🥉 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 #𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫
How does it feel to witness history unfold before your very eyes? To live a thousand years more and watch nations change all around you?
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Maalik S...
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Deshret
1,240 years since initial death ⌠━━━━━━━━━━△━━━━━━━━━━⌡
How do you stop a horse?
Maalik wanted to stop the horse, but he didn't know how to. The horse would stop itself regularly once it was tired, but it kept going. They got closer, and Maalik felt like he was going to fall off.
The closer he got, the more distorted the pyramids looked. Eventually, he reached the third pyramid, just close enough to reach out and lay a hand over the crumbled stones. It hurt upon doing so. The structure itself was smaller than the others, but it was in bad condition. The stones looked old and had worn out. The same could be said for the other pyramids.
It was as if nobody had touched them for hundreds of years. Instead of a smooth ascension and bright white colors with golden tips, the pyramids were entirely blocky and their colors were degraded.
Just as he reached Khufu's Pyramid, Maalik could feel it. There was an agonizing pain resonating from the palm of his left hand. It was the same torment he experienced when the hieroglyphics appeared.
On his hand, he could spot it again. Only something was different. Instead of Ira, there was only one inscription on his hand. It didn't spell out anything. Rather, it was the illustration of a solar barge. The Sun Boat.
Maalik started to panic, this time retreating away from the pyramid and back towards his horse. He never even realized that the further away he ran from the pyramid, the less he was tortured by the inscription. By the time he had fully vacated from that area, his hand had already returned to normal.
He had to ignore it. Obviously that's impossible, but there were other questions at stake that he needed answers to. A boat appearing on his hand was the least of his concerns, especially now that the pain has subsided.
Then, he reached the market. Everything was abandoned, all the buildings and houses were buried within the sand. When the horse stopped on its own, Maalik got off of it but quickly fell to the ground in complete despair.
Further down where his house should have been was only a long abandoned, and semi-destroyed pile of rubble covered in sand. No words could describe the emotions he began to feel. "How long have I been gone?"
While a part of him thought he was in the wrong location, he knew that wasn't right. He followed the sun back home, there was no way he could have taken a wrong turn or gone elsewhere. This was his home, yet it was gone.
He slowly walked to the front of his home, further examining the scene. Nothing was left, it barely even resembled a home anymore. Below the collapsed walls, a small object lay half-buried in the sand. The tip of it immediately became recognizable, as he leaned forward to grab it.
