Kemetic Tales

The year was 6259. It had been over two thousand years since the last temple was closed and four hundred years since the children were first taken. So much pain had been inflicted. So much blood spilled. So much history lost. The world was unrecognizable. Up was down and the people couldn’t distinguish good from evil. It was a dangerous time to be alive.  From the cliffs, the high priests of the old order watched and waited for the signs.