Me: Okay, I swear this idea struck me like lighting. Stupid plot bunnies! Anyways, Cleoparta, and Azeneth aren't mine. They belong to the wonderful white petal who was awesome to let me borrow them. Tenionia is mine though. Happy reading!


The palace was silent as night fell over the Egyptian city. Queen Cleopatra stood on the balcony of the throne room, watching the city as lights of candles inside the homes glowed as shadows fell. It had been over a month since the last Pharaoh and his servants died in battle. Seeing her chance, Cleopatra stepped in and assumed the throne since there was no heir. Or so she thought.

"Queen Cleopatra..." The woman turned to see another woman with long black hair standing a few steps away from her. The woman was dressed like royalty in pure white linen and golden jewelry that glinted in the fading light. Cleopatra recognized the Eye of Horus on her forehead.

"Who are you?"

"You know very well who I am." She replied evenly. Cleopatra frowned. Black hair and dark eyes. Dark purple eyes.

"Princess Tenionia." Tenionia smirked.

"So you do remember me." Cleopatra only met the foreign princess once and when she did, she took an immediate dislike to her. She despised that she was so close to the Former Pharaoh and his son. She also didn't believe that Tenionia's powers were real.

"You're supposed to be dead." Tenionia chuckled.

"Funny, because the last few times I should have died, but I didn't." The other princess glared at the queen. Cleopatra felt unnerved by the dark gaze of the girl.

"You are not worthy of that crown on your brow. The only reason why you were able to take the throne was because there was no heir. Besides, Atem never really liked you." That last statement sparkled her anger.

"If you haven't noticed, your pharaoh and friends are dead. I'm the queen and if you don't like it, you have to deal with it." Tenionia hummed.

"Another thing is you are intruding on my home. You may have been welcome here when Pharaoh Atem was alive, but that's no longer the case." Tenionia smirked.

"You may not like me, but I can see something else in your eyes."

"And what's that?" Tenionia's smirk broadened.

"Fear. You fear me because you have heard tales of my powers." Cleopatra snorted.

"Please, your so called powers are only smoke and mirrors. There's nothing mystical about it." Tenionia lifted an eyebrow.

"Hmm, You could not be more wrong, Cleopatra..." Tenionia closed her eyes and when she opened them again, they were sheering white and glowing. The queen felt cold fear churn in her stomach as she stared into the glowing eyes of the princess.

"Just wait, Cleopatra. Soon, you will lose your crown and your throne, and be left to die in the dirt. Then the people will see your true nature, I swear by Isis, it will happen. So long." White wings spouted from her back and Tenionia left the palace, her light streaking the night sky as she flew to the dessert beyond the city. Cleopatra scoffed; Tenionia's echoing in her mind. She looked the way the princess disappeared and smirked.

"I'd like to see you try, Princess."


Tenionia landed on the cliff that overlooked the city and she glanced back over her shoulder. She sighed. She missed Atem and her friends. The princess looked up at the stars as they began to glitter in the ebony sky. She smiled lightly as the thoughts of the nights when she and Atem stood on the balcony of the palace and watched the stars. Her smile turned to a determined frown.

"I promise you all that I will make it right. Cleopatra will regret the day she thought to toy with me." Tenionia whistled and her faithful black stallion, Abyss trotted up. She smiled as she petted the animal's snort.

"At least, you are still with me." She softly said and Abyss nickered in reply. Tenionia mounted and rode away from the city.


Azeneth sighed as she pulled her costume on to her slender body. The young girl blew a piece of golden hair out of her face as she placed a gold crown on her head. Azeneth was a very pretty fourteen year old girl.

"Come on Azeneth!" A voice called.

"Coming!" Azeneth stood as dashed out, ready to perform. What she didn't know was her life was about to change.


Tenionia rode Abyss though the bustling village. Some passing back spotted her and stepped out of the way to allow her through. She was royalty after all. Tenionia sighed to herself.

'I may have royal blood, but I have no kingdom to rule.' She thought bitterly. She dismounted and walked Abyss. Shopkeepers called out to buy their goods, but Tenionia didn't even give them a second glance as she walked by. She had heard the stories of a girl that looked like her dear friend was in this town.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present our next lovely act!" Tenionia walked up to see a man dressed in loud colors and bells. She instantly knew that he was a gypsy. He laughed as he throw a smoke bomb at his feet and a girl who looked fourteen was in his place. She began to dance, letting her crimson dress flare and move as she lost herself in the music. Tenionia smirked. She had to admit that she was talented. Her hair was straight and black while her bangs were golden blonde and curly. Her eyes were azure blue and her skin was tanned. Tenionia smirked. She had found Atem's child.


Azeneth danced to her heart's contentment. When she danced, she allowed her mind free and she felt like it was the closest thing to escaping her dull life. That was when she noticed the woman with the black stallion. The woman was very beautiful and lean. Her skin was tanned and her hair was the darkest shade of black Azeneth had ever seen. What interested Azeneth the most was the woman's eyes. They were a dark deep purple and seemed to hold knowledge beyond her years. The woman was clad in fine white linen and golden jewelry that glinted in Ra's light. Soon the music stopped and applause filled the air. Azeneth bowed and the woman smirked. Azeneth left the stage and felt the woman's eyes following her.