Giza, Egypt. Late afternoon, sometime during the Tennysons' summer vacation...

In the urban heart of Giza, a man named Elias Amsude strolled through the crowded streets, en route to the desert. Having worked as a journalist for a number of years, saving an impressive amount of money from his job and several smaller ones before, today he was leaving with his paycheck, feeling his job would not be necessary much longer, but not before stopping at the market on the way out.

As such, Elias entered the curio store to meet his good friend Ahmed.

They greeted each other in native Arabic, "Elias! Welcome, how're things going on this hot day?"

"I just finished work, but other than that, not much else. What do you have in stock today?"

"I'm glad you asked, friend," Ahmed smiled as he began to point towards the glass display case below him. "I just received a shipment of antique books from an old Israeli mosque, some gold ornaments from Ethiopia, and two papyrus scrolls from this area!"

Elias found himself surprised at such an unusual stock, and he asked, "My my, how did you get such precious items?"

"Most of them were previously on display in the Cairo museum, but they're rather full right now and they sold me their excess. I have documents to prove it."

"Ah, I see."

"Well, take your time to find what you like, my friend," Ahmed chuckled, "Business is rather slow today, anyway."

As Elias was browsing, he casually remarked, "You know, there's something that...just speaks to me about Ancient Egypt. It's simply fascinated me for...I don't know how long. Journalism is fine for what it pays, but modern culture is not the same."

"I agree," the merchant sighed. Then he remembered an interesting bit of trivia, and changed topics, "Oh! Speaking of news, have you heard the name 'Ben Ten' anywhere recently?"

Elias almost bumped his head against the counter whilst rising back upright, and answered, "No, I haven't. Who's that?"

"I hear he is a superhero from America, with the power to change into aliens or monsters at will, or some such."

Elias almost jumped, for the word 'aliens' was a serious topic to him. Then he composed himself and stated, "Well, if I was writing for the global news instead of local events, I might have known about this sooner. Anyway, what do you know about the scrolls?"

Ahmed unlocked the display case to remove the two delicate documents, examined them closely, then set them gingerly on the counter. He explained, "These were both excavated from the tomb of a scribe from around...what was it...1300BC? Nobody found them until recently, and believe it or not, they haven't even been decoded yet!"

Sensing an opportunity, Elias asked, "How much are you selling them for?"

Ahmed smiled and replied, "Normally they would be worth 30,000 pounds, but for you, I can offer 20,000."

As luck would have it, Elias had brought his savings of 21,000 pounds for just this situation, and swiftly placed exactly Ahmed's price on the counter, much to his surprise.

"Well...thank you, my friend!" Ahmed nodded in astonishment while handing over the scrolls in a paper bag. "You'll report these in the paper, won't you?"

"Of course I will. But I have business to attend to this weekend...elsewhere." Elias strolled towards the door, looked back and finished, "Have a nice day!"

Elias climbed onto his motorcycle and drove to the edge of the city as casually as he could while riding along the Al Haram highway towards the pyramid area of Giza. He kept his route long and distant to not draw the public's eye, and as the desert area approached, he activated a device attached to the dashboard that effectively cloaked him and the bike. On his right arm, just below his digital watch, Elias then turned on a homing device that flashed more frequently as he approached the pyramid of Khafre. But he was not interested in it, but instead the smaller, disused satellite pyramid near it. Khafre's pyramid was guarded, so the cloaking device helped him remained unseen.

Elias tapped a remote-control switch on his gauntlet, and drove the bike down a concealed stone ramp at the base of the pyramid, seamlessly closing behind him as he parked it. Then, using an amulet he always wore about his neck, Elias opened a stone door no human had known to exist.

He stepped into the open chamber, breathed for a moment, then removed not only his clothes, but also a cleverly realistic mask, shedding what turned out to be a disguise for a Thep Khufan.

In actuality, this being was a scribe named Elastamun, having been sent to Earth to conduct research on humans. His human disguise had helped keep this secret up to now, and currently Elastamun had been hoping his mission was at an end, for he had been here for over 15 years and was hoping for some form of reward or acknowledgement that the data he'd accumulated would be of some significance to his master on Anur Khufos.

As it was, Elastamun set down his gauntlet and necklace in front of a console he'd set up adjacent to an altar dedicated to the sun god Ra. With all the time spent here on Earth, Elastamun wished the Egyptian polytheism was not entirely dead, as he'd suggested to Ahmed.

His jewelry softly glowed, having been set to upload today's video and sound recordings. While that happened, Elastamun turned to a worktable he'd set up against another wall, and using an LED light purchased months prior, proceeded to examine the two delicate papyrus scrolls.

The alien scribe's intimate knowledge of hieroglyphs helped him translate these documents in a flash, copying the text to a simple notepad as he scanned the ancient text.

While Elastamun knew most of ancient Egyptian history backwards and forwards, including its mythology, these texts stood out as peculiar, most significantly that it had no cartouche to designate its writer. Apparently the unnamed scribe had claimed to have seen mummies that walked, digging up strange rocks in the dunes and ensnaring anyone who came close. One almost attacked him as he was writing. These two documents sounded more like a journal than a public record, and by the standards of the people then, it made sense why these documents were unknown. But for Elastamun, this ancient person's story was not that far from the truth.

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