Cãll Of the Sãnd(MxM)

Temples and Cloaks

If 11 hour flight didn't tire out Seth then exploring Giza with Raven surely did! Seth's legs were begging to have some rest as Raven hopped from one store to another to buy souvenirs for his family. In the end, Seth sat down at one place with all the shopping bags, unable to be at par with Raven's spirit. Raven went off to another store to continue his exploration. Unlike Seth, Raven actually belongs from a happy, well to do joint family and even if he was the apple of his family, after joining the entertainment industry, he never once acted like a spoilt brat, rather he was kind, respectful and friendly in nature.

Seth was sitting thinking about all these things when suddenly he started to feel unwell. His heart beat erratically, he sweated like anything in the air conditioned mall. He fished out his phone from his pocket and tried to call Raven but then remembered that the latter has forgotten to bring out his phone from the hotel room. Now Seth started to cough. His phone fell down from his loosened grip. Is he having a heart attack? Is he going to die like this?-were such thoughts in his mind that was gradually becoming cloudy and blurry as time passed. His suffering however continued and eventually everything became dark.

Like an ink diluted in water, several images ran mercilessly without any pause. Groans and moans of protest were of no use. Opening of eyes was a way but they won't obey the owner and simply remained glued together. In the end, when the headache along with the heartache became too much, red pupils opened in the dark and kept glaring at nothingness in the dark. The owner of the red pupils shuffled and tried to get up, but he failed yet he didn't give up. His entire body ached as if he was ruthlessly beaten up by someone. After much attempt, the figure finally stood up and slowly started to move forward as he felt solid ground underneath his feet.

He didn't know how long he had walked, but at present he was simply following his instincts. His instincts did not fail him as he saw a flicker of light at a distance and soon he crossed that distance and came at the source of light. He had his eyes closed at the sudden exposure of light and few seconds later opened them only to be astonished at the worn down grandeur of the place.

"Is this a temple?" he spoke out aloud in a foreign language that he did not have any knowledge of but understood it perfectly well.
Slowly he descended from the raised platform where the source of light has lead him to. He took few steps and marvelled at the ancientness if the temple. He turned around and discovered a big statue of some god on the same raised platform from which he had descended. On closer look the figurine was an animal headed deity, with a curved head, tall square topped ears. Due to the similar worn down state of the idol, the animal which its representing is unidentifiable. The ceiling and the walls of the temple were probably painted beautifully with bright colors during the time the temple was build but now due to low maintainance, the colors have faded. A creak broke the reverie of the person whose shadow was mixed with that of the deity in the walls at the light of candles.A gust of wind blew in as the door of the temple opened blowing off the feeble candles that were the only source of light.

The person was left to despair as once again the world sunk into darkness. But soon, he found himself once again on the raised platform with several cloaked figures looking up at him. Their eyes shone with a certain level of admiration that was equivalent to madness. Cattles consisting of sheep, goats and pigs were brought inside and very soon they were mercilessly slaughtered infront of him, drenching his feet with their blood.

Now the cloaked figures, wearing expensive jwellery started to chant one name in a dazed and monotonous manner. Their mouth opened and closed to pronounce one name that made the ringing of the person's ears even worse. He could understand what they were saying but was unable to comprehend it properly.

He covered his ears and begged them to stop, screamed for help but none listened to him but chanted the cursed name over and over again until the person could feel himself falling once again.

Somewhere far deep in the deserts of Egypt, the candle-wick of a room trembled as it forewarned of an upcoming storm.