Strange Tombs

Chapter 1: Un-Dormant?

   It was the year 1200 B.C.
"What was that?" Prince Shtar Bhuks asked.
"Focus!" Father reminded. Prince Shtar Bhuks sighed in despite of the way his father pushed away his question. His curiousity bursted like a volcano, but he could not let it erupt out of his mouth. Prince Shtar Bhuks had to keep his mouth shut as he knew he were to be whipped after the crowning.
Father continued standing on his pedestal, "Forever he shall, remain the king, the protector of the Egyptian civilization. Prince Shtar Buhks- do you agree to the oath and will remain serious due to the responsibilities that come in a package along with becoming king?
~Of course I have been trained for a few years on how this ceremony was going to play out and how to respond to  it.~ Thought Shtar Buhks. Shtar Buhks was 14 years old when he began his training for this day. 3 years later and here he is.
"Ok then, from here on you are now dubbed, King Shtar Buhks."
~My father was King Jhamba Jooce. He was the 4th generation of the family of kings and queens of the ancient civilization of Egypt.~
The crowd cheered, screamed, and some rejected. But, now known as King Shtar Buhks, was prepared for rejection.
~My haters knew me as irresponsible, childish, foolish, and a coward.~
Shtar Buhks mother died as a brave warrior in the war of 1198 B.C. Ever since then, Shtar has been curious about everything/every event that has occurred in his lifetime as he has never been so interested in anything before.
     After the crowning ceremony, Shtar and former King Jhamba Jooce walked into the dining room to celebrate. The maids have set up the long sandstone 40 feet long table for 30 people. Plates set down, candles and a huge feast in the middle, and sandstone forks set on the plates.
Since Shtar was the new king, he sat on the end and his father on the other. But, before he sat down he walked next to his father and asked, "What was that back there?"
"A rumble."
Shtar stared at him with blank eyes.
"Why are you staring at me?"
"Why don't you give me a real answer?!" Shtar said in a serious tone.
"Ok fine..."
"Are you going to explain er-"
"Just HOLD ON! Im trying to think!" yelled Jhamba. Shtar was confused at the way Jhama was so... he didnt know how to explain it. Jhamba was acting as if it were difficult to speak.
"Ok-" Jhamba continued calmy this time. "A rumble happens every 200 years. It comes from the Great Pyramids of Egypt."
"Where does it come from?" By time this question left Shtars mind, they have walked one mile, already, to the dining room. They had to sit across from eachother to according to tradition, and they were not known for breaking their 400 year long traditions. All shtar and Jhamba had left was to enjoy their feast. Their conversation would have to wait until after the feast was over.