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Chapter 2- For every action.
An archeologist group trekked across the hot desert sand towards the old pharaoh's palace.
"What's the rush to start digging?" one of the men called to their leader.
"I was going over one of the tablets from the Pharaoh's reign and found something to aid Master Marik. It's somewhere out here in the palace," the leader replied.
"You mean like a weapon or something?"
"Yeah. The tablet referred to another sorcerer who was destroyed by Yami. This other had a special stone that could control the flow of time. And play on others' memories."
"Oh. Wow!"
"Shut-up!" The man paused and glanced around, "Over there," he said pointing a few feet ahead of them. The other men quickly went to work digging.
For about three days they dug, taking shifts so that even through the night one of them was at work. Three days it took the men to dig down into the bowels of the old palace, down into the dungeons. The men split into two groups and each went opposite directions down the uncovered passageway.
A whistle rang back up the hall after a while and soon the men were all gathered before a cell, deep in from where they had started. A large pile of rock blocked the entrance, so the men returned to the surface to retrieve their tools. They were all anxious to receive praise from Marik for bringing him whatever weapon lay beyond.
When the small group could finally see inside, they froze in shock. Before them, about two-feet up the wall was a girl who appeared no more than sixteen years old. Blood ran from gashes up and down her arms, legs, torso, and forehead crating a dark pool on the floor. Shackles held her up against the wall at the neck, waist, ankles, upper arms, and wrists. She was long dead.
"Who's that?" one of the men asked as another ran up the hall and threw-up.
"That is the other one."
"Where's the weapon though?"
"Check her fists," replied pointing at the girl's curled hands.
The man looked terrified, "Me?" he asked shakily, "Sir, it's not good to violate the dead spirit's final resting place."
"Yes. You. Unless you wish to answer to Lord Marik."
The man shook his head and slowly approached the bleeding body. "There's a purple crystal in her hand," he said looking her over.
"That's it."
Nervously, the man pushed two fingers into the closed hand, trying to pry the stone from the sweaty fingers. Suddenly, he cried out in pain.
"What is it," the leader asked, exasperated.
"Her fist tightened! I swear it!" he whined.
"You idiot. She's been dead for five thousand ye." he trailed off. Frantically, he glanced at the bleeding wounds, the streams of blood running down the walls, and the liquid puddle at her feet. "Back away from her," he yelled.
The man tugged at his arm, but he couldn't pull it free. The girl's eyes popped open and the others turned to run, but they didn't get far before the room filled with a bright, white light. It lasted for few moments, and then a huge explosion shook the area.
When the light dimmed, the scene had changed dramatically. The men's bodies lay scattered across the ground and the shackles that had held the girl were shattered. The girl was now slumped beside one of the bodies in the pool of blood. Dripping with the thick red liquid, she sat up and looked around, then she fell back and passed out.
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Chapter 2- For every action.
An archeologist group trekked across the hot desert sand towards the old pharaoh's palace.
"What's the rush to start digging?" one of the men called to their leader.
"I was going over one of the tablets from the Pharaoh's reign and found something to aid Master Marik. It's somewhere out here in the palace," the leader replied.
"You mean like a weapon or something?"
"Yeah. The tablet referred to another sorcerer who was destroyed by Yami. This other had a special stone that could control the flow of time. And play on others' memories."
"Oh. Wow!"
"Shut-up!" The man paused and glanced around, "Over there," he said pointing a few feet ahead of them. The other men quickly went to work digging.
For about three days they dug, taking shifts so that even through the night one of them was at work. Three days it took the men to dig down into the bowels of the old palace, down into the dungeons. The men split into two groups and each went opposite directions down the uncovered passageway.
A whistle rang back up the hall after a while and soon the men were all gathered before a cell, deep in from where they had started. A large pile of rock blocked the entrance, so the men returned to the surface to retrieve their tools. They were all anxious to receive praise from Marik for bringing him whatever weapon lay beyond.
When the small group could finally see inside, they froze in shock. Before them, about two-feet up the wall was a girl who appeared no more than sixteen years old. Blood ran from gashes up and down her arms, legs, torso, and forehead crating a dark pool on the floor. Shackles held her up against the wall at the neck, waist, ankles, upper arms, and wrists. She was long dead.
"Who's that?" one of the men asked as another ran up the hall and threw-up.
"That is the other one."
"Where's the weapon though?"
"Check her fists," replied pointing at the girl's curled hands.
The man looked terrified, "Me?" he asked shakily, "Sir, it's not good to violate the dead spirit's final resting place."
"Yes. You. Unless you wish to answer to Lord Marik."
The man shook his head and slowly approached the bleeding body. "There's a purple crystal in her hand," he said looking her over.
"That's it."
Nervously, the man pushed two fingers into the closed hand, trying to pry the stone from the sweaty fingers. Suddenly, he cried out in pain.
"What is it," the leader asked, exasperated.
"Her fist tightened! I swear it!" he whined.
"You idiot. She's been dead for five thousand ye." he trailed off. Frantically, he glanced at the bleeding wounds, the streams of blood running down the walls, and the liquid puddle at her feet. "Back away from her," he yelled.
The man tugged at his arm, but he couldn't pull it free. The girl's eyes popped open and the others turned to run, but they didn't get far before the room filled with a bright, white light. It lasted for few moments, and then a huge explosion shook the area.
When the light dimmed, the scene had changed dramatically. The men's bodies lay scattered across the ground and the shackles that had held the girl were shattered. The girl was now slumped beside one of the bodies in the pool of blood. Dripping with the thick red liquid, she sat up and looked around, then she fell back and passed out.