eyes landed on wasn’t in hieroglyphs, it was in English, carved into the wall over the top of the markings that had been there for thousands of years.
Amy stared incredulously at what she was seeing, it was unbelievable. She stepped back a little and slowly ran her finger along the carved passage of writing trying to make it out. The passage wasn’t recent, clearly this was done a good few hundred years ago, and after several tries at reading it, she finally succeeded and reached the end of inscription. There were two short sentences, nothing more. It read;
Do not lift the Slab. Horlack lies within.
Amy stared, bemused and staggered at what she’d seen, so she read it a few more times to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. She quickly realised that someone had obviously beaten them into the tomb. Amy and her team weren’t the first ones in here since it had first been sealed, someone had been in here and with a sharp implement scraped this text into the wall, but why do that and nothing else?
The rest of the tomb complex had lain undisturbed; in fact the research the team had done had supported the hypothesis that they were the first inside it. The original seals were intact, no one could have got in here, well, no normal person at least. Which pointed to a Magi, and if that were the case, then the Magic that filled this final room started to make some kind of sense, if you ignored the Dead Magic Zone.
She traced her fingers over the text once more. The way the text had been written, its form, suggested a modern origin, someone who’d been in here not too long ago, but the carving looked much older. Time Travel maybe?
This discovery changed things for the rest of the team, if they saw this then things wouldn’t add up, after all, how did someone get in here, write this, and not disturb anything else? They would begin asking awkward questions which would need an answer.
Amy looked at the passage again and read it through. Who or what was Horlack? Clearly someone worth defacing this ancient tomb over, but this didn’t make much sense either. Why break in to this final room and write it here? Surely the thing to do would be to write this on an outer tomb, or on the main entrance into the complex itself?
For some reason she doubted that the name Horlack would be written anywhere else in here. Anyway, it wasn’t even an Egyptian name, it didn’t sound like any name she had ever heard of before. But if a Magi had written this, then maybe someone somewhere would have heard of Horlack, and if any Magi would know, Yasmin would. This needed to go back to Yasmin before they did anything else.
Her mind made up, Amy turned to the room just in time to see two groups of two lending their weight to crow bars to lever open the Slab on the Sarcophagus. The crow bars were inserted into the crack around the edge of the Tomb on the side closest to Amy and the four men where levering open the huge lid.
Amy’s eyes widened in horror and she lunged forward. ‘NO!’ She shouted as the slab lifted slightly with the four men’s weight.
Suddenly, something seemed to snap in the air around them. It wasn’t a sound, nor could they see it, but they all felt it. It felt as though something in their minds, like elastic pulled too tight suddenly gave way and snapped back. The Magic that had been so pervasive in the room only moments before, had disappeared, the lifting of the Slab seemed to have stretched it too much..
Everyone noticed something shift in the room, including it seemed, the thing in the Tomb.
Suddenly an ear splitting roar came from within the great stone sarcophagus, a huge, blood-curdling noise, and with that sound came a feeling that humans seldom experience, the feeling of being something else’s dinner.
BOOM!
The great slab on top of the tomb exploded up and outwards as the huge black shape within came to its feet like a rocket. Great chunks of stone flew across the room with tremendous force, slamming into the