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My place of hiding is opened.
My place of hiding is reviled.
Quote from 'The book of the dead'
Dare to Live
Chapter two
I am awake…
I wake to darkness, I quickly realise that I lay on my back and my mind immediately freezes in a slight panic. I have absolutely no idea where I am. My breath quickens into the silence into what I can tell is a small space, calming my heart I slowly reach out with both hands. They softly thud onto a solid wall above me it is smooth and cool to touch, it curves and bends into a form I cannot identify.
I close my eyes for a moment, upon drawing a breath I pushed the lid of my prison upward. It open's a little, my arms shake and shudder a little because of the weight of it. But with more prompting I finally have it open but it has left me slightly weak. Light floods in blinding me, casting shadow across the chamber I use my arm to shield my eyes from the brightness. It takes only seconds for my eyesight to adjust to the light.
I slowly sit up my body is shaking and is a little stiff; I feel like an elderly man trying to accomplish the simplest actions. My breath echoes around the stone walls of the chamber I look around in confusion and see masses of gleaming gold objects surrounding me. To my left I see the statue of great god Anubis, guardian of the dead. He who greeted the souls in the Underworld and protected them on their journey…
My memory suddenly comes flooding back to me like a lake bursting from a damn and I understand.
I hear the muffled of voices from afar and I know that they have found me I know that it would take the intruders merely hours for them to find this room. Depending on how smart or intelligent they were. I would have guessed that it was tomb robbers who were bent on wanton acts of cruelty and greed of the gold they find. But still, it angers me greatly to know that my holy resting place is being broken into. It is dishonourable, but I cannot stop them.
A loud muffled crash sounds moments later; it seems the entrance to my temple has already been broken down to dust and rubble. How had they done that in such a short space of time? My mind ponders at this question, the tomb robbers must have developed a new innovative way of entering a pharaoh's tomb I thought in disgust. How dare they break down the doorway to my sacred temple!
My mouth twists into a smirk; little do they know that some doors aren't meant to be opened.
A frown creases my forehead as I use my arms to support my body weight in order to leave my burial place. The sarcophagus is raised onto a golden platform with steps leading up towards it so it was easy for me to get out of it. I gain my balance and felt and heard the jewels on my wrists and neck jangle at the movement. I caught the scent of sweet smelling herbs that still lingers in the air, but it's faint. It makes me wonder…how long have I laid in this bed? Week's? Month's? Or even…years?
I look down into the now empty space and see some trinkets and mounts of material that has shaped itself into the shape of my body. The material seems to be in the same condition as the ones that I am wearing. I caress them with my fingers, they feel old, weak and rough on my skin, the colour has also faded.
The once white, clean, soft linen material has been reduced to a withered thin cloth that is fit for cleaning dust from a ledge. I sigh; this isn't going to be easy. Turning around I make my way down the flight of steps, I then stride towards the mirror to glance at my reflection to ensure that my appearance is still the same as it was when I ruled Egypt.
Solomon POV
I can't believe it…
Finally…after 3 years of searching we have at long last found pharaoh Atemu's temple!
After making sure that the structure wouldn't collapse we knocked down the entrance and a large gust of wind blew through the tunnels inside. It was a strange effect…almost like the ancient passages was taking a long deep breath after three thousand years of holding it. Ironically Jake's (team member) hat was seized clean off of his head and was swept down in the winding passageway's.
"Argh! Damn my hats gone!" he protested.
Third POV
But everyone ignored him. They were transfixed at the sight before them.
Behind them, a few yards away there was lots of clicking, flashing and shouting of the press with camera's, all competing for the first glimpse inside of the legendry temple. They were not permitted to go on any further as it can be too dangerous should the exterior fall with disastrous effects.
The dust had settled down, a glowing light was radiating from within the cavernous structure. All five of the team members apart from Solomon looked at each other and a secret message was passed between them. Meanwhile Solomon had seen the exchange and glanced questionably at them in confusion, not understanding what they were planning but stayed silent waiting for one of them to speak.
"Solomon…we've all decided that you should be the one to go in first." Jake spoke up "After all the work and planning you've put into this project…well…you deserve it mate" he finished by hitting lightly on his shoulder. They all stood there expecting Solomon to make a move towards the entrance that was still glowing with all its glory.
He smiled, no other words needed to be exchanged. They all understood the need for Solomon to find this certain temple and despite all difficulty and the problems they've come across till this moment, they had never given up. They knew a little about the story about his grandson who lost his memory that somehow links to this destination. They didn't push him for more information as it isn't really their business, and so they respected the middle aged man who was their strong leader who respected them in return.
Solomon gave a grateful glance to each in turn, one after the other and each gave a smile of encouragement which lifted his determination.
So, turning away from them he stepped around the bed of rocks and entered the temple to see…
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