1 "A Dying Heart of A Witch; قلب ساحر يحتضر"

𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓: scenes that are written below are non-canonical events and are merely a subproduct of the author's imagination. lowercase is intended.

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3100 𝐛.𝐜 𝐞𝐠𝐲𝐩𝐭

𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐚

𝐜𝐲𝐩𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭, an antiquarian scholar from greece is amidst of pursuing the most grueling quest of the history, which is discovering the collectanea of "كتاب العجائب" ( 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 ) from the wilderness of egypt, his dermis is smoldered due to the extreme heat brought upon the blazing sunbursts of the sun, and those lace complexion pigment of his are sun-baked irritating the lad perking up his visage like a contorted maze, losing his dovish composure. his black-hooded coat descending down to his feet wasn't useful at all from shielding him in the heat.

𝐡𝐞 clicked his tongue in realization that he was conned by the merchant and lost his four silver coins. the galoot pitied the merchant's libertine's soul that will shortly be incinerated to hell once he acquired the power, the itch on his heart that hasn't been complied with from years of adventuring.

𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 have tried to hunt down the aforementioned tidings since it was rumored to bestow a tremendous power to the chosen one lucky enough to discover its locality overpassing the obstacles and trials completely unharmed.

𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, in spite of this enticing present rendered by the gods, no one ever tried to track this legendary book once again, after a massive of thousand deaths etoliated their determination upto its lowest point, the adventurers prefer to live their lives non belligerently earning a sufficient money to survive instead of ending up as a cold-blooded corpse.

𝐧𝐨𝐰, the adventurers are treating it as a myth, having no chance of determining it's authenticity, and only a deranged individual will believe this 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 allegory.

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨, cyprus is convinced that this dish is legitimate regardless of having a low chance of discovering the fabled book on account of the fragmented information he had on his hands. nonetheless, those nicety findings supported him on his journey getting him this far out, he was able to deciphered the last clue pointing it to a cave underneath the enormous golden pyramid of giza.

𝐡𝐢𝐬 lips is carved into a smirked confidently, inside of his littered mind is an uproarious screams of triumph knowing that he's close in unveiling the truth even so, it was also 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 with criticisms on those people who failed, accusing them for having a diminutive intelligence that pioneered their mission into its doom due to their pathetic delinquencies.

𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 his head right and left shrugging off those cogitations to divert his attention on what appears to be an entrance to the cave, it is a blockage of a huge boulder with arabic writings meticulously engraved on the mineral. puzzled by it, he scratched the back of his nape as he examine the data scattered on his sullied hands, they are occupied with the map of giza written in papyrus, a fraction of rock, and some arabic writings with half of the sentences are already rephrased into greek language for easier comprehension.

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 vermillion toned eyes descried the offbeat hollowed denture on the boulder with an exact shape connate to the rock lolled on his hands. unsure of himself, he adhered the fraction of rock to the hollow space and distance himself one meter away from the rock to eschew being harmed if something unusual happens.

𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑

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