the year is 1970 and not much is going good in the world, but especially so in egypt. see while the rest of the world sits down to watch the apollo 13 explode and the us invade cambodia egypt was being overthrown- a second try by the wanna be free citizens of the oldest monarcy if the world.

in 1952 the revolution was put down by a betrayal in the midst of the revolutionary council but the second time around the great family didnt get that lucky.

Atsued stood weary eyed in the tomb where his family had been laid to rest and he felt overcome with emotion. he was barely 18 and already his heritage had been taken from him, see half a month prior the royal castle of the Egyptian Monarchy had been blown up in a terrorist attack of international proportions and hed been called back to lay his family to rest.

only 3 weeks before the scene of today had be been sherried into oxford by his fathers accord, saying he should get "make some friends" and that had been what saved him. ahsued wasneesting the royal artifacts of his station, the holy robe and scepter barrowed from various meseums across the world for this specific ceremony. He stood regal, unwilling to cry and besmirch his familial pride while on camera in a nation that had just ousted his family from several thousamd years of power.

As he stood ramrod straight both he and no one else expected the end of the world, yes it was a trying time but only the raving mad expected the world to end and almost definitely no one of that era expected earth to he teleported into a primordial realm more akin to the legendary pangea than modern earth. The world spinned and the tomb that ahseud was standing in swirled in a nausiating mist of various colors and shapes and the chaotic ensemble of noise and sound broke his silence- no longer was ahseud stock still. No he was screaming, crying and demanding to his ancestors why and what in the various underworlds of mythology was going on. A endless amount of time seemed to pass to ahseud, his conciousness in a torpor like state of confusion and general apathy before he landed on his knees- clad in the royal vestments of the ancients he found himself on a tall wooded hill running his sense starved hands through the grass.

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After a long period of time ahseud stood up and brushed off his robes and hands, still in a state of shock he squinted his eyes and properly examined his surrounding and lo and behold he saw a primordial wilderness on par with what the first kings and kings must have lived in- tall trees and lush grass all about, it was both incredibly hot and incredibly humid.

after a few more seconds of wonder he examined himself to see what hed brought with him into this unexplainable domain and there was not much upon him- within his hands he held a scepter, on his opposite hand he had 3 rings upon his fingers, on his mass a robe with an under robe on to keep the relic of the past safe from human oil much as possible and on his brow he held the most magnificent piece of all. Sitting lopsided upon ahseuds head was a circlet of gold, jewels and extravegancies fit only for a king- part of the course as he technically was one.

After a careful observence of all these various things upon him his thoughts were interrupted by an almsot deafening mental DING. Henl flinched and fell partially backwards catching his fall with the scepter. In his rightmost eyes vision was a golden square, and the more he stared at it the more it seemed to shimmer and blink as if trying its hardest to draw his attention to what was written within itself.

Ahseud alternated between mumbling non intelligently and shouting at increasingly boisterious volumes "Damn it all i have no idea what's going on, I just laid my family to rest and now I have what is probably a demand or request by the spirits of my long dead ancestors- i mean the days already gone bad and I've started talking to myself not even 15 minutes into a bizarre situation but it's even the color of the Grand Father Ra himself."

As if out of energy from the tirade to himself he finally wills himself to read what's within the golden box.           "Well I wonder if my wholly divine and previously thought dead ancestors have an answer for this predicament I've found myself in."