The New Life Of Charm

Chapter 1

The Beginning

I come from a family of the oldest order and wealth. Lets just say I have a bloodline of both pharaohs and all Egyptians god and goddesses.

I' m not joking! I really am! You can ask my mom, Zia Rashid, in the past the first magician to host my father Ra, the God of day. Who travels in the twelve houses of night. And in the present, the president of the United States of America. She couldn't stay anywhere else but New York City. Why you ask. To be honest I am not so sure myself. So she works in an office close to where I live.

She is very pretty, she has long black hair and deep dark black eyes, her skin is so pale you'll think that she is about to faint. They say that I have her beautiful face and silk like hair, but they also say that I have my father's skin and skill with combat.

My father Ra, yes the same Egyptian God Ra, I can't say much about him, only that he is the president of a game company. And that I only saw him twice when I was five and six when I was first presented with my own wand and staff.

But today is the day I become a goddess .A goddess of what is now my question.

Hi, my name is Charm Rashid.

I am fifteen years old and about to receive a new name and power.

I don't know what goddess I would like to be, it's so cool and amazing. Well except to be the dwarf god.

[No offence to you uncle Bes]

My average day is going to the First Nome of Egypt to practice my fire magic and some basic spells here and there. Sometimes I play the guitar when I and bored and there is nothing else to do. And I play pretty good if I do say so myself.

But for now I am staying at the forth house of night, or the house of rest if you would like to call it. Until my dad comes and takes me to his thrown room. Right now my uncle Bes is babysitting me.

[Sorry ok]

Like literary babysat! A baby is on me and Uncle Bes is sitting on the both of us while wearing his stupid "Dwarf Pride" speedos. I feel sorry for the baby though since it gets to be traumatized at an early age. And so is my Aunt Twarwet but at least I don't have her butt in my face.

Despite that they are both ugly and scary looking, [wait for it], they are pretty sweet and kind.

After the last few moments of torture by the sight of uncle Bes's speedos and the baby kicking me in the gut like crazy (luckily it did not hurt much). My fathers ship had finally arrived. While Bes got off I hurried to my feet and ran to the docks.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Charm and the poor traumatized baby. My the spirits of Egypt guide us and see you all next time.