This is an original story that is complete but I want some feedback on it. Over the next couple months I will post the story. Please tell me what you think.
Just so you know, Yami has pink eyes in this story, not the usual amethyst or crimson colours.
Anyway, Enjoy~
Chapter One
A long time ago there was a remarkable set of people known as the Egyptians.
While today many people create a slightly racist war about whether the Egyptians are black, Arabic or Caucasian in colour but that is completely irrelevant.
Many of the Pharaoh's and people that lived in the time of Pharaoh's have yet to have their stories told.
A young man named Yami Hasani has a passion for the ancient realm, one of the few ancient wonders that had survived the test of time and could still be viewed in the modern world.
Yami is a young man at only eighteen and he has just graduated High School, but his passion led Yami to Egypt with his father, Aknamkanon Hasani.
Aknamkanon, 48, always wears a dress shirt and dress pants. He also wears a black and grey striped tie, along with a black, leather belt and black dress shoes.
Yami always wears a short-sleeved, button up T-Shirt and navy coloured, bootleg jeans with a red belt, along with knee high, black leather boots.
Yami and Aknamkanon stopped at their hotel for one night and then Aknamkanon joined the Archaeologists in the Valley of the Kings.
Aknamkanon himself is an Archaeologist and knew the people they were going to meet well.
He hadn't been as involved with Yami's life, but he was planning on making that up now that Yami was joining him out in the sands of Egypt.
The two had just arrived at the Valley.
Yami jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped, looking around with excitement as he waited for his father to join him.
Aknamkanon chuckled and got out of his car, locking it before he joined his excited son.
"This place is lovely, but you haven't seen the best part yet," Aknamkanon said, leading Yami down the path that led to the Archaeologists.
"I know," Yami replied, looking over the entrances to the tombs.
He found his eyes drawn to a stone mountain, particularly to the bottom where the sand meets the mountain base.
Aknamkanon noticed Yami stop walking and frowned at his son, trying to see what he was looking at. "What's wrong, Yami?" Aknamkanon asked.
Yami blinked and turned to Aknamkanon. "Nothing. Sorry, Father," Yami replied, glancing over at the place that seemed to have no tombs before he started walking down the path behind Aknamkanon once again.
"No need to apologise, Son," Aknamkanon said with a smile, continuing to walk down the path once again.
Yami smiled and walked quickly alongside his father, still finding himself drawn to that location.
"How many Pharaohs do you think there is that we don't know about?" Yami asked as they walked.
"I don't know. We may never know until every single centimetre of Egypt is excavated. You never know where the Pharaohs and his people buried their bodies after death," Aknamkanon replied, smiling at his curious son.
"I want to find a tomb. One of a mysterious Pharaoh that no one knows about," Yami said with a glint in his eyes.
Aknamkanon chuckled. "I think everyone has that desire, but it is not always possible. There are only so many mummies in the world and so many have been found already. It is getting harder to find unknown mummies," Aknamkanon said.
Yami pouted but nodded, knowing what his father said was true.
Aknamkanon chuckled at his son once again. "We're here. Just inside this tent," Aknamkanon said, walking inside the tent.
Yami was going to follow but something made him stop.
He blinked for what only felt like a moment and found himself a good half hour walk away from the tent.
"What's going on, Yami?" Aknamkanon asked, looking at his son worriedly.
He had come outside to find out why his son hadn't joined him in the tent, and he had found Yami walking rather quickly away from the tent in the direction of the hill he was looking at earlier.
He had run after Yami but Yami just had a strange look in his eyes and was muttering in an unfamiliar language.
It took quite a while to get Yami to snap out of whatever was controlling him, but Aknamkanon managed to.
"Father? What happened?" Yami asked, looking at his father with a confused look.
Yami had no memory of what happened between going to enter the tent and snapping out of his daze half hour later.
"You walked off. Where were you going?" Aknamkanon asked.
Yami looked around, finding his eyes drawn to the mountain once again.
The mountain wasn't that far off anymore and Yami kept hearing a whisper in the wind in a familiar but unfamiliar language.
"Um… I was going to the mountain," Yami replied.
"Why?" one of the Archaeologists, Yugi Mouto, asked.
Yugi, 20, always wears blue jeans, a white, button up dress shirt and black dress shoes.
"I don't know. I just feel drawn to the mountain," Yami replied honestly.
Aknamkanon and Yugi, the only two with Yami, shared a look.
"Show us where you want to go," Aknamkanon said.
"Huh? Why?" Yami asked, turning to his father.
"We're curious to see what you're drawn to. Some people just have a sixth sense about where to look and this place has been drawing you in since we arrived," Aknamkanon replied.
"Oh… Um, this way," Yami said, starting to walk towards the mountain once again.
Aknamkanon and Yugi followed after Yami.
"Yugi, this is my son. Yami, this is my buddy," Aknamkanon said, gesturing to the two.
"Nice to meet you, Yugi," Yami said, stopping for a moment to shake Yugi's hand before he continued up the sandy hills.
"Nice to meet you too, Yami," Yugi said, following the young man.
He wasn't used to climbing this hill.
No one travelled up this hill which made it slightly more difficult since no tracks were made.
Yugi suddenly had a thought, checking his belt to ensure he has his walkie talkie on his belt.
It was a precaution.
They were following a man on instinct up an untraveled road so Yugi wanted to make sure that he had the device encase they lost their way in the ever-changing sands of Egypt.
It was definitely secured to his belt.
Yugi released a breath that he didn't realise that he had been holding.
Yami stopped walking when he reached the bottom of the mountain.
Aknamkanon and Yugi stopped, watching as Yami tilted his head and looked over the base of the mountain.
"Down," was all Yami muttered before he dropped to his knees and started to dig.
"What's down?" Yugi asked.
"Don't know. Just down," Yami replied, taking his hat off to use as a shovel.
"I'll call for some help," Yugi said.
Aknamkanon nodded and knelt down beside Yami, starting to help his son dig.
He didn't expect to find anything, but the way Yami was acting made him think that he had to help the young, inexperienced boy.
Yugi joined the group in the dig once his people had confirmed that they were on their way with digging supplies and a tent to shield them from the blistering heat that the sun sent down upon them.
Especially considering Yami, Aknamkanon and Yugi had pale and easily burnt skin.
Yami was digging much quicker than Yugi and Aknamkanon.
Before long he had a hole that he jumped into.
He was digging directly beside the stone mountain and he stayed close to that wall.
The whispers on the wind seemed to be getting louder and told him to dig deeper.
He couldn't give up.
He must keep going.
Aknamkanon and Yugi couldn't hear the whispers but they quickened their pace as they dug, trying to catch up to Yami.
Yami was way lower and his head barely grazed the top of Yugi and Aknamkanon's holes.
"Slow down, Yami. You're going to get trapped down there," Aknamkanon said.
"No. Must keep digging," Yami replied.
"Let him dig. Don't forget what it was like for you when you did your first dig," Yugi said.
Aknamkanon sighed and nodded, still digging.
TBC...
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