The sands and stories of Egypt always enthralled Isaac. Unable to travel and explore the job at a museum was the best he could hope for.
Yet the land of the Gods are soon to become far more real when an ancient relic is broken, releasing a vengeful deity.
Furious at the past that spurned him he craves destruction, even if it means his own.

But is everything all it seems? There is always a deeper reason and their fates may be linked far more closely than he believes.

The Forgotten God

Am Heh barely looked up when he heard the knock, continuing to read over the scroll with even less interest. It was the pause before entry that caused him to lower the papyrus, his dark eyes observing the meek entrance of the young man. The face was not one he recognised but, unlike the others, the aura emanating from the mortal was calmer, perhaps nerves. 


He gestured to the table nearby, half judging each movement the new slave made. 


"Put it there," he instructed placidly, unable to look back to the papers he was reading, the mortal having piqued his curiosity. "And wait for a moment, there may be other things I need you to do..." 


Chapter Eighteen