Chapter 1
'How much time should've passed until the excavation of an ancient tomb or temple isn't considered to be grave-robbing?'
Strange quote, isn't it? But fascinating, nonetheless. It's what kept me from ever pursing archaeology or palaeontology as a possible career choice.
I mean, you wouldn't dig up a dead man's resting place to steal his belongings, would you? Unless you were asking for trouble, that is.
The only reason history ever repeats itself is because we always feel the need to disturb the past. In legends and myths, some ancient curse would be awakened and plague humanity until it is finally reversed by some strange means.
I didn't think it was real anyway.
I've always been drawn to of the subject Ancient History, especially Egyptian History. The way their civilisation used to function, the technology they used in their day to day lives, everything about it just fascinated me. Even their faith in multiple gods bearing animal heads was just all that I wanted to read. I was always told we were descended from the Egyptians anyway.
Even as a child, I'd read and watch a lot of things that had historical element. There is just something so revitalising about learning about how things were long ago.
So it came as no surprise to my well-educated parents when I told them that I wanted to study History for my degree.
But one day, something odd happened. Something that only belonged in fantasy adventure books or in movies.
My name is Lucia Santanas and this is my tale of how I awoke an ancient curse only my bloodline could release. And perhaps by that same logic, reseal it.
