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January 20th - Still getting that nagging feeling that I wrote about in my other journal. Can’t seem to shake it from my head. Looked over the current projects and dig sites today. Still feel there is something wrong.
February 11th - Wrote to M. M suggests that I use caution when exploring our mutual topic. I still wish I knew what he was involved in. I can’t even write his bloody name in my journal. Sometimes, I wish - but alas I cannot write this either.
February 13th - Reached a breakthrough today. It is highly possible that we have been missing something. Workers have not been excavating Area H-7. My colleagues tell me that I’m a fool for wanting to dig there, but I cannot shake this feeling. No replies from M for a while. I suppose I will proceed.
February 23rd - The dig is progressing quite well. Even though this is simply the preliminary stages, the whole affair is turning out to be a cornucopia of archeological finds. Pottery shards, small tablets, the remains of tools - all found at H-7. This show signs of promise.
April 8th - The dig struck a dramatic find today. We found the top of what looks to be like the top of a tomb. All signs point to this find being part of the Armana period. Could this be the lost tomb of Nefertiti?
April 15th - The strange dreams are happening again. I cannot get them out of my mind. I must find Nefertiti’s tomb. It will be the answer to all of my questions. I just know it.
May 7th - My mind...what is happening to it? Why? Is she there? In the tomb? Is she still alive? But how could she be alive? It has been thousands and thousands of years. How?
May 12th - It is very difficult to hide my affliction. Each night I come home to my study and release. I release my true self. I dream of days under the desert sun. I dream of ruling an empire.
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May 20th - They have found it. The drawings upon the tomb have indicated it. I know that it is so. I know what it is that they have found. Yet, I shall not tell them, for they do not understand. Behold, my return is imminent.
June 3rd – The Ibbich is here. I know it. I can feel it. I do not know how I can write this strange language. Nor do I know how I can understand it. They must recover the Ibbich. For with it, Those Who Are Destined in White to Vanquish shall vanquish. And All Shall Be As it Was. here.
June 4th - Someone is writing in my journal, but I do not know who it is. Who could this be? I feel as if the writing is familiar. The time approaches.
June 7th - I have the Ibbich in my possession. It is a most curious object. The artifact itself appears to be two obsidian cubes superimposed upon one another. I know that it sounds extraordinary, but the two objects seem to actually occupy the same space. I can even manipulate one cube within the other. They seem to float within each other, the corners of each obsidian cube protruding from the flat plane of
The boy tires me. Nefertiti. They will not be able to find her because she was never buried. We need her to complete the rituals to finish the Amulets of Protection. These will be the tools that shut out IMHXXX from the world.
June 8th - I fear that my collegues have discovered me. They have seen my study. The place where I go to be. They will think us mad, of course.
I hear them whispering about me. I must leave before it is too late. I shall travel to the tomb. The Tomb that Waits. They must not be able to recover the Ibbich, my little scholar. No, not yet. Those Destined in White to Vanquish must find us.
They must find the Ibbich, for they are our only hope – the only hope in the world. Then I will hide it. We will hide it. And they shall never find it. For it is my destiny to die. But they will take me there. I know it already.
I go now to the tomb that was discovered uncovered I go now to be with her. There I shall await Those That Come in White. The map must be enough.