" The Pharoah became uncomfortable. He suddenly didn't know where to look; his hazel eyes were fleeting and lingered on various hieroglyphs engraved into the walls while he licked his lips every-once-in-a-while as if he was thirsty. I rolled my eyes and grabbed him by the chin, holding it securely so that he stared me in the eyes. "What does the talisman do?" I repeated clearly, showing him I meant business. He grimaced, "It - it binds us." I rose my eyebrow, "Excuse me?" The man managed to wriggle out of my grasp, but his eyes remained pressed to mine regardless. "The rune is used for binding in some of our most sacred ceremonies. It transcends death and hatred, war or peace." Ahkmenrah said apologetically, "When you died, your soul was severed and captured in the Eye of Horus but it was also joined with the soul of another to make the change corporeal. My soul." My cheeks reddened, "Our souls have meshed together?" "Bonded, as Pharoah and queen," Ahkmenrah confirmed. " The Eye of Horus. It has been known by many names: wadjet, wedjat, udjat. It has been long known as a symbol of protection, power and euphoria. It is a symbol prophesied to bring Egypt into the gloom and apprehension of the new era - the twenty-first century. That is until the sardonic leader of a group of criminals decides to break into one of the ancient pyramids - the newly-discovered Pyramid of Ahkmenrah. Then the Eye of Horus becomes so much more than just a symbol - it becomes a blood curse and a bond between her and a thousand-year-old dead guy that proclaims himself a pharaoh.
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