Post by En Sabah Nur on May 25, 2007 9:42:31 GMT -5
Egypt, the last myth discovered. A team of three archeologists looked at the new tomb they’d discovered. The tomb had a distinct blue glow to it, one that seemed to halt the breathing of the archeologists. It was dark, and yet they could all see so clearly. The stone around them didn’t seem real.
The very air seemed created, simulated, like nothing they saw was of any worth. A cameraman followed them, a nice puff-piece for the Discovery Channel, that’s all it was meant to be, so what happened? The cameraman’s heavy breathing creeped out the archeologists, it wasn’t bad enough this tomb wasn’t normal.
“This is the tomb of who now?” A fat little archeologist asked, his flashlight hitting a dark silver sarcophagus. He walked up to it, and tried to touch it, but it disappeared. The archeologist jumped back. Falling on his behind. Sweat covered his brow, and it was obvious this wasn’t what he signed on for.
“Rama-Tut, this is the tomb of Rama-Tut, who was said to have defied the blue devils, and would disappear for years before returning. By that time an uprising appeared. They say Rama disappeared again, that he vanished from the face of the earth. Some say the leader of the uprising killed him.” A tall, brown-haired female archeologist confidently said. “En Sabah Nur killed Rama-Tut, but was later killed himself. They say they buried him with his foe, so they could forever battle.”
“Yeah. But this is the first time anyone’s found the tomb. We can find both of them. We can go down as the discovers of the last great discovery.” The third archeologist bragged. He turned, looking around, as if frightened. He looked at the others, they were gone.
The ground glowed around him, he noticed the poor cameraman’s camera, and in a bright blue, neon flash, he was gone. Ashes scattered across the floor. Large metal “thunks” were heard, and a tall, muscled grey man strode in, dressed like a pharaoh, the man’s cold blue lips formed a devilish smirk. Cold, white, emotionless eyes took in the sight.
[glow=White,6,900]<“Thank you mortals, your sacrifices have revived your God. You have gone to join the weak, while the strong inherit the Earth.>”[/glow] The grey-skinned man’s booming voice said in Ancient Egyptian. [glow=White,6,900]<“The world is different now. My home no longer ruled by the likes of Rama-Tut, nor myself. But now there are more like me, I can feel them. The world has changed. A pity, I hoped for easy conquest. It seems I should, how do they say? Keep an eye on this brave new world?”>[/glow]
The very air seemed created, simulated, like nothing they saw was of any worth. A cameraman followed them, a nice puff-piece for the Discovery Channel, that’s all it was meant to be, so what happened? The cameraman’s heavy breathing creeped out the archeologists, it wasn’t bad enough this tomb wasn’t normal.
“This is the tomb of who now?” A fat little archeologist asked, his flashlight hitting a dark silver sarcophagus. He walked up to it, and tried to touch it, but it disappeared. The archeologist jumped back. Falling on his behind. Sweat covered his brow, and it was obvious this wasn’t what he signed on for.
“Rama-Tut, this is the tomb of Rama-Tut, who was said to have defied the blue devils, and would disappear for years before returning. By that time an uprising appeared. They say Rama disappeared again, that he vanished from the face of the earth. Some say the leader of the uprising killed him.” A tall, brown-haired female archeologist confidently said. “En Sabah Nur killed Rama-Tut, but was later killed himself. They say they buried him with his foe, so they could forever battle.”
“Yeah. But this is the first time anyone’s found the tomb. We can find both of them. We can go down as the discovers of the last great discovery.” The third archeologist bragged. He turned, looking around, as if frightened. He looked at the others, they were gone.
The ground glowed around him, he noticed the poor cameraman’s camera, and in a bright blue, neon flash, he was gone. Ashes scattered across the floor. Large metal “thunks” were heard, and a tall, muscled grey man strode in, dressed like a pharaoh, the man’s cold blue lips formed a devilish smirk. Cold, white, emotionless eyes took in the sight.
[glow=White,6,900]<“Thank you mortals, your sacrifices have revived your God. You have gone to join the weak, while the strong inherit the Earth.>”[/glow] The grey-skinned man’s booming voice said in Ancient Egyptian. [glow=White,6,900]<“The world is different now. My home no longer ruled by the likes of Rama-Tut, nor myself. But now there are more like me, I can feel them. The world has changed. A pity, I hoped for easy conquest. It seems I should, how do they say? Keep an eye on this brave new world?”>[/glow]