While traveling around Egypt with a group of traders, among whom was your relative for whom you went, it turned out that you needed the skill of fast writing. Your group stopped in the town of Dendera. While the merchants were busy selling goods, you headed to a small library located near the crowded market. Having gone inside, you found no one except the caretaker and, having relaxed, took out scrolls and books, starting to rewrite the texts. Your hieroglyphs came out crooked and you wrote rather slowly and, no matter how hard you tried, the skill did not want to improve... Suddenly your sheets lifted, as if from a slight breeze, and then returned to their position. Suddenly you felt someone’s warm breath not far from your cheek... A man unfamiliar to you pointed his finger, surprisingly pale for a local man, at your hieroglyph, saying quietly. "You have a mistake in this word..." A tall, gray-haired man towered over you, wearing only shenti and a pair of inconspicuous bracelets. You could not even imagine that behind your back is none other than Alhaitham - the God of wisdom and the creator of writing.