Bab 7: A servant returns
James slowly unrolled the scroll within his hands, shaking with anxiety and also a tiny little bit of excitement. As the symbols on it where slowly revealed, they began glowing in a faint blue light. There it was again. that blue light that he basically saw everywhere in this complex. This time though it didn light up a door, it originated from the scroll. What was that? Some form of energy perhaps.
Smiling at the thought he continued the process of revealing more and more of the Stange symbols. This stuff hadn't hurt him preveously so it most likely wouldn't now.
Finally, after stretching his Arms out as far as he could he sighed. He knew none of the symbols that were depicted on the papyrus. Although they were similar to hyroglyphes, James was unable to understand them.
He repaeted this process again and again. Pushing his hands together, while rolling up the scroll pulling them back out, revealing more of those confusing symbols. In. Out. In. Out. But non of them stuck. They were all just same same unreadable.
James slumped back into the throne. This was hopeless. He hoped for this piece of brittle paper. to give him some information, some context, but now he was as oblivious as before. This had just been a massive waste of time.
He he closed his eyes. Oh! He didn't have eyes anymore so maybe he just turned them of? Well, that doesn't matter. He closed his eyes and started to relax, while leaning back in a liesurely position. Although he theoretically didn't have to sleep or rest anymore it was still nice to sit somewhere else than on the naked cold floor.
He was reminded of that day. The day his mother died. In vybrind colors an image formed inside of his head and before he could stop it, he was back in his old home in Kairo. A small two bedroom apartment, where he lived with his sister and father. He remembers the knowing on the door, the stern faces of the policemen, your sisters crys and your father's pleadings. he just sat there completely still unmoving until your father brought you to bed.
Letting his thoughts wander he heard the sound of food steps and clanking of metal. It didn't register to him properly at first. But soon the sounds crept into his head disturbing his memories thoughts.
He jolted up and, now fully awake, jumped out of the chair, as if someone had poked his back. Shit! What was this? Was there someone in here? Alert he peered into the semi darkness around the throne, looking in every direction while trying to find whatever or whoever made this sound. Where did these steps come from.
There they were again. Slowly approaching from ... the archway, that he entered this room through. Was there a siluette in the darkness?
"Who is there?" James yelled.
The steps stopped, and so did the siluette. It seemed a bit startled.
"Hello?" James called out again.
Slowly the siluette creeped forwards, it's body being revealy part by part. First two money feet in sandals came Into view. They where followed by muddy old tattered ropes, that might have been magnificent hundrets of years ago. Finally two hands and a slim neck came into view. They were decked out with all kinds of gold and silver jewelry. From rings to chains, everything was there.
Last came the head, the sight of which made James step back in shock. He had been prepared for a skull but not for the mummyfied mess Infront of him. It's skin had the color of old paper mixed with mud, the teeth that were left in its mouth rotting away and the lips cracked into a light smile. It was horrifying to James.
The figure reached out his hands taking a big step forward bones ratteling and skin cracking. It's smile whidening and it uttured a single word.
"Master"
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