Lahat ng Kabanata ng Queen of the Eternal Nile: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, but I had been awake long before dawn because sleep had become impossible.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him, the man with golden eyes. The king standing on the battlefield, he was the ruler who had looked at me as though he had known me for a lifetime, Kharef.I sat cross-legged on the bed, the book The Mystery of Pharaoh Kharef resting in my lap. The words no longer felt like ancient history. Strangely they felt… Personal.Knock.. Knock…Knock…A knock interrupted my thoughts."Miss Maritza?" Ayesha peeked through the ha

The Luxor skyline glowed beneath the setting sun as I stood alone on my balcony.The clay tablet from the archive rested beside my notebook. So did the growing collection of sketches, translations, and questions about Pharaoh Kharef.Every answer only seemed to create more mysteries.I sighed, closing the notebook."God… You're impossible to understand."A soft vibration interrupted my thoughts, it was from my phone.I frowned in confusion. The screen had barely received a signal since I arrived in Luxor and almost no one had contacted me.Except...My heart tightened when I saw who called.Aiden Calling...For a long moment, I simply stared at the screen.Part of me wanted to reject the call but another part… Needed to know why he was calling.So, finally I grabbed the phone and I answered. "...Hello?"There was a brief silence, like he didn't know what to say either.Then his familiar voice. "Hi, Maritza."I closed my eyes when I heard his voice.It still hurts. "Whats wrong? Is eve

After breakfast, Leo parked the SUV in front of a sandstone building overlooking the western bank of the Nile.A weathered sign stood beside the entrance.‘Royal Antiquities Restoration Center’I looked at Ayesha. "I thought we were done with museums."She smiled mischievously. "This isn't a museum but a restoration laboratory. Normally, tourists aren't allowed inside, but Professor Hassan called in a favor."Leo leaned against the driver's door. "Apparently you've become everyone's favorite history detective."I laughed. "I don't know whether that's a compliment.""It definitely is." She said cheerfully.

I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the same whisper."Come find me..."It wasn't frightening anymore. If anything… It sounded lonely as though someone had spent a lifetime waiting for an answer.Or perhaps… Several lifetimes.At seven the following morning, a black four-wheel-drive vehicle stopped outside the hotel.Leo leaned against the driver's door, coffee in one hand. "You actually look excited."I nodded excitedly. "I am."He laughed. "I knew Professor Hassan's discovery would keep you awake.""It did." I wiggle

The voice faded and silence swallowed the chamber once more but no one dared move.Professor Hassan slowly lowered his notebook, his hands trembling so violently that several pages slipped onto the stone floor."...Did everyone hear that?"Leo answered first. "I thought it was inside my head.""It was," Ayesha whispered. "But I heard it too."The four of them looked at one another.No one could explain what had just happened.I slowly lowered her hand."I don't think..." Her voice barely rose above a whisper. "...it wants me to touch it."Professor Hassan frowned. "What do you mean?""It feels..." She searched for the right words. "...like it's waiting."Waiting…The word echoed through the chamber.Again… The same word that had followed her from the day she arrived in Egypt. Waiting: The archaeologist. The old mystic. The ancient scroll. And professor Hassan's grandfather's journal.Everything had led her here. Before anyone could speak again— The pendant around Maritza's neck burst