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The flight from London to Cairo was ten hours. The jeep ride from the city's outskirts was only three. The jeep ride felt longer. A long trek through rural Egypt. All so they could plunge into the depths of the desert. There were four of them. Fortune hunters. An anthropologist. And then there was him.

He lead the trek, he knew the old routes. He took them far beyond the sprawling cities, well beyond any veneer of civilization. Cairo soon became a blip on the map as small as any grain of sand. Their only compass as the Nile as they wound along it's path like a sidewinder, in silence. Each passing town quickly became more rural then metropolitan as the distance between them grew sparser and sparser.

The sun began to set, reflecting in red across the vast stretch of water before they reached their destination. He was the first to step out, sandaled feet alighting with Earth. He was the first to be greeted, but only in a whisper.


They knew old ways here. Didn't practice them but they knew. These people were smart. They knew where that road often lead.

"Aben Ecgetheow."

"Khadhani iliha," he replied back to them, eyes imperceptible due to the slick pair of shades strewn across his face. They knew him even with the tagelmust wrapped around his head. Their eyes glared past the cloth, past the flesh. They glared directly into the soul. Seeing his intent, they nodded and led him up a hill as he was reluctantly followed by his three companions. The villagers payed him little heed until they saw where he was heading. A small secluded hut behind a row of houses atop the hill. Barely visible unless one was looking for it. Maybe only visible if one were looking for it.

He pushed through the veil, greeting an old woman smiling upwards at a small desk full of trinkets. She lifted one up, a golden badge in the shape of a bull and offered it to him. But they both knew he had no interest in such things. "Al-katib al-mofqud...I want the book," he stated in a low growl.

"Have you decided to finally lay yourself to rest?" the old woman replied, in English after a moment. "Do you need instruction?"

"We ALL will!" He shot back. "If we're not careful. If and when the world turns on it's head again. That book's the key to somethin'. All you gotta do is let me take a look."

The woman studied him for a moment. Quietly, she gave a nod and walked behind her desk towards a small window, that faced opposite the stone wall her tiny house had been built against. While it didn't offer much a of a view, what it had in store was so much more. She pulled down the tassel and the entire wall fell downwards, folding into a short staircase that lead directly towards a cavernous pit.

He took no fear as he stepped forward into the abyss, those that followed him, tiptoeing behind with far more reluctance. He drew a lighter from his coat and used it to set the torches laying on the walls ablaze. The sight they were greeted with was one not once recorded in the annals of history. Two stone rings the size of minivans, spiraling against each other intertwined in midair.

In their center was not written word was the script. Words Emerging Forth Into Light. He began to reach out toward it, but thought better fairly quickly. all eyes were on him now. And when he read, his eyes widened. "What came before would come once again? Nothing set in stone, no crowns no kingdoms. Just a banner..." he stopped reading suddenly and turned to face the old woman. "On second thought...I'mma need to take this with me."