"Daddy! I'm so excited that you brought me to Egypt with you. I love you daddy!"

"Ha, I love you too Amelia but, you have to be on your best behavior during this trip. Mr. Ishtar has been so kind in allowing us to explore the tombs in Cairo. Nobody has ever gotten to do this before so please do this for me my dear."

"Of course daddy! I won't disappoint you I promise!"

"Alright! Lets go."

My dad took my hand and led me into the tomb. We had made it down the one flight of stairs and into a big room that was lit by lots of torches.

"Ahh Mr. Morgan! So glad you could make the trip out here."

We turned to see four people in the doorway. An elderly man, an older boy, a young woman, and a little boy that looked like he was around my age. The boy looked like he had been burned alive. Not physically, he just had that expression. I was too busy paying attention to the boy's facial expression to notice the elderly man walk up to us.

"And you must be Amelia. I was so pleased to hear that Jeffery was bringing along his child. You're the same age as my son Marik.

'Marik? So that's his name. Why does he look like he's in so much pain?' I couldn't help but to look at the boy with sympathy. I didn't understand why he was hurting so much. And little did I know, there was a dark force harbored inside of this child that was darker than I could ever fathom. It wasn't until four years later that I realized just how far destiny can go to bring people together.