“All good things must come to an end”, said Tara, those were the last words of the book she just
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“All good things must come to an end”, said Tara, those were the last words of the book she just finished reading. This book was some adventure fiction novel about hero’s trip to Egypt and his mysterious adventures in the Great Pyramid of Giza, on the banks of Nile River.
Tara was just about to close the book and go to bed, for it was almost midnight, but at the very moment when the girl touched the cover of the book the most unpredictable thing happened. Weird, greenish mist appeared, seems, out of thin air. It was surrounding Tara, getting denser and denser with every passing second. Finally, the mist enveloped Tara and became that dense that the girl could see nothing but the solid green mass of something around her. Tara didn’t know…show more content…
But… her eyes must be mistaken then, for that they were seeing a wide chamber with a high ceiling, torches illuminating orange light, yellow walls, hieroglyphs painted on them depicting their own story, pictures of gods on the front wall, and a tall figure, covered in bandages from head to feet hovering over Tara.
“A mummy”, Tara murmured as silently as possible, “but that’s impossible to happen”.
But the thing was it was possible. She was just staring at the four thousand years old dead body of a pharaoh, the representer of God on earth. Then, the mummy started to outstretch its arms, trying to grab her. Tara did not scream, nor she stepped aside – she was as if in a kind of a trance. And suddenly, “Awake you, silly girl! Do whatever is possible to save your life! Do it right away! Don’t you hesitate!” that was her own voice thundering inside her own head. Without wasting her time, Tara ran to the object she saw when she was looking over the chamber – the only object that was in here – a slightly rust old Egyptian sword. At first she wondered why the mummy didn’t run after her, but dragged inch by inch to reach her, but then she realised that when you’re a pharaoh dead for four thousand years it’s difficult to keep fit.
And she reached a sword; she grabbed it, feeling its cold handle and big weight. And