Papyri of Thebes

"When you reach the summit, you realize that the cost was far greater than you ever imagined."

In a place that defied the boundaries of time and space, Amon sat upon a grand throne at the center of a hall that shimmered with ethereal light. His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, and his body was enshrouded in an aura that blended both light and darkness. Amon had transcended mortality, becoming a god after a long and arduous journey filled with fierce battles, betrayals, and countless sacrifices.

Yet, despite all his power, Amon did not feel at peace. Before him stood a vast reflection, a mirror of the cosmos itself, unfolding before his eyes a reel of memories and tragedies. At the heart of that reflection, he saw himself — the young man he once was, an ordinary boy starting out in the bustling streets of a city rife with life, treachery, and ambition.

"If I had known, I would never have chosen this path…" Amon's voice trembled, heavy with the weight of countless years.

He raised his hand, weaving a ball of light and shadow, and in that moment, he made the decision he had struggled with for centuries: to send the prophecy.

"I will grant myself a second chance. A chance to avoid the disasters, to uncover traitors before their betrayal strikes, and to protect those who deserve my trust."

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The Message

In a small apartment, nestled in the heart of Cairo, Amon sat before his old computer, the flickering screen reflecting his growing financial burdens. No amount of hard work seemed sufficient to cover his mounting debts, and his once-bright dreams of success seemed to slip further away with each passing day.

But that night, something extraordinary happened. The power went out, plunging the room into darkness, and with it, a strange, unfamiliar energy filled the air. A golden glow appeared before him, and from within it, words began to carve themselves into the very atmosphere.

"Amon... I am you, but from a distant future. What you are about to see may seem like a lie, but it is the truth. You have reached the pinnacle of power, but at a great cost. I send you this message to save yourself — to save us — from a dark and inevitable fate."

Amon froze, stunned by the words. As the message took hold, visions began to materialize before him: fierce battles, allies who would become enemies, betrayals that cut deep, and the pain of losing those he had loved.

He saw familiar faces, heard specific names.

"Your most trusted, the one you love, will be the first to betray you."

"The man you believed was your greatest enemy will be the one to save you when all seems lost."

"The temple you fear holds the key to everything."

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The Choice

As the prophecy ended, Amon was left reeling, unable to grasp the full weight of what he had just witnessed. Could he trust something so surreal? Yet, a deep part of him — the part that had always felt different — knew with an unsettling certainty that the message was real.

He opened the window, gazing out at the sprawling city below. Everything seemed unchanged, ordinary... yet, for Amon, the world was no longer the same.

"If this is my fate, then I will not run from it," he muttered to himself. "But I will not make the same mistakes."

He looked down at his hand, where strange symbols had begun to form — symbols he had seen in his visions. It was the beginning of a power he could not yet control. But deep within, he knew that the path ahead would be more difficult than he had ever imagined.

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The Struggle of Light and Darkness

Far in the future, Amon the god watched his younger self. He was uncertain whether his intervention would change anything.

A deep, familiar voice broke the silence, its tone both threatening and mocking.

"Amon, no matter what you do, you cannot escape fate."

Apophis, the living embodiment of darkness, appeared, a mocking smile spreading across his face as he locked eyes with Amon.

"You may have sent the prophecy, but you know well that all endings are the same. Our struggle will never cease. And you will never win."

Amon turned his gaze toward Apophis, his eyes burning with an intensity that could not be ignored.

"Perhaps… but this time, I will fight on my terms."

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End of Chapter One