Chapter 1.
Alia heard female voices from the background. Her body was sore, her eyes still closed as she was slowly coming around. Her mind was blank; all she could remember being hit hard from behind and passing out. She thought she was in a hospital, so she opened her eyes. Much to her shock, she found herself in a room she had only seen in her old schoolbooks about Egyptian art. Gold-painted statues were standing on both sides of the room; a golden Ankh and several human figures -possible kings - were painted on the wall.
She never showed much interest in history, which she regretted now. If she only knew more about Egypt... She was working at a marketing agency in Copenhagen, and she was also a part-time kung fu instructor in her spare time.
An older woman approached her bed, speaking to her in a foreign language, which she understood, much to her surprise.
'You have been very ill, but Osiris has spared your life, my child.'
'Where am I?', Alia asked, in the same, ancient-sounding language, which she could now speak nearly fluently.
'You are in the temple of Osiris. My name is Bunefer, I am the Mistress of the House, supervisor of the Pharaoh's harem and household.
'I must be in a film set, or I am on candid camera', thought Alia to herself. 'Or even worse, this is a cult, a sect that kidnapped me'.
'You must take a bath, His Majesty wishes to see you, the older woman said with urge in her voice. 'You must not keep His Majesty waiting'.
'His Majesty? And who would that be?', Alia asked.
'Pharaoh Seti', son of Ra, you silly child. I will not allow you to speak of him like that!, Bunefer said angrily.
After the bath she was escorted into another building, into a room that was luxuriously decorated. A man in his fifties was sitting on a throne, dressed in golden gown, wearing a set of gold jewels.
'The Pharaoh', she thought to herself, and fell to her knees immediately, thinking it was the proper way to behave; remembering that in her home country, Denmark, people are also required to curtsey before the Queen.
'Rise', the old man said', 'and come closer' 'What is your name?'
'Alia'
'Alia, you showed a great deal of interest in killing my best men in the last battle against Assyria. However, the colour of your hair suggests that you have come from the barbarian north', he said with contempt. 'So tell me, what other war plans do they have against us, and I will let you die a merciful death.'
'Your Majesty, I think you are totally wrong...'
'Wrong?!', the Pharaoh asked with anger and surprise, as no-one has contradicted him before.
'Your Majesty, I do not remember any battle.' I live in Denmark, and I am a marketing assistant. Please let me go home, my father will miss me.
'You did not care about the fathers you killed', Seti said with fury. 'I think I can make you speak'.
A tall man entered the room. His head was shaven, his chest was bare so that she could see his tanned, muscular body.
'My High Priest Imhotep', The Pharaoh began' I ask you to do your best and get this woman to talk.
Alia was frozen. Was this 'High Priest' going to torture her to admit her 'sins' she never committed against his people?'
'Please, let me go', she begged. I don't know this place, I don't know where I am, it must be a nightmare, or I must have traveled back to the past.' I am Alia Jansen, I am from Copenhagen, Denmark.', Alia said, but no-one would listen. 'I have a map in my backpack I left behind in the temple, I can show you where it is...'
'She must have hit her head very hard, my Pharaoh', Imhotep said. After such an accident, some people would forget everything, and some of the memories come back only after months or even years.
'Do what you need to do anyways', the Pharao said.
Imhotep grabbed her by the arm, and two guards were walking behind them, making sure she does not escape.
She looked up to the sky as they walked towards a temple. On the sky there are two large planets.
'What are THOSE?', she asked fearfully. 'Our Moons, Osiris and Isis', the Priest said.
'What is this planet that we are on?!' screamed Alia. 'This is the planet Taweret.', Imhotep answered.
