Progress Under the Sun
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The story starts off with the death of Ra(the sun god) and as long as Ra is dead the sun will not shine putting the ppl of Egypt in darkness forever, but one god had attained the Blood of Ra, this gods name was Imhotep the god of healing and medicine. Through his countless tries of experimenting on the blood he was able to duplicate it. He gave this blood to the divine doctors(people contracted to him, through that contract they'd gain his powers). They misunderstood the assignment and started experimenting with the blood on children, trying to create a new sun god, a new Ra. Here's where are main characters parents come in. Magnolia's mother was pregnant with him, about to give birth
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