𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒 | [𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖐𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙]

⇢ 𝟏𝟑 ˗ˏˋ 𝙰 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢 ࿐ྂ

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Steven was the only one who had an easy path. Since he took that lightened path that started over the home of the Heka Priest, he was the one who found his way through perfectly.

Once he stepped into the end of where the passage had taken him, he looked on both sides to check if there wasn't anyone there waiting for him and he kept walking forward with his flashlight in hand.

"Oh, my days," he gasped. He carefully stepped on the rocks that stood above the water in his way over to the tomb.

"First one in. Tomb fit for a pharaoh," his voice was laced with a mixture of excitement and fear.

The water surrounding all around the tomb was visible by its reflection on the roof, the sound of the water softly sloshing back and forth being a relaxing noise to Steven's ears.

He used his flashlight to keep eyeing all the corners of the place and recognized the statues instantly, and he probably would've said them in his sleep.

"Thutmose II. Nefertiti," he listed and his eyes brightened. "Oh, it's gonna be one of the big'uns."

His excitement was cut off short when Marc's voice popped up again, this time his figure reflecting in the clear water underneath him.

"So, you kissed her," Marc said in a slow voice, a bit of disappointment laced too.

Steven smacked his lips together. "What are you gonna do? Try and drown us now?"

"Yeah, I should," Marc replied casually, and Steven kept walking forward but with his eyes looking down at Marc every now and then. "But you also told her the truth about why I've been pushing her away. Thought not entirely. But that was unexpected."

Steven shrugged his words off. "Yeah."

He stepped on the last rock and after that, he jumped right into the large area where the tomb was placed in, right in the middle. A crack of sunlight brightened from above, shining on the highest part of the tomb and Steven couldn't help but let out another gasp at everything around him.

"Oh, wow. Look at that. Look at all these relics," Steven frowned and used his flashlight to get a better look. "Macedonian? No. What? No way. That's not right. That can't be right. That's Macedonian."

He was now inches away from the inscriptions in the tomb and his excitement was bubbling all the way to his chest once again, he couldn't even formulate full sentences.