Let me just say that the story I am about to tell is nowhere close to real, and is only a enigma of my imagination. Since this isn't really a fan fiction of anything, I am labeling it after the Prince of Egypt, because after watching I was inspired by what the woman did in Egypt. Plus I don't know two shits about Egypt. This is not religious in any way, although I do mention some Egyptian gods.
"Nakhti, wait!" called his wife behind him. In worry, he ran back to her.
"Hapshepsut! What is it, my love", he said.
"You forgot to read your omen", she said. She grabbed his hand and dragged him back into the palace. The auspice waited patiently in the palace.
"What are you worried about? Isn't your life already perfect?" asked Nakhti, the Grand Chancellor of the Pharaoh. She gave him a smile.
"Last time the auspice was here, she said there was good new to be waiting, and to wait a while. This is the last day she will be staying in Cairo, and I wanted mine- ours read". The Chancellor rolled his eyes. He knew what Hapshepsut wanted to hear, but he was worried that she might get let down. She dragged him into the hall, where the auspice was waiting. The room smelled of incense. The auspice was waiting; she sat on the floor , her eyes closed. Hapshepsut sat down, and Nakhti sat next to her. Her eyes glowed with anticipation.
"Nakhti!" she boomed. "I see victory, in your future", she said. His wife held his hand. "And... a pair of green eyes. The bonfire sitting in the middle of them boomed, as green smoke erupted. Suddenly, the fire went out.
"What? That's it?" snapped Hapshepsut. There was a moment of silence. " Dua Netjer en ek", she said, as she left.
Nakhti found his wife later that week, helping her nieces get ready for dinner. She still had that distant look on her face.
"I am wondering what you wanting to hear from the auspice", he said slowly, as Hapshepsut braided Kiya's hair.
"I was hoping for a miracle", she said.
"What miracle?" asked Nakhti. Seeing that what they were talking about was private, Kiya let them alone.
"I want another child", she said.
"Another? What are you talking about? We already have six sons!" She looked at him dumb founded.
"I want a set", she said. He looked at her. "You know what, never mind. You're right. I have six blessed, healthy sons, I shouldn't ask for more".
Maybe the auspice spoke more than nonsense. The conquer of a neighboring empire was a success, and with this many slaves, everyone in Egypt could be living Pharaohs. As he over looked the area, he sent some of his sa to loot the area; to see if anything still lived after their battle. He decided that he would come along too.
Through the rubble and waste, he swore, in the corner of his eye, he saw something move. At first he though it was a cat, because it went by so fast. As he entered one of the burnt homes, he could hear whimpering coming from the basement. He brought along a torch as he went down to examine the area. There was many things there; possible all of the homes had kept their valuables in the basement as well. He saw something move again. He got his sword ready. Underneath on the tables, he saw a small shadow. As he went do investigate, he crouched down, to see a young girl, maybe the age of three. Unlike most of the clothes they wore (he was in a once very wealthy home), she wore rages, with no shoes. She whimpered as she tried to get away from him. He pushed the sword away. She had a skinned knee, but other than that, she looked fine.
"Em hotep; I will not harm you", he said in Arabic. He held out his hand as the young girl looked up to him. She had ragged dark gold hair, with the brightest green eyes he had ever seen. So that was what the omen meant. The girl hesitated to take his hand.
"My name is Nakhti. I mean you no danger", he said again. "What is your name?"
"I have no name; I am only a servant girl", she said.
"What name would you like to be called, then?"
"Anais", she said.
"Anais, would you like to go home?"
"I have no home".
"You do now". She took his hand as he carefully helped her out under the small table. He lifted her up and carried her on his hip as she laid her head on his shoulder.