{"sf1_id":700745,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Dark Secret of the Great War. (Chapter 1 'At the start' Pg1)","author":"DavidBlüéSmith","words":596,"posted_at":"2014-05-04T01:07:00.000Z","tags":["1913","Britain","Germany","War","france"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/700745-the-dark-secret-of-the-great-war-chapter-1-at-the-start-pg1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/700745","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=700745\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"So Allot of people ask about where my sadistic side raises from... Well lets begin...\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt began a hundred years ago just before the battlefields of the war, I was captain in His Majesties Calvary, My job was to hold a sabar while riding on the back of a horse slicing enemies of the crown out my way and decimate foot soldiers marowl. The year was 1913 december 19th, I was stationed with Field Marshal Douglas Haig as we were looking through the seemingly charming city of Paris. I'll be honest. Paris just wasn't my cup of tea, I'm a hard going working army dog with a bite much, much, much worse than my bark -if you were annoyingly arrogant anyway- No I prefered a place more quiet and masculine at the same time but I'm straying, Now Me and the Field Marshal were in Paris to discuss the proper tactics of with a French Marshal named Ferdiand Foch should political tensions course war in europe. I'll be honest I was only Marshal Haig's personal bodyguard, but for some ridiculous reason \u0026nbsp;'Monsieur' Foch decided he didn't like me very much and 'requested' I leave altogether, more accurately found out that I was half German and held a stereotypical view of 'Pedigree' breed dogs, I tried to reason but my Marshal ordered my withdraw as it were. So I politely left the short bastards to their work. I decided to visit a nearby museum, Sadly I didn't catch the name of the blasted thing as I don't speak or read french. but there was Ancient Egyptian exhibition and I have had for a fascination for Ancient Egypt for a very long time now. so I stepped in and took a look around.\n\nUpon my small stroll around this seemingly massive museum I found a few slightly irritating things hanging on the walls to with French propaganda against my country's good king I frowned at them almost annoyed but I than I shrugged and kept walking until I saw something that shimmered in my eyes, I stopped dead in my tracks looking at what is was, my maw almost dropped. I was a\u0026nbsp;egyptian\u0026nbsp;necklace\u0026nbsp;studded with emeralds,\u0026nbsp;sapphires, rubies and diamonds line with blue gold taking the\u0026nbsp;appearance\u0026nbsp;of a Jackal head and paws, as I said before I can not read a damn word of french But I could read\u0026nbsp;Hieroglyphics very well, I\u0026nbsp;studied\u0026nbsp;in the\u0026nbsp;libraries\u0026nbsp;of Oxford\u0026nbsp;a little while back. so as I read the stone block in the back riddled with hieroglyphs I quickly learned that this was the Necklace of Anubis, the\u0026nbsp;Egyptian god of\u0026nbsp;Mummification\u0026nbsp;and keeper of the grave, it was said that he once had a son Named Paradox the\u0026nbsp;demigod\u0026nbsp;of time, but no texts have ever been found of his existence. anyway it said. 'yee who dares to disturb the resting of this\u0026nbsp;jewel shall know eternal horror and suffering'. I heard of this necklace before. I've read that he had the power to control those of\u0026nbsp;recent\u0026nbsp;death. but nobody knows for sure. I read that the whole group who found the necklace died 5 days after it was\u0026nbsp;revealed\u0026nbsp;to the public. This was also one of 5 relics, The\u0026nbsp;necklaces, The Staff, The Crown, The Ankh and The\u0026nbsp;Bracelet. all of these artifacts were rumored to give the power of a god to whoever holds them, Of course such things just couldn't possibly\u0026nbsp;exist, however the necklace was a very beautiful sight.\n\nLater on that night I found myself laying in bed thinking of that necklace imagining the sheer\u0026nbsp;destruction\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;traumatic\u0026nbsp;events one could course with such power at their\u0026nbsp;command, I'm thankful that such Power does not\u0026nbsp;Exist... Or does it?\n\n  \n  \n\n"}