A long time ago, a time only your great grandparents would know, there lived a great Egyptian ruler, Ahmed, his queen, Aya, and their beloved son, Mohamed. They were very happy together and ruled with grace, goodness, and generosity. They were adored by the people and treated them with respect. All was well and everyone was happy, well not everyone. In a deep, dark place on the outskirts of the land, a very vexed, evil man lived. No one actually knew his name, they just called him Odsum. Odsum hated everything. He fed off fear and misery, but was too weak from all the joy, peacefulness, and happiness that was radiating off the kingdom to do anything terrible.
But time went on and the rulers grew old. The kingdom was not what it used to be.