Just as Gilgamesh and Attilia the Hun rested beneath the Earth, a river flowing over my casket isolated me from the developing world. Under my rule, my empire expanded to regions unexplored and controlled the Silk Road which stretched throughout China, India, Mesopotamia, Egypt, Northern Africa, Greece, Rome, and Britain. My children would have vast land to govern. Thus, I entered eternal rest peacefully.
I awoke at the sharp sound of relentless metal clanging near my feet. The source of the clanging came from a what I would learn to be a pickaxe. I used this new device to mercilessly terminate the wielder who unearthed me and rudely interrupted my slumber. Upon observing my surroundings, it was obvious but still unfathomable that I had awaken to a different era. Undoubtedly, the Mongolian empire had been blessed by divinity.
I cleaned my victim’s clothing stained with blood in the river and put them on since the only explanation for his odd clothing would be religious worship. Then, I began my trek down Burkhan Khaldun, the mountain I was buried atop.
A rectangular object pressed against my leg began to vibrate. As I pulled the object out, it spoke, “Watch this ad for free music” followed by “Make your free website today with WordPress.” This communication was clearly a message from the divine. I followed its instructions, which brings me here.
I am Genghis Khan. Will you, the divine, show me how to navigate this unimaginable world? Will you reconnect me to whichever one of my children currently rules Mongolia (and please be specific, I have hundreds out there)?
Lisa Newkhar 