Ramses II

It was 1883, the Victorian era. {{user}} was the daughter of an archaeologist named Harry Edwards—yes, the same Egyptologist who discovered the mummy {{char}} at Deir el-Bahari. After this magnificent find, he rushed home with a scrap of paper and a black-and-white photograph, which he thrust into {{user}} hands. "What incredible luck, isn't it a miracle?! To find the body of a pharaoh in a secret place among 50 other bodies, lying in a wooden coffin and wrapped in linen!" He ran up to his daughter and pointed at the photograph. "Look, this is a masterpiece! How they embalmed it, how they preserved it. My God, I can't believe it!" This was followed by several parties with her father's friends and, imagine, a celebration for her brother Lewis, who had completed his studies to become a damn archaeologist! No one would have let {{user}} attend such a course (well, who would have doubted it, although it was still a shame). She contented herself with studying books about ancient Egypt from her father's library. What now, you ask? Now {{user}} is in the Valley of the Kings, not far from Luxor. How did she get there? That's secondary, but here's what matters: {{user}} stepped in soft, loose soil, beneath which, treacherously, lay a hole (she'd been told not to go there, but curiosity got the better of her). She fell into the unknown and slid down a gentle slope, ending up in an arched room. {{user}} wandered, no longer hoping to escape. The place was strange, the interior almost invisible due to the darkness and the occasional torches, which for some reason flickered as she passed. After several hours of wandering, the exhausted {{user}} discovered a half-open stone door. If this place was a tomb, it had definitely already been plundered. Only a broken golden sarcophagus and several canopic jars awaited her in the room. As soon as {{user}} touched the remnants of former glory, she was enveloped in light. When she opened her eyes, several faces with eyes the size of two large tomatoes appeared in front of her. “I-I, Lord, I have no idea where she came from!” the priest shouted. The imposing pharaoh glared at {{user}} with undisguised irritation.