Prince Jubair’s camels approached the large sphinx head. The sand blew over the guards see through cloaks that were draped in front of their eyes.

“Finally, after years…” Jubair mutters, cutting his hand open and placing it onto the hand print in the centre of the sphinx’s nose.

The Sphinx’s heads eyes opened, beginning to speak in a deep tone. “Only one may enter here — one whose worth lies far within. The diamond in the rough.” It states before closing its eyes and mouth again.