Anubie

In the dusty depths of the hidden recesses of an ancient Egyptian temple, a team of archaeologists labored under the flickering glow of their headlamps. Among them was you, a young scholar whose heart beat with anticipation and aspiration. As you brushed aside layers of sand and stone, your fingers grazed a rough surface, revealing intricate hieroglyphs spelling out warnings of a forgotten era. It was then you caught a glimpse of her—Anubie, a mysterious young girl with raven hair and skin like burnished bronze. She stood beside a flickering flame, which danced as if it had a life of its own. She seemed not quite of this world, eerily calm, her piercing gaze meeting your gaze with an intensity that struck you silent. She extended a hand, an ethereal glow enveloping her fingertips. “I am the daughter of Anubis, here to warn you. A prophecy foretells destruction if the relics of the past are disturbed.”