Novel & Cerita Pyramid Mummy

I followed Remi up the last spiral staircase to the top of the pyramid which was actually flat. With my new sense of eye sight, the teal leaves of the trees and night sky above was fantastically beautiful. My eyes locked on three dragon almost flying dinosaur type creatures. The screeched and circled around the top of the pyramid. Their talons extended towards me as they descended and dived at us. One came right for Remi and I realized he couldn't see it. "Duck!" I screamed.

The two shared a quiet laugh. A fleet of cars rolled into view—sleek black Mercedes-Maybachs and one vintage masterpiece: a custom 1961 Rolls-Royce Phantom V, finished in navy blue with silver trims. That was Grandma’s car, and she motioned for Alicia to join her without saying a word. Inside, the car smelled of polished wood and imported leather. Alicia sank into the smooth white seats, her pulse hammering in her ears. Outside, people slowed their cars just to stare at the procession. Traffic jammed, whispers rippled, and even a few phones slipped from stunned hands.

Still, I kept reading, partially because I was too intrigued to stop, but also because I didn’t want to go home. Three quarters of the way through, I read about the Lycans’ traits. Interestingly, most of them were above six feet tall, based on analysis of bones. They also primarily had blonde or red hair. One mummy in particular caught my interest. She was a highborn female found in a ceremonial burial ground, now residing in a protected space in a museum somewhere down south. She had been so well preserved that her hair, clothing, and even makeup had survived. Most interesting of all was that one of her eyes had also survived the test of time. When the scientists pried open her eyelid, they

replied Master Greendrake. “A fine plan… Speaking of which, I remember my father telling me that there were seventy-two mounds of varying sizes within the tomb… and the supreme angelic artifact is within one of them. Do you know which mound we should be targeting, Master Greendrake?” asked Yusra.

Nothing was flying even close to that one, and a giant pyramid was standing taller than everything in the city, it reached the clouds, and he couldn't see its peak from that angle. "Wow..." was the only thing he could say, he expected something more "traditional" when he thought about a beginner city, not anything this...magnificent. "It's probably something similar to the capital of this region. There's no way it's a novice village, huh, what a nice coincidence." He found a complete body in the middle of the roof. It was a middle-aged man with black hair and an average complexion. David picked it up and carried it no his left shoulder before leaving the building.

A bit longer and it would have run out of energy completely. Ryan ignored it and continued compressing the pyramid even more until it was but a few hundred meters. The pyramid exploded and sand went everywhere. The sparrow turned itself into a ball of lightning and started melting the sand from within the pyramid. By the time Ryan Realised it was too late. The sparrow had already burst out of the pyramid and was flying straight at him.

As the sun began to sink, painting the dunes in shades of violet and rose, the temple emerged from the sand. It was vast — larger than Lira had imagined. A pyramid of black stone, its sides worn by millennia of wind, its peak lost in the heat-haze. The structure was surrounded by a ring of fallen pillars, their surfaces covered in glyphs that seemed to move when she tried to focus on them. At the pyramid's base, a dark entrance yawned, stairs descending into shadow. Mera was waiting at the edge of the pillar ring, Sorrel and two other Western Pact wolves at her side. Her silver muzzle was lined with exhaustion, but her eyes were bright.

Being that they were supernatural beings, some humans in the midst of divine war, each had to choose a side, until the truce and rebellions, in addition to the mercenaries and rebels who formed a coalition that did not accept peace between beings. Currently, the pyramids are surrounded by many seals that depended on the priests to keep the evil contained, in addition to following some ceremonies and traditions, the engineers, responsible for the work, could not reveal the secrets of the architecture and were instructed to design traps to avoid the body violation. However, this did not prevent the theft of valuable belongings that were also buried, so that rebel demons, some rebel gods would

"Some things are better left alone." The weight of his words followed her back into the corridors. She had three screenshots on her phone now, proof that something had occurred, even if the cameras couldn't capture its true nature. But Garcia's warning echoed uncomfortably in her mind as she resumed her patrol route. When she passed the canopic jars again, she slowed her steps, studying the cobra-headed vessels with new intensity. The brass nameplate read: *Canopic jar of Duamutef, Dynasty XXII, dedicated to the protection of the stomach and the goddess Neith.* Standard museum description, clinical and safe.

Four years later. “Mummy, mummy,” the voice of my two boys came through immediately I swung the door to their room open. “Good morning my cuties, already awake and ready for school?” I ruffled their hair while staring into their cute gray eyes just like Jeffery. They had this notable resemblance of Jeffery, thick lashes, plump lips, and curled hair. They were like the replica of Jeffery. Staring at them I felt completely ecstatic, not wanting to dwell in the past but hold onto my double elation.