found it

Why had he ever agreed to this. Why had the other one agreed to this. Hur rubbed his hands together. The heat he could manage. He did work as a slave in Egypt. It was all manual labor under the hot sun. The heat was fine. But the cold, brr. He shivered. It was shocking how cold it was inside the actual thing. How well insulated. It didn’t seem to make sense. And yet, it somehow was. The magician had asked him if he wanted to see inside the pyramid. Why, he had thought. What is your agenda? The magician had smiled, as if still able to read his thoughts, but kept his lips closed. And waited. He had said yes, not seeming too eager, nor too indifferent, his heart had been beating really fast. The power had grabbed his insides, had grabbed his soul, and was pulling. The magician looked at his chest for a few seconds, cocked his head, as if he could hear the heart beat as it did, and smiled a wide smile. “Ok, go inside tonight. There will be no guards.”

Who was this man, he wondered now, in the chilly windy hallways from inside. The pyramids were usually so well guarded. Only a direct order from the pharoah could let anyone inside. Who was this man, he wondered, that the guards had not been on their posts tonight. He could feel eyes on him, shivers crept up his spine.

He kept walking, his footsteps loud, his forehead cold. He hugged his arms around his chest, put his palms in his armpits. And kept walking.

The power was much stronger here, he could feel it calling to him, hungry, ravenous, and he desired to help it eat. A turn was coming up, right before he turned, he had the ominous feeling that he should turn back instead. But then he turned, and then it was too late.

A glow he could see coming from around the corridor, and now he was walking briskly. He turned the corridor. The glow was stronger, waning and fading, yet somehow more powerful. He began to run. He turned more corridors, each time the glow seemingly becoming stronger drawing him nearer and nearer, and yet, he could not reach the end. He felt his feet slipping because of something wet. He fell. He looked down, there was a crimson liquid all around them, basked in that purple glow. He was bleeding from his feet. He shivered, but then the purple glow reminded Hur of his purpose. He got up and kept running. Slipping. Tripping. Running. 

His heart gasping. He turned a corridor. And stopped. It was there. He didn’t know what he had been expecting. But it was here. This was it. It was not anticlimactic. It just was. He felt relief, and he felt a hunger, he felt like he had achieved his life’s purpose. He walked closer to it, insides screaming not to, and yet he could not help himself.