The small group of people is wanderers. They have always been wanderers, always been on the move, never truly belonging anywhere. There is a mystery, a mystery of their lives. It's close, now, so close they can touch it, smell it, in the sands of Sahara, in the Valley of Kings, Egypt, along the ancient Silk Road through Asian cities, mountains and deserts. There is a Valley of Kings, somewhere, beyond the rim of the world, hidden...