Okay readers, this is a sequel to SoulxMaka Love is Complicated but you can also choose to not read the story I mentioned just now as it can be counted as a sole story alone. Your choice though I might make them recall what happened in the past. I hopw you will enjoy this story as much I enjoyed planning it. Sounds weird XDD moving on!
Disclaimer: I own nothin' but da plot.
"Memory is the diary we all carry about with us."
― Oscar Wilde
Chapter 1: Plans
"What is this?"Maka muttered too fast for her albino companion to catch, reading the inscription on the sand stone block. "مع جبروت الموت الرب، أرسل لي حتى الموت. I تضفي لك حياتي، I جعل تضحية، وتبين لي عالمك، من خلال الدم والألم,"
Their world blurred as they vision spun, the background of the secret room dissipating and changing for new. Finding themselves thrown through a mysterious portal, their vision went black.
تغييرات غامضة – Mysterious Changes
"You don't know what you're talking about." The professor huffed as he leaned back in his seat, not believing a single word she was spouting.
"I know what I'm talking about!" Maka exclaimed as she slammed the book onto the table, pointing out some Egyptian symbols that finalized 'Death Vegas'. "This might be a whole new leap for mankind! We might find a new civilization that might be able to fill in the gaps in our history!"
"What makes you think a mere twenty-one year old can decipher something famous historians never did?" The professor sneered, snapping the book shut like how he wished he could shut her crazy thoughts out.
"Like I said," Maka enunciated in a bitchy manner," The historians did not pay attention enough to the scripts and they don't take risks!"
"Why you-"
"I know what I've discovered! All ancient Egyptian scripts have the same exact symbols but just in slightly different orders!"
"Miss Albarn, dean's office now." The professor said sternly.
"But-"
"NOW!" He exploded, pushing her out of the door.
"That old man doesn't know a talent when he sees one..." She grumbled, tucking the book under her arm before she stalked to the office, slightly disgruntled.
"It's been ages since you came here." Miss Maria teased. Maka Albarn was the kind of girl who had a perfect attendance and only got in trouble with the lecturers twice as she tried to prove her point. Miss Maria was the only one who understood her competitive streak; Maka just wanted to prove that no matter how old you are, you could prove the adults wrong. The ash-blonde student took pride in that, sometimes the teachers feared her for her knowledge could overpower them.
"Professor Bilge is someone who only believes something that is black and white. He just can't accept the fact that some things are wrong. Wonder how he got his teaching degree with a pea-sized brain," She grunted.
Laughing heartily at the student's interesting string of insults, she winked her, giving her a free pass from the tiresome lecture of the dean. The receptionist absolutely adored the ash-blonde girl who made quite a record in the university for defying professors only to get out of the classroom which left them baffled as they got their facts wrong.
It only made them more precautious about the packet of information they provided due to her notorious personality as they had a dignity to hold and thus the people who were in her class did better.
"I'll prove the world wrong," Maka muttered as she pulled out the books on Egyptian scripts. She loved to discover about the Egyptians whose civilization died more than a millennium and a half but left behind such interesting architecture and scripts.
It only made her more curious when she discovered weird symbols that no one ever bothers to write about what could be hidden behind it? Could it be that no one ever made it out alive to discover and write about it or did they just simply disappear or something mysterious that they wanted to keep to themselves?
The words Death Vegas pulled a string in her – somehow she felt a connection to it and it sounded vaguely familiar as if she had been there when she was just a child. She barely remembered her childhood memories which made her head hurt to think about it but they do flash every now and then but it was too fast for her to catch. They had never been crystal clear like movies that were in high quality but simply hazy as if it was meant to hide something.
At first she thought she was losing it as it was the only plausible explanation for the weird sights she kept seeing. But the gap in her heart and mind was there – her hands would ache to carry something pole-like or simply when she focused hard enough she could see glowing orbs around the people.
She determined to find out her origin – no records of her past could be found and she was adopted by her foster parents who treated her fairly well. She wished to explore more but she was just a girl who barely finished high school to travel. Even she had a plan formulated; she couldn't carry it out with secrecy which was a huge problem.
Her only eyes to the world were the books that were written - but it wasn't enough as her curiosity raged on in her. She knew she was searching from a blind spot, she never knew where to start with as she had seen such a small amount scripts and many pyramids were unknown of what was contained inside.
She had visited many museums around the world in the 5 years of her life that she could remember and the many shards of stones that she inspected seemed to have their inscription smudged then from the copy of the script she found in the books and it was replaced in Arabic expressions instead. It led to all various pyramids in Egypt, be it ruined or complete, big or modest sized - it had it all.
The biggest lead she ever had was of two scripts stating the same name: The pyramid of Meidum.
She would do anything to go there and the fact that her foster parents were filthy rich did help – if not for their fear of getting swallowed by a sandstorm. Sure, she would have free reign over her actions after she graduated from high school and can possibly think up of a way to fool her parents with the smart brain of hers but it's easier said than done.
It would be pretty suspicious if your daughter suddenly wants to go to Egypt to study when she's 18 and majoring in English Literature with a GPA of 4.0 which opened many doors of different universities and colleges but none ever had the course she wanted.
But the problem was how could she accomplish such a difficult task and let her parents rest in peace as she definitely wanted them to live longer with a heart attack and who she could put her faith into...
Endless troubles to solve.
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Yuppers we're at the end! Soul won't pop out so fast, just a note! Be generous and review, favorite and follow alright? I'll see you tomorrow with an update! Oh note! This is the promised re-upload of this story because I fudged up big time last time. So for my old readers... welcome back to Mysterious Changes.
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