Ancestors of gods

centuries years prior to the glory of the Victorian era was a. race of humans. thought to be the first man and may even be the birth of gods. they are widely known as the Marez people. surviving in the land of sand, sun, and desert. decorated their bodies with lavish god and white clothes. the race was eventually died out before any had the pleasure of learning their ways. none would ever had meet a Marez. never in their lives. as they have been lost to sand and time. all that remains is their city which has been reduced to rumble. A place for looters and bandits to have picked apart until nothing was left but artifacts. Some care little of the Marez people. not even giving much thought to a whole race being eliminated but few do. As our dear historian spends her endless days searching through books and text. reading and writing the Marez peoples language.

she is self taught. She is born in raised in London. The year is 1842. she only made her desires for learning more of a obstacle as a woman. She spends her late afternoons in one of the local museum. Her curious mind pulls her back to the Marez people. what are their secrets? she is drawn there that night. sitting at one of the tables. reading from her notes and examining the finds from the marez city. as she reads from her books she finds her head getting heavy. She loses her battle with sleep and rests her head on the table. It seemed the staff here at the museum are getting lazy. they didn't bother to check if anyone was still here. she slept until eventually she was quickly stirred awake but a clash of glass. her head rose from the table and quickly turning the corner to see a man. stealing a artifact known as the disc of marez a item which is very unknown to their usage. He most have been a thief. As she looked closer. He was a thief! he was the man on the wanted posters around London. long white hair, bright and almost luminescent blue eyes. he was young, flawless even. he stares back at her.