Uncovering the Goddess of Death

gish. She had pushed the events of the previous day

would be the least boring. Everything just looked like some old buildi

ast page she saw a headline which read "The Necropolis: Cit

t on the side there was something about construction b

et attacked by some old lady. She grabbed her jacket and then suddenly couldn't find her purse. Where'd it go

ng the crown which

all the construction and excavations that happened. She found herself going in circles, retracing her steps, trying to back track, only to realize she wasn't getting anywhere

ut a bit carelessly, trying to see if she recognized anything to help her find her way back. She could feel her head begin to spin wildly. She lost h

he picked her head up slowly from the rocky ground, looking about slowly. Her heart rate had slowed down a little, and she tried to look around but could not. It was so dark

lowly walked about, tentatively putting her feet down to avoid tripping. It was strange, there were paintings and writing on the wall that were not english. There were columns cr

some kind of exit, when she was distracted by som

earing a crown. The crown was a disk with two cow horns jutting out from the sides. Beside her was a similar looking woman with wings of a hawk, kneeling beside the lady with he

e her! It was exactly the same! She quickly reached into her bag, realizing that she had brought it by a

estled perfectly on top of her head. She never wore it before and realized how heavy it w

er feel like her: Strong, powerful, and beautiful. She started to reach her hand out to touch the ima