Ahkmenrah breathed in fresh air- air that was free of dust and sand and claustrophobia- for the first time in hundreds of years. The lid... it was open.
Surprised, the Egyptian Pharaoh sat up. He unwrapped his bandages agonizingly slowly; his skin stung.
Before him stood a man in the strangest clothing. His hair was jet black and perfectly cut, his eyes blue and intense, sparkling with a secret. His skin was pale but his body was perfectly fit. Ahkmenrah was stunned.
"I am Ahkmenrah- fourth king of the fourth king, ruler of the land of my fathers."
Larry smiled.