The newest addition of my collection of fan fictions is now here! I decided, with the help of a friend, to make this fic into a saga, which shall evolve soon. This shall be full of suspense as an old enemy returns, and a few new people are introduced. Who are they, and what are they after? Read on, and find out!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story, and my OC, Kairi. Kilnorc owns his OC, Brian. Thank you.

-Cairo, Egypt; five thousand years ago-

Flames erupted into the night sky as a cloaked figure stood before the burning village of Kul Elna. Screams also filled the air as the figure just stared out at the destruction.

"Fire destroys," the figure whispered, smiling wickedly. "If one is able to control it." A bright glow surrounded the village, and more screams of pain rose up along with the billowing, black smoke. Just like that, as the flames rose higher into the blackening sky, the figure vanished as the many screams began to fade.

-Cairo, Egypt; five thousand years later-

"…And on your right," the tour guide droned as the tour bus tracked along the desert sands, passing a few pyramids. "You shall see a few ancient pyramids that were once tombs for pharaohs back in 3,000 B.C. During that time, life for pharaohs was hard, since they believed in Shadow Creatures that roamed their kingdom." The tourists took pictures, until the bus stopped abruptly. A figure in a tan cloak stood in the middle of the road, the tour guide stepping out of the bus. Various murmurs began to rise as the guide made his way towards the figure, an odd look in its eye.

"Sir, if you would step into the bus, we would get you to town," the guide whispered, stepping forward. Suddenly, the figure grasped the guide by his head, and a bright glow appeared from the figure's face, from its left eye. The guide screamed wildly, and then fell silent. The stranger then threw the unconscious guide away, and stepped into the bus.

"Get me to Cairo Airport, now," the figure hissed to the driver, who trembled, but nodded. The figure sat down on a leather seat, and looked out the window, its reflection showing an elderly man with a golden eye for his left eye. He was tan, and a few white streaks of his hair fell over his face.

"What's your name?" a young boy asked, while his mother pulled him away. The man turned towards the boy, a wicked smile on his face.

"Just call me…Aknadin," he replied.

The man has been introduced, but why does he want to go to the airport? Find out in chapter two, Unplanned Meetings.

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