Many eons ago, far back into the mists of time; the land of Egypt was once home to a great empire ruled by a dynasty of gods, powerful beings capable of amazing feats and great power. And the greatest ruler of this empire was Ra, the sun god and the lord of all creation. Everyday; Ra would observe his kingdom and use his power in to protect the land and it's people from the forces of evil with the help of his fellow gods such as Osiris, Anubis and Thoth. But there was one god who stood out amongst the others; his name was Seth, the lord of the red sands. Where the other gods would seek knowledge, Seth would only seek power and control. As time passed, the young god's lust and hunger would grow and grow, which spiralled out of control when he finally ascended to the role as the lord of darkness in order to command a great legion of evil creatures.

Taking up arms against Seth; the armies of light were led by Horus, the son of Osiris and Seth's own nephew, who became determined in order to stop his uncle's evil reign by vanquishing him to the void of Nun, a world consumed by the primordial waters that once created the world. Aided in the battle by an army of half metal, half stone warrior statues known as the Shabti, Horus was able to defeat his uncle at the cost of losing one of his eyes. Having been found guilty of his crimes against the gods and humanity, Seth was imprisoned in a special seal and locked away. There; Seth would dwell for over a thousand years...

Many years later...

Memories... What are they? Are they illusions to help us remember... Or are they fragments of real images and events stored within us to look back upon? "Look, he's waking up!" He could hear a voice, but it was nothing more than an echo in a deep void of darkness; it was not a familiar to him and his mind began to ask questions. Why was he waking up? Had he been asleep? It did not seem that way, it felt to him like he had always been awake. It was a strange feeling. "Ok, switch on the influx generator! Turn it up to full power!" Said another voice; slowly, light began to pour into the void and images began to form. He could see people surrounding him; one of them was an older man while the other one was a much younger man.

"W... What?" Said the stranger, blinking to help make the images more clearer. "I don't believe it... He's awake!" Said the older man, smiling. The stranger lifted his arm, only to see blue armour; it was strange that this was the first thing he ever saw. "W... Who am I?" He asked, looked at the professor in curiosity, for no matter how hard he tried; he couldn't remember anything. His memories were nowhere to found, like rocks scattered across a large endless body of water. But in the place of his memories, he felt that he had a sense of duty and honour. Like it was his sole right to protect the rest of humanity; "You, my boy..." The older man said, "Are Tutankhamun... The Boy King and one of the many great pharaohs to ever walk the earth."