Life is really busy and biting me hard in the tush right now, but I will try to never give up on this story. Or writing in general. I have little time because I must balance work, school, friendships, a relationship and time to myself, plus other personal things. Things have me a little bit down over these past few months, but instead of moping about any longer than I already have in my spare time, I figure I should do something productive. Why not take another swing at my beloved Change is Inevitable, and try to make it a hell of a lot better? I hope you enjoy it! I am so rusty you won't believe it. This story's main genres are romance, adventure/action and humour. Angst is also common here. I like a variety and humour is also a good pick-me-up, ain't it? :)
CHANGE IS INEVITABLE
By Ataahua
PROLOGUE
An Unveiled Monster
At a steady pace, her slender fingers reached out with a calm composure that was simply not her nature. Her hand twitched twice at the knowledge of impending events that barely seemed to faze her. She'd had an unimaginable amount of years to perfect the art of concealing her emotions. Especially from herself.
With steady serenity, all but her index finger curled into the icy sensation of her palm. Too gently, the razor-like tip of her long nails sunk into a goblet beside her. Engraved into the gold goblet, along with a novel of hieroglyphics, was a sun-kissed woman with long raven hair and extended feathery wings the colour of crimson and emerald. The item didn't belong to this era or several before it. It stood alone on her elaborately carved table. The polished wooden table depicted implausibly brutal scenes dating back as far as five millennia. And every single gruesome scene included her. Worse yet, they were brought into play by her hands.
The woman chuckled darkly, it sounded like a shrill whisper in the wind, grating from the depths of her throat. Slowly, she began swirl circles in the goblet's contents of wine, which was a rich crimson red like freshly spilt blood. Then again, perhaps it wasn't wine. Flashing a cruel smirk, her finger recoiled from the warm liquid to meet her lips. Her tongue gradually savoured the metallic taste, her aqua blue eyes flashing bright red in what, to her, seemed like ecstasy.
It was only seconds later that a sudden swish met her long-awaiting ears. Her snake-like eyes snapped to her left, where they were sourly greeted by a small group of armed men. She immediately recognized the leader that stood fuming, the orange gleam of his eyes so uncontainable that his whole body exhibited the vibrant orange glow. Only ultimate fury brought forth such a lack of control on the man's part concerning that feature. And she knew what had provoked it, and it filled her with satisfaction.
"Ah. Ra, I've been expecting you." Rising from her golden throne that presumably hinted at an egotistical nature, the woman's eyes narrowed. "And I believe I know why you're here, honouring me with your magnificent presence." She grinned hotly at Ra. "That vibrant glow looks quite flattering on you, My Dear Father. Orange truly is just your colour," she finished with a sneer.
Ra's gaze burned into hers, overflowing with betrayal. "Nut has made me aware of some... disturbing details, Séshafi" he stated pointedly.
"Nut, you say?" Séshafi murmured softly, as if the identity of the one who had double-crossed her didn't faze her. But in her mind, betrayal sliced through her like a fiery dagger. "Am I correct in believing it was a dear niece of mine—one of my most treasured friends—that informed you of these rather inconceivable details I've been hearing about, concerning my actions these past few years?"
"Enough with the mockery, Séshafi!" Ra spat with disgust. "Everything is growing more and more out of your favour. I'm too inclined to believe these myths of your many sick deeds are anything but!"
Séshafi feigned surprise, quirking a brow in false disbelief. "Why, I was unaware that we were gathering evidence to prove these myths true." A sickening smirk stretched her lips as she gestured to her table. "By simply examining my favourite table your accusations are, in this case, carved in wood." The warriors standing strong behind Ra gasped in horror at Séshafi's confession, and whispers quickly broke out.
Now Ra's glow was almost blinding. "I shan't fall victim to your little antics!" he bellowed, thrashing a warning finger her way. "You will not manipulate me like some feeble puppet!"
"You've already succumbed to rage, so it seems you're already my puppet." She snickered coolly to herself as Ra only clenched his fists so tight they shook uncontrollably. "Isn't it funny how one can manipulate so many?" Séshafi tapped her finger against the surface of the goblet's contents, sending ripples across the surface. "That one little touch can cause a disturbance in so much? Can unbalance so much?" She turned to Ra with a satisfied grin. "I love it. . . I crave it." She inhaled the metallic smell of blood that lingered about her; blood that wasn't her own. "I'm obsessed with it."
"Silence!" Ra roared. At this point, his rage ran so wild it seemed to shake the atmosphere around them. "Arrest her! I will not hear another word of this twisted nonsense!"
His men immediately obeyed Ra. But surprisingly, as the warriors quickly advanced on her, Séshafi didn't resist. She didn't scream. She didn't even move. Instead, she remained as content as the stars as she allowed the men to cuff her and lead her directly to Iados, The City of Egyptian Gods.
You know the drill, people! Please review and I'll give you a virtual hug for taking a little time to do so. ;)
Note: This fic was originally posted on my old account, Rugrat247, and was at thirty nine chapters when I removed it to rewrite it and post it on this account.