It was 1817. Tenacious gusts of wind mingled with sand and dirt were blowing in Cairo, signifying the arrival of a catastrophic sandstorm. On the streets was a group of men who were bending over an ancient map lined with hieroglyphics that seemed like it would crumble into dust any second. "It can't be far from here," said a young man with a turban on his head, trying in vain to prevent the sand from entering his mouth whilst he spoke, "Well, at least according to this map."
"I think we've found it!" Without warning, a bald man with a long beard, also part of the group, gasped as he pointed his curved knife towards a spectacular pyramid in the distance.
"The Pyramid of Pharaoh Amenkhamen," murmured their leader, who was the only one riding on a camel. Beneath the mask of the leader, one could faintly distinguish the exquisite facial features of an Egyptian woman. In fact, she was no other than the famous female leader of the tomb-raider group - Waserenamun.
It was not until dusk when the group of tomb-raiders commenced their work. The bald man with the long beard sliced open a small hole on the side of the pyramid wall.
"I've heard that the pyramid of Amenkhamen is guarded by a thousand-year-old curse," murmured a young man with a trembling voice. Consequently, no one dared to enter the pyramid first. In their indecision, the group of tomb-raiders decided to use rock-scissor-paper to make the final conclusion. Abruptly, Waserenamun leapt down from her camel, and strode into the pyramid, whilst glaring at the group and shouting. "Useless cowards!"
By the time they've all entered the pyramid, darkness has already enveloped the entire Egypt.
Is the rumour of the curse true?
~To be Continued~
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