last is the place in which they have been searching for so long. They had looked for signs, taken measurements, searching into so many land formations for a clue. Many times their faith have withered and almost died like an elegant flower weakening under the scorching sun. A few team members had already given up in finding the lost tomb, mostly because in a loss of commitment and dedication or not enough sufficient funding.
The story of an unnamed pharaoh who had to rule and had died at a young age has been passed down through the generations has now become somewhat of a legend. The legend was told by parents to their children and so the story was always changed and now the truth is not as clear as to what the young pharaoh had really achieved. But in this day and age most people now consider these incredible stories as a myth.
It was said that when pharaoh Akunumkanon died from a disease the unnamed pharaoh, his son, had to accept his line to the thrown. Having inherited the knowledge and wisdom from his father, it was known that he led armies across nations and conquered his enemies successfully everytime. He was armed with the most overwhelming and brutal warriors in ancient history.
Now, in the modern times Solomon had conducted a search in which he gathered a team of his most trusted colleagues to help uncover the temple and the secret of the pharaohs life. A few had refused as many had searched for it and failed, others thought he was slightly misguided and was too caught up in the history to see sense. The press had found out of this expedition as Solomon was the most successful archaeologist, but even they reported that the tomb most likely didn't exist.
Solomon and his small team of archaeologists cautiously stepped closer to what they thought was the entrance, hands outstretched to feel amidst the tumbled rubble for the hidden edge of a doorway. Solomon lifted his steel pry dar from the small dent on the dusty wall in front of him and used his fingers to pry some durt away and a small hole appeared.
At the same time this happened, in the dark chambers of the pharaoh a mysterious violet light engulfed the sarcophagus, crackling with energy, force and static. Shadows were cast all around the chamber glinting and shining off the objects that reside in the room. Inside the coffin, the linen that was wrapped securely around the pharaoh started to shift…slowly…then more vigorously.
His eyes were open…
Hope you all enjoyed this first chapter!
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