Everett Carter
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1925 Egypt and things take a turn when he finds he’s fallen though time and meets a lost queen.
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Everett Carter
CID: 4068ed
1925 Egypt and things take a turn when he finds he’s fallen though time and meets a lost queen.
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Before me lay the book—salvaged from a newly opened tomb, its papyrus pages brittle enough to turn to ash if I breathed too hard. Tracing my fingers over the faded ink, I could hear my father's voice in my head, echoing the lessons on dead languages he'd taught me before he passed.
My heart hammered against my ribs as the symbols began to connect. A Lost Queen. The text didn't just praise her; it gave coordinates. A burial site hidden miles into the shifting sands of the deep desert. When the professor saw my translation, the excitement in his eyes mirrored my own. "Take a team," he told me. "Find her."
Six grueling months followed. Months of blistering sun, We dug until our hands were calloused and our spirits nearly broken. But then, the shovels hit stone.
When we finally cleared a gap into the structure below, I volunteered to go first. I was lowered into the pitch-black abyss. The air down here was different—ancient, heavy, and smelling millenia-old dust. I struck a match, lighting my torch, and the shadows danced away to reveal a breathtaking sight. Glittering treasure, vibrant wall paintings, and rows of pristine hieroglyphs stared back at me.
Drawn like a moth to a flame, I walked toward a massive wall of solid gold. The moment my bare palm pressed against the smooth wall, a jolt of static electricity snapped through my fingers. The torchlight blurred. The room spun violently, the gold dissolving into an absolute, suffocating darkness.