The Last Pharaoh: A Tale Lost in Sands🔊

Once upon a time, in the land of Egypt, ruled the wise and just Pharaoh Amon-Ra. The kingdom thrived under his rule, making him a beloved leader.

One afternoon, Amon-Ra was approached by a cloaked figure shrouded in mystery. He was a wise old man, who revealed that he hailed from a distant realm, the realm of time. In his hands, he held a conch-like object that pulsed with an otherworldly glow. He told Pharaoh Amon-Ra that within the conch lied the power to manipulate time, however, it came at a steep price.

The old man warned him, 'Use it wisely for it can bring either prosperity or destruction. In the hands of a foolish man, it can bring an end to civilizations.' Intrigued yet cautious, Amon-Ra took the time conch, promising to wield it with great responsibility.

One fateful day, a horde of ferocious desert marauders threatened Egypt. In desperation to save his people, Amon-Ra used the time-conch. His intention was to transport the invaders far into the future, where they could harm no one. As Amon-Ra blew the conch, the kingdom shook, time and space warped around them.

When the dust settled, the marauders were gone. A sigh of relief washed over Amon-Ra, but it was short-lived. He discovered the city was overwhelmed by advanced technologies they did not understand, people exuded anguish and confusion. He'd intended to dispatch the marauders, but instead, transported his entire kingdom into the future.

Overwhelmed by guilt, he chose to use the conch again, risking everything to set things right. Amon-Ra blew the conch once more. The light emerged light, engulfing everything in its path. When it receded, Amon-Ra found himself standing amidst the ruins of his once-thriving city.

Crushed by guilt and despair, he cried out, 'What have I done? I wished to protect them, not destroy them.' The old man appeared again, expressing deep sorrow, 'The power of time is much too great for mortals, Amon-Ra. I should have never entrusted it to you.'

The wise Pharaoh, burdened by the devastation he had caused, pleaded with the old man for a solution. In response, the old man held up the time-conch, 'There is one way—for you, Amon-Ra, to become a guardian of time itself. Devote eternity to protect others from making the same catastrophic mistake.'

In remorse and resolve, Amon-Ra accepted. The old man transferred the powers of the conch into Amon-Ra, turning him into the last Pharaoh, the eternal guardian of time. It was then that he vanished, leaving Amon-Ra alone.

The once-mighty Pharaoh now stood amidst the sands of time, a guardian doomed to eternity, a story lost within the shifting sands. His name slipped from history, his tale forgotten. And so, he remains, the sentinel of time, warding off those who'd dare meddle with the past, present, and future.

But the whispers of the last Pharaoh traveled through the wind. Rumour has it that he appears when the fabric of time is under threat, guiding the lost, correcting the wrongs, a tale lost in sands, only to ensure that time would flow in its rhythm, undisturbed.