Chapter 1 – Shadows Among the Pyramids
When the desert wind sings a name that will never be forgotten,
amongst grains of sand that remember every step of the gods,
a soul awakens, not from sleep,
but from memories waiting to be remembered.
The evening light pierces between the two pyramids of Giza, reflecting off the sand that seems to glow from within the earth. The desert is silent, only the sound of the wind swirling, carrying the scent of metal, stone, and the past.
Amidst the shadows of the giant stones stands a young woman, Elara.
Her head is still spinning after hours under the scorching sun, studying the unknown symbols she has just discovered on the walls inside a small pyramid not recorded on official archaeological maps. Her hands trembled slightly, not from fatigue, but because something in her chest resonated, as if the symbols were speaking in a language her soul once understood.
She brushed the dust from the stone and saw an engraving in the shape of eyes glowing from two directions, one crying, one smiling.
Beneath it was written in hieroglyphics that were almost faded:
“Eryon, guardian of the light under two suns.”
Elara fell silent.
She had never found that name in any manuscript. Yet strangely, her heart beat faster. The name felt familiar. Too familiar.
Eryon... who are you? Why do I feel like you are calling me?
She closed her eyes, and in the silence of the desert, the wind suddenly swirled harder, carrying grains of sand like a sprinkling of tiny stars. The sky changed colour, from orange to purple, then silver. In an instant, she felt as if she were standing in two worlds: one here, one in a time that was not time.
In that vision, she saw herself, but not as Elara.
She stood in a pale blue stone palace, wearing a white linen dress and a necklace in the shape of the Eye of Horus. At her side, a man with long black hair and golden eyes gazed at her gently.
“Elara is not your name at this time,” he said in a language that seemed to flow directly from her memory.
“You are Nefra-El, priestess of Heliopolis, guardian of the songs of the stars.”
“And I...“, his smile pierced through time, “I am Eryon, guardian of your lost light.”
Just as she was about to touch the man’s face, a loud voice woke her up.
“Elara! Are you alright?”
The voice of Prof. Idris, her archaeology mentor, echoed from outside.
She blinked, and the world returned to being a desolate desert.
She looked at the carving again.
Now she realised that the wall not only displayed text, but also pulsed softly with a bluish light, as if there was something alive behind the stone.
She touched the surface and her body shuddered from the cold energy that entered her fingertips.
A shadow flashed across the wall, the silhouette of a man with golden eyes, faint, as if carved by the dripping moonlight.
A deep, distant voice spoke from beyond the dimension of time:
“You have found me again... but the world is not yet ready to remember.”
Elara looked around. There was no one there.
But the sand beneath her feet began to move, forming a small spiral.
She looked up at the sky, the half-moon hanging low, and for a moment, she swore she saw two pyramid shadows instead of one: one in this world, one in another.
That night, in her small tent at the edge of the excavation site, Elara wrote in her field journal.
Today I found an engraving that is not recorded in any reference.
I heard the name “Eryon” and saw golden eyes in my dream.
For some reason, I feel this is not an ordinary archaeological discovery.
It’s like... a call home.
She put down her pen and looked at the stars.
The desert sky was filled with the constellation of Orion, the hunter from mythology who was always associated with Osiris. But that night, the stars seemed to tremble, as if whispering in secret patterns.
Then, a small light flashed across the sky. A meteor? No. Too slow.
The light descended towards the pyramid, stopped at the top, then disappeared.
In the echoing silence, she heard a faint voice from afar:
“When the shadows begin to breathe, the myths will come back to life.”
In her dream that night, Elara walked between two worlds.
On one side, the sands of Egypt stretched out; on the other, the snowy plains of Norway reflected the light of the aurora.
Two skies united above her, one filled with ancient stars, the other with runic symbols.
And between them stood Eryon.
Not a dream. Not an illusion. But a meeting between two eras searching for themselves.
“You have finally remembered the first step, Elara,” his voice echoed softly, yet shook the entire sky.
“But the journey has only just begun.
The myths have awakened, and they await you to rewrite their fate.”
As she was about to ask, the sky split open.
From the crack emerged a light shaped like a weeping and smiling eye, just like the carving on the pyramid.
Then everything turned white.
The next morning, the archaeological team found Elara kneeling before the pyramid’s wall, now emitting a faint blue glow.
She still held the small amulet of unknown origin, engraved with one ancient word:
ERYON.
And when he opened his eyes, his irises reflected a golden colour for a moment before returning to brown.
The world had begun to remember,
and the shadows between the pyramids
had begun to breathe again.
