Khasara
Matthew
Nye
Hope you enjoy reading this story. Please R&R. Thanks again.
Chapter One: Unexpected Visitor
Khasara walked down the halls of the tomb she knew so well. The hieroglyphics were old and worn from years of improper care. The last of the tours to the tomb of the mysterious Pharaoh had long ended for the day. This was Khasara's only time to have a look at the pyramids interior without the constant questioning from the tourists. Her usual tour guide uniform had been shed hours before, and her more casual blue jeans, jean jacket, white shirt, and white tennis shoes were her protection from the sandy terrain that was Egypt.
Khasara loved Egypt and the mysteries that it held. She could always caught translating the hieroglyphics in her spare time just to get a glimpse of what the true Egyptian Empire was like. She herself was pure Egyptian, as far back as into the time of the pharaohs, and every chance she got she was constantly trying to find a way into her past. As she stared at the walls of the mysterious tomb that she traveled at least 12 times a day she started to wonder who this particular pharaoh was, and why was it so important to keep his name a secret from the generations that came long after he was put to rest.
Her fingertips trace the markings on the wall she practically had memorized, her knee length jet-black hair continuously falling into her face because she forgot to grab the most important thing to have in the Egyptian weather, a hair tie. Her bronzed hand outlined the faces of what seemed to be important people to the pharaoh. They seemed to be six priests but none of the Archeologists could figure it out.
"It seems strange for a pharaoh to consider his priests of the greatest importance to himself." Khasara thought as she stared into the neatly drawn but aged eyes of the figures on the wall. It was at that time she heard the faint sounds of footsteps heading her way down the long passageway into the core of the pyramid. She knew that no one had followed her in here and began to wonder who was sneaking around the tombs.
As the footsteps grew louder Khasara looked around to find the statue of Ra the Sun God carved from the arch that supported the tunnel. She leapt behind it without a sound and prepared herself for the intruder that had entered the resting place of the mysterious pharaoh.
Khasara waited for the stranger to approach her hiding spot, the whole time her heart raced as she thought of the numerous types of people it could be. She closed her ebony eyes to fight away her imaginative thoughts, and took a deep breath to calm herself and fight the fear that was building up inside her.
The footsteps grew louder and louder as she awaited advancement of the unexpected guest. She peered around the belly of the statue to try to figure out who it was but all she could see was the black silhouette of a man surrounded by the light of the torch he was holding up with his right hand. As hard as Khasara looked she could still not figure out who the man was, and she knew that he did not know she was there because she had long turned off her torch to be kept out of sight.
Nearer the man came and soon he was one the opposite side of the statue looking around as if puzzled be something, and as he turned to look further down the tunnel the light from the torch revealed his face. Khasara stepped out from behind the statue.
"You! What are you doing here?" She questioned the man with her Egyptian accent flowing through her words. With this question asked she waited for a reply from the visitor.
Khasara comes face to face with someone. Who is it? You'll just have to wait for the next chapter to come (shrugs and gives a sly smile). Thanks for reading hope to hear from you and I promise I will continue to write until the story comes to and end. :-D
