Ch.2 – Erased
Marik ran a hand through his hair as he stared at the tombs. Sure he had grown up here, but that didn't mean it wasn't creepy at times. Pushed on by the thought of finding the answers he sought, he walked into the tombs with a torch in hand. After several hours of searching he returned to his old home, disappointed. He woke again that night, but something was different. The dream was different. He had seen the girl again but this time he had caught up to her. When he had tried to speak with her she had pointed to a wall with the royal family carved on it from when the pharaoh was a child and then to the corner of the picture that was burnt over. But before he could ask she took off again. She had given him a marker. And so he began his search again at dawn. After a few hours of running around he finally found the picture he had been shown. Indeed there was a corner that had been burnt. Inspecting it more carefully, Marik found that the scorch marks were quite old; enough so that it looked as if someone had done it deliberately shortly after the picture's creation. Was that scorch mark covering the picture of that girl? Was she a royal family member? If so, why was she erased from history? All of these unanswered questions didn't sit well with him. He stepped closer to the drawing, putting his hand on the black markings. There was a blinding flash and the next thing Marik knew, the floor slid beneath his feet, plunging him into the darkness below.