Jared Padalecki and the Faith of the Feathered Serpent (Prologue)
One was handsome and talented and brilliant beyond comparison. He could read more than two dozen languages by the time they met and never stopped learning new ones. He was a master of lore and had a knowledge of customs that rivaled the natives. He had a love of Egypt and a love for the Egyptian Mummy, though that’s a tale you might have heard already.
The other was cocky and brash. He could blend into the environment and leave nothing of himself behind. He was beautiful and street smart with a way of charming that seemed to come with the ease of breathing. He was a leader, a general of men, and a planner of battles. He loved adventure and never settled for long in the same place. There was only one thing he enjoyed more than solving a mystery and that was having someone to solve it with; a companion on the trail, the brain to his brawn, the knowledge to his instinct.
It’s easy to say that together they found a love that was beyond anything a mortal could dream of, but they were, neither of them, ordinary men. Their love kept them both grounded, one from visions of places far away and adventures waiting to be found, and the other of a dark, cold past of oppressive halls and devotion without return.
Together they were more than they could hope to be alone. But legend, as one liked to tell the other, grew with the telling. Every person puts their own translation to a story, every person puts their stamp, and so it’s passed on from generation to generation, making the most harmless of stories dangerous, the darkest of gods benign, the most generous of gods evil.
This story is no different. This is the story of a young Egyptologist and his brash adventurer, of how they came to find themselves in a country neither had ever known, and how they came to fight in a new world against the gods of old.
This is the story of Jared Padalecki and the Faith of the Feathered Serpent.
