The Prophets Tomb

Prologue

"For so long mysteries have consumed us, we breath and live in a world filled with mysteries; we die in mysteries, as such immortality is a mystery but more nonetheless a lie in most peoples eyes but i know there is something out there, i just don't know what yet"

Words on a notebook fill my vision without regard of thinking, these words are a pathway to the truth as my father would say about history textbook but I always doubted it, how can you find truth in words that are more like a lie? but now i realise there is no truth though instead cluse. These words come together in my head, as like always the words that show are the only thing i want to know, tomb and egypt is all what i can notice as my head twirls. 

I take a deep breath closing the book knowing the answer, i trace my footsteps to the floor littered with papers filled with information and texts from my father's journal; i like to think he would be proud of me even though i treated him like dirt for so long like so many. I bend over wrapping my fingers around a paper, it was a paragraph from when dad was still sane describing all of the information he collected from his journeys across the world to find that tomb of the prophet and all results lead to the timid location of a country in middle east though now i know the answer he was searching for. 

My breathing increased as i dropped the paper on the ground standing up, leaning my weight on a bookshelf as i run my hand through my brown locks of hair tied into a french braid which hung over my shoulders to my bellybutton, i tug on my leather jacket pulling it more firmly up my broad shoulders before closing my eyes. Soon enough I push myself from the wall pushing open the door to the main hall, my heart beated and my head thumped as i pushed myself upon the railing as i think to myself though barely can function due to the shock of success.

"the tomb, the tomb its in egypt; father was right..."