The year was 1869. Three young boys, Laurence Scarman, Johnathan Warlock, and Marcus Scarman played in the woods pretending to be ancient warriors.

Laurence looked up at his older brother, "Marcus, can I be the hero this time?" he asked.

While Laurence and Johnathan were your average 6 and 7-year old boy, Marcus was a bit of a unique case. Though he participated in things other boys his age did he always had a sort of philosophical mind. He was smarter and somehow wiser than your average 8-year old. A child prodigy if you will.

Marcus thought for a moment, "Is one ever truly a hero?" he asked.

Laurence rolled his eyes. "You can come out of those bushes John, he's being odd again."

Johnathan Warlock, Marcus's best friend, only a year behind him in school emerged from the bushes. John had always be fascinated by Marcus and his way of looking at the world.

So, when he emerged from the bushes he looked at Marcus and asked, "What do you mean?"

Marcus was only too happy to explain. "Think about it, someone evil, why do they break the laws? You know steal and kill." The other two boys shrugged. "Because in their eyes they are the heroes, they are the good guys, so when I say is anybody truly a hero I mean good and evil is relative."

Johnathan's eyes widened in awe. Laurence began to walk away. Both boys looked at him. "Where are you going?" Johnathan shouted.

"Home, you two spoiled the fun," Laurence replied. Marcus and Johnathan just looked at each other and shrugged.

As the years went by and Marcus and John grew further apart, Marcus studied history, buried in books. In 1900 he had completely cut off Laurence after a falling out and had reestablished contact with Dr. Johnathan Warlock after another five years. One day, he invited his old friend to his home for tea.

"So you're an archaeologist now?" Johnathan asked.

Marcus smiled. "Yes, I'm not home very much, there's a lot of traveling involved."

"I'd imagine that to be true, after all, there aren't many great temples in England are there?" Johnathan said before sipping his tea.

"No, I suppose not," Marcus sighed.

Johnathan decided to change the subject. "So, how's Laurence been?"

The smile on Marcus's face faded. "I haven't spoken to him for at least four years now."

Johnathan almost spat his tea out after Marcus said that. "Dear God man, he's your brother!"

"I know, I've been thinking about him a lot lately," Marcus said half to himself.

"What happened if you don't mind me asking?" Johnathan enquired.

"It's all very long and complicated and I really don't feel like going into it," Marcus said. "More tea?"

"No, thank you."

The two friends caught up with each other for the remainder of the day and that night, Marcus decided to make amends with his brother the very next day, and so he did. The two brothers caught up with each other as well as reminisced about their childhood.

Five years later in 1910, Marcus had gone to Egypt for the third time in that half a decade. This time, he had found a pyramid and had been gone for a year. When he found the entrance he felt a strange presence. He decided to shrug it off and went inside with a few of his work crew.

"Achmed, come here, I need your lantern, quickly, quickly, it's the Eye of Horus!" Marcus ordered as he saw the familiar eye on the wall.

Achmed slowly walked over to Marcus and held the lantern up against the wall. "No Professor Scarman!" Achmed whipped around, yelled something in his native tongue and the workers fled.

"No, wait come back!" Marcus yelled. He was too late, they were already far away. "Damned superstitious fools!" he turned back to the wall. "I've come too far to turn back now." He began to look for a hidden switch and the wall opened. He walked inside and saw a dark figure. Before he could say anything he felt a shot pain go through him.

"Now, now I can be free at last! Sutekh will live again!" the figure said.

As Marcus Scarman felt himself slipping away he realized something. All those years ago, in the woods, he was wrong. The creature, Sutekh, the one who had just shot him down, was totally evil. Perhaps he was going mad in his final seconds or perhaps everything was being revealed to him in those seconds and he just knew Sutekh, was evil and the Osiran himself knew it. Marcus never found out. Sutekh had murdered Marcus Scarman and had created a puppet from his corpse. Now, Sutekh could exact his revenge on the very universe that had imprisoned him!