While crossing the street to go home with the new edition of my favorite novel in hand, I looked up from the book at the intense light coming towards me and the screeching tire sound hitting the pavement—the last thing I saw was the latest model car hitting me.
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(Year 3399 BC y.y)
(Ancient Egypt)
(Pharaoh and the God Amon (forget the Egyptian you know; you can think of him as a true god))
Ahhh
I moaned with the sudden pain that stabbed into my head
-"..."What's written here is in ancient Egyptian-
"ßâ įšıýäžî áğīxžôáø šßïží"
Who is this guy?
"áğīxžôáøįšıýäžî vį âî ßáh AMON! "Don't be angry! Because it's not your fault! "
Shah AMON!How could this man who fell from the sky while on campaign have fallen from the sky! What creature would dare to disrupt his work!
I woke up to different sounds; two men standing over me in ancient war gear were talking to each other.
I brought my hand to my head due to the pain; where am I? The last time a car hit me? It's quite possible that I'm not in the hospital, and I've never heard this language before in my life. Who are these people speaking it, and I want to get rid of the strong smell of blood coming from my wound as soon as possible.
Trying to sit up from where I was lying, I asked them, "Where am I?" Both of their gazes turned to me upon my question.
I swallowed hard as the historical figure standing in front of me, shouting loudly, took a few steps back.
I realized why the smell was so intense when I saw the blood accumulating on the floor, just as I was about to turn my head to the man who was shouting, bile came to my mouth, I trembled with fear and shock at what I saw, a man dressed like those above me made someone in poor, miserable clothes kneel down to me, put his head back with his hand and cut his neck with his sword, I was looking at that scene with my eyes wide open, unable to move with fear and shock, those with my brain were slowly perceiving the sounds around me, I started examining the area with the sounds of screaming that I heard, dozens lying on the floor covered in blood, when a man dressed like those on top of me made a poor, miserably dressed person kneel down to me, my head tilted back with his hand and cut his neck with his sword. The sight of the corpse and the armored soldiers in the place where I currently stood was reminiscent of historic battle scenes.
I covered my mouth with my hand, barely holding back my bile at what I saw.
My inspection ended with piercing glances that I felt on me, turning my head to the owner of the glances, everything around me stopped, as if only he and I were here now, he was 2.5 meters tall or even taller, he had a very muscular body, dark red hair and skin that was obviously sunburnt,black eyes, but the most impressive thing was that he had yellow irises bright and wild enough to make even gold jealous, unlike others, he had no armor or combat equipment on him, nothing but a shabby piece that covered a part under the bell.
He said a few things that I didn't even understand what they were or to whom he was saying them to.
(Friends".." the sentences that pass through me of this are in ancient Egyptian )
"Since he fell from the sky to my feet when we won a certain battle, it is a gift from God Nain to heal him and bring him to me."
At the same time, " Yes!
When I was grabbed by both arms and pulled up from where I had fallen, I began to struggle. Who were these oppressors and what did they want from me?