King Rameses: A Narrative Fiction

“We are getting very close men.’’ I said. I was searching for the missing statue of King Rameses the second. That was why I am walking along the Nile River in the blazing sun. It had taken months for me to find the lost pyramid. The trail ended at Alexandria, but after studying several maps and stories, I was sure that the face plate was in Goshen. I hired these second rate guides to take me to the spot. But that didn’t mean I trusted them.
“Hold it!’’ I said stopping suddenly. This is where the map ended but there was nothing there but boulders. As I leaned down to examine the rocks one of the guides complained
‘’We walked for 50 miles in the scorching sun for a pile of ROCKS!’’ ‘’No’’ I said spying something peculiar about one of the rocks.’’ We came for this.’’ With that I twisted the

At the end of the stairs, I turned on my flashlight to see where I was going. There was a long hallway made of stones. It is very damp and dusty down here. At the end of the hallway I found a room filled with hieroglyphs and a lot of treasure. The guides ran to it and started stuffing jewels and gold down their pockets. I was studying the hieroglyphs.
“This is a very impressive collection” I said to myself. Then I heard the cock of a gun.
‘’Enjoy it, because this is the last thing you’ll ever see!’’ I span around to face my attacker. One of the guides had pulled a gun out, and was aiming it at me.
“Oh and by the way,’’ said the guide with the gun,” A mister Holdren says hi.’’ I gritted my teeth. Nathan Holdren was a sleazy treasure hunter who stole other treasure hunter’s finding and calling them his own. He’s also my nemesis. With the one guard covering me, the rest started stuffing treasure in their packs. “Look at this!’’ one of the guards said. The rest of us came over and saw what he was looking at. It was a small gold figure of a man, with emeralds on the chest plate. As the guard walked toward it, a second guard