CHAPTER TWO
Shiara awoke in a room of silks. She rose to her elbows and looked around the room. It was beautiful but the guilt in her heart turned her cold against the beauty as she hastily climbed to her feet and searched for her clothes.
"What the hell!" she yelled.
All of a sudden, young girls came to her room. Many children adorned in velvet and silver. Their hair piled high upon their heads.
"Miss?" one said with long silver hair. Her name was Livah and she was only 14 years old and stood at 5'2. Her blue eyes tried to comfort the distraught Shiara, but she did not succeed.
"Where are my clothes?"
"They are being washed miss. We have a dress for you to wear." another said with long purple curly hair. Her name was Armanda and she was only 15 years old and stood at 5'0. Her green eyes glared and shadowed to the newcomwer.
"I want my clothes, thank you. Now go get them as fast you can."
The girls looked to one another in fear.
"What!" Shiara yelled.
"We have strict instructions miss. We cannot get your clothes, we are sorry." they said and left the room in a hurry.
Shiara screamed in frustration. She walked about the room trying out the doors, only to find them locked.
"Why am I locked in for!" she yelled and banged on the door.
She fell to the cold marble floor and cried into her hands. She was scared and alone and wanted to die. She pounded the marble floor with her fists as a voice above her called out her name. "Shiara."
She looked up to find no one in the room.
"Shiara."
"What?" she blurted out.
"You need to learn our ways. You possess a great power that we shall find divine to our land. You shall become princess if you stay and learn."
"Princess? Me?"
"Yes. You are Cleopatra, great goddess of Egypt."
"But the pharaohs rule Egypt, I could not."
"But you did at one time as a man. You can save us."
"But how?" she asked and looked down to her dress which was made out of fine silk in the colors of gold and purples.
"Learn who you really are. Learn how you ruled and who you were. Become Cleopatra once again."
The room rose with a bright white light and Shiara put her hand in front of her eyes to protect her sight. And as sudden as the light came, it was gone and Shiara as well.
The sky flew in great colors as Shiara was thrown back into a time of ancient civilization. The desert air pressed upon her body as she rose to her feet from falling. She looked about her and saw that she was in Egypt. The pyramids of Giza rose in front of her and she wondered and feared in what was going on. The sands were rough upon her feet, the heat rubbed upon her skin. The wind blew lightly and steadily through her hair.
The oddest thing was that the pyramids were being built and thousands of men pulled large stones up ramps to their destination. She stood there in awe and shock at the sight she was seeing.
The light came again and she was in Alexandria. Shiara looked about the city in awe as people busily went through their daily lives. The sounds of the busy streets were suddenly hushed as they saw her appear. They all bowed to her and she nodded. She was taken back by her gesture and realized that she was no longer in the dress she was in, but in a beautiful white chiffon of silk. She wore gold armbands and gold necklaces and rings upon her person. Her hair was now long and jet black and styled high in braids. Her eyes were now brown and her skin a tannish color and she stood at 5'3. She was now Cleopatra and seventeen.
The year was 51 BC and the world was different then the one she left. The roads were covered with sand and people begged in the streets. Carts were full of animals and jewelry and the people were poor. Guards in black and gold armor were all around her as she passed by in this busy street. People bowed and murmured all around her as she made her way to the Temple of Isis on Pharos, her home.
At the end of the one street a covered box and 6 gold armored men waited for her. She sat upon the bed and they lifted it to their shoulders and carried the Queen Philopator and Pharaoh home.
At the Temple young girls and boys gathered at the stairs to receive her. She left the bed and followed the children into the temple to be yet again received by her husband and twelve year old brother Ptolemy XIII. His 4'3 structure dwarfed by his sister and wife's persona. His long brown hair and brown eyes matching hers in every way.
"Did you enjoy your walk Cleo?" he asked as they walked into the courtyard and sat upon hot marble stools.
"It is beautiful out there my love. The streets are ever so busy. Why am I always stuck here?" she asked.
"We rule Alexandria sister dearest. We rule them out there."
Cleopatra shook her head and left her brother in the courtyard and walked into the temple and to her room. The room was sparse of furniture, just adorning a gold bed and chair. There she sat on her bed and closed her eyes. She knew that fate would change this city to a better and more profitable world. She just had to rule it herself.
The light came again and Shiara was lifted further along time and now it was 48 BC and Julius Caesar left Rome for Alexandria. It was Cleopatra's wish to seduce the young man and presented him with a gift, an oriental rug with her wrapped inside.
At the age of 22, Cleo was young and seductive. She cared of nothing less then herself and wanted Caesar's support to alienate her brother and husband Ptolemy XIII.
She seduced the man into bringing Roman reinforcements to the city of Alexandria. It feared and surprised Cleopatra, but her deceiving would not stop there. Soon she would destroy all that was left of her marriage. But as the battles raged her brother and husband was defeated and killed.
Again Shiara was lifted and sent one last time to a time in Cleopatra's life. It was 30 BC and Octavian entered Alexandria. He captured the 39 year old Cleopatra and took her with him.
Shiara felt the fear and knew that her life was going to end. She closed her eyes and prayed to the gods above and an answer came to her. She would take her life. She pulled out a knife that was concealed on her person and plunged it into her heart. She fell to the floor and gasped for air.
Shiara was thrown back to Atlanticka and screamed. Her screams were heard by many and they came rushing to her.
"What is wrong miss?" a girl asked and knelt beside her. Her name was Tivanea, princess of Rome. She was barely 19 years old and at 5'2. Her long brown hair and hazel eyes constrasted with her petite structure as she smiled and helped Shiara.
"Nothing." she said and closed her eyes and cried.
Everyone around her feared that something was wrong, when the girl's long brown hair started to darken and curl. The young girls stepped back in fear as they realized that a Queen was about to be re-borned.
"What is happening?" someone asked and others shook their head.
"Cleopatra is back from the dead." Another said and Shiara opened her eyes. She was indeed back and stronger then she was. She smiled wickedly to the people around her.
"Bow to me peasants!" she spatted and they all fell to their knees as she got to her feet. She walked around them and snarled, "You are mine now. Atlanticka will die and Alexandria will be re-borned. You go against me and die." she said and walked out of the room in garments of silk and velvet.
The sky was black and no light was seen. Cleopatra smiled and walked upon the land. She knew the girl named Shiara was deep inside of her, but the girl wanted naught of this world and Cleo was impressed by her hunger in hatred.
"Soon we shall have our world child. Soon you will be free to come back and rule with me." she said as people hid away from the queen and pharaoh.
A red light was cast into the sky by the hands of Cleopatra. She summoned forth her followers and guides. Soon Alexandria would live again on this enchanted land and soon she would have her life back and under rule so many years ago.
But that life would not know of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. Nikko knew this day was coming and left the land to return to Earth in search of people that would end Cleopatra's rule in Atlanticka. But would they be strong enough and willing enough to risk their lives? Would they remember who they were in the past?
And so Nikko flew about in the air, looking for those people, only to find a seldom few had lived. The ones that had the great power were barely children and he wondered if Atlanticka would survive the rule of Cleopatra for a while longer.
~*~*~*~
Back in Atlanticka the sun rose to a terrified city. All peasants were escorted to mid-court when there were executed. Men, women and children alike and peasants were killed in plain sight. Others gasped and gaped in terror as their paradise land turned to an unimaginable Hell. Children cried and whimpered as bodies were laid upon one another, the stench wafting in the air. The ground was muddy and covered in blood as screams rang out in the afternoon sun.
Cleopatra stood above the crowd in a gold plated chair fit for a queen. Her black hair was piled high on her head and pulled in braids and clips. Her red and gold gown fluttered in the breeze as she motioned with her hand to kill more people. People begged and cried for mercy, but those words fell on deaf ears.
Cleo was determined to restore her ruined city in a land of happiness and love. Her loyal subjects knew who they truly were. And it was a girl by the name of Lilly that would forever be the daughter she never had. But it was a noise abroad, past the city that alerted the queen and she demanded that her soldiers see what was amiss. They ran to the gates and prepared to fight, but stopped in their tracks as a loud booming voice rang over the world. Cleo cried in happiness and stood to her feet, there coming in on a big black stallion was her beloved Julius Caesar and their son Caesarion.
Julius' hair was short and brown and adorned with thorns, his brown eyes scanned the city as their son Caesarion rode alongside him Julius was 30 years old, his 6'1 towered over his beloved as he smiled to her. Their son Caesarion on the other hand stood at 5'10 and his short dark brown hair fluttered in the wind as his hazel eyes glowed with happiness at the sight of his mother. At 19, he was her pride and joy.
"My loves!" she cried and ran to meet them at the bottom step. They hugged and kissed and turned to the people as they looked on in weary to the new arrivals. "To your knees and bow to Caesar my love and our son Caesarion!" she cried.
People staggered to their knees and cried. A new day was here and trouble was brewing. The smells of the courtyard rotted by the corpses of their beloved people.
"Pray mercy on us queen!" a woman cried as she clutched a baby in her arms. The child and the woman were covered in filth and Cleo demanded the guards to take the child. "The child is mine you ragged thing. Be gone from here or die!" she roared as her beloved looked on in defiant pride.
The woman cried and lashed at the guard as he took the baby away from her. She tried to save the child but was forced to her knees and cried in fear as a guard brought a sword to the air and in one tough motion, sliced her head from her body. The blood spurted and splattered to the ground as her head rolled over and landed in the bloody mud with a thud.
Now the people knew who they were dealing with and with that, turned away from the courtyard and made ways to their home. Soon their deaths would be done. As for Cleo she smiled and took the child to Caesarion who then took her into the palace, leaving his mother and father on the stairs to talk.
"What do you think of this new land, my love?" she asked as she tenderly stoked his tanned rough skin.
"The land is beautiful but not as beautiful as you my love. You are the sands on the beach, the clouds in the sky and the heart of a world. You are my queen, my lover, my life." he said and kissed her softly on the lips.
She kissed him deeply and stroked her hands up and down his arms. He pulled back and smiled, "Soon my love. But first we have laws to make and people to kill."
She smiled naughtily as she showed her pearly white teeth and took his hand as he led her into the palace.
Caesar dismissed the guards and led her to the meeting room. The room was large and airy and the white silk curtains fluttered in the spring like air. In the middle of the room was a wooden table and two golden chairs. They sat amongst the silks of the ceiling and planned laws for their new people.
Shiara awoke in a room of silks. She rose to her elbows and looked around the room. It was beautiful but the guilt in her heart turned her cold against the beauty as she hastily climbed to her feet and searched for her clothes.
"What the hell!" she yelled.
All of a sudden, young girls came to her room. Many children adorned in velvet and silver. Their hair piled high upon their heads.
"Miss?" one said with long silver hair. Her name was Livah and she was only 14 years old and stood at 5'2. Her blue eyes tried to comfort the distraught Shiara, but she did not succeed.
"Where are my clothes?"
"They are being washed miss. We have a dress for you to wear." another said with long purple curly hair. Her name was Armanda and she was only 15 years old and stood at 5'0. Her green eyes glared and shadowed to the newcomwer.
"I want my clothes, thank you. Now go get them as fast you can."
The girls looked to one another in fear.
"What!" Shiara yelled.
"We have strict instructions miss. We cannot get your clothes, we are sorry." they said and left the room in a hurry.
Shiara screamed in frustration. She walked about the room trying out the doors, only to find them locked.
"Why am I locked in for!" she yelled and banged on the door.
She fell to the cold marble floor and cried into her hands. She was scared and alone and wanted to die. She pounded the marble floor with her fists as a voice above her called out her name. "Shiara."
She looked up to find no one in the room.
"Shiara."
"What?" she blurted out.
"You need to learn our ways. You possess a great power that we shall find divine to our land. You shall become princess if you stay and learn."
"Princess? Me?"
"Yes. You are Cleopatra, great goddess of Egypt."
"But the pharaohs rule Egypt, I could not."
"But you did at one time as a man. You can save us."
"But how?" she asked and looked down to her dress which was made out of fine silk in the colors of gold and purples.
"Learn who you really are. Learn how you ruled and who you were. Become Cleopatra once again."
The room rose with a bright white light and Shiara put her hand in front of her eyes to protect her sight. And as sudden as the light came, it was gone and Shiara as well.
The sky flew in great colors as Shiara was thrown back into a time of ancient civilization. The desert air pressed upon her body as she rose to her feet from falling. She looked about her and saw that she was in Egypt. The pyramids of Giza rose in front of her and she wondered and feared in what was going on. The sands were rough upon her feet, the heat rubbed upon her skin. The wind blew lightly and steadily through her hair.
The oddest thing was that the pyramids were being built and thousands of men pulled large stones up ramps to their destination. She stood there in awe and shock at the sight she was seeing.
The light came again and she was in Alexandria. Shiara looked about the city in awe as people busily went through their daily lives. The sounds of the busy streets were suddenly hushed as they saw her appear. They all bowed to her and she nodded. She was taken back by her gesture and realized that she was no longer in the dress she was in, but in a beautiful white chiffon of silk. She wore gold armbands and gold necklaces and rings upon her person. Her hair was now long and jet black and styled high in braids. Her eyes were now brown and her skin a tannish color and she stood at 5'3. She was now Cleopatra and seventeen.
The year was 51 BC and the world was different then the one she left. The roads were covered with sand and people begged in the streets. Carts were full of animals and jewelry and the people were poor. Guards in black and gold armor were all around her as she passed by in this busy street. People bowed and murmured all around her as she made her way to the Temple of Isis on Pharos, her home.
At the end of the one street a covered box and 6 gold armored men waited for her. She sat upon the bed and they lifted it to their shoulders and carried the Queen Philopator and Pharaoh home.
At the Temple young girls and boys gathered at the stairs to receive her. She left the bed and followed the children into the temple to be yet again received by her husband and twelve year old brother Ptolemy XIII. His 4'3 structure dwarfed by his sister and wife's persona. His long brown hair and brown eyes matching hers in every way.
"Did you enjoy your walk Cleo?" he asked as they walked into the courtyard and sat upon hot marble stools.
"It is beautiful out there my love. The streets are ever so busy. Why am I always stuck here?" she asked.
"We rule Alexandria sister dearest. We rule them out there."
Cleopatra shook her head and left her brother in the courtyard and walked into the temple and to her room. The room was sparse of furniture, just adorning a gold bed and chair. There she sat on her bed and closed her eyes. She knew that fate would change this city to a better and more profitable world. She just had to rule it herself.
The light came again and Shiara was lifted further along time and now it was 48 BC and Julius Caesar left Rome for Alexandria. It was Cleopatra's wish to seduce the young man and presented him with a gift, an oriental rug with her wrapped inside.
At the age of 22, Cleo was young and seductive. She cared of nothing less then herself and wanted Caesar's support to alienate her brother and husband Ptolemy XIII.
She seduced the man into bringing Roman reinforcements to the city of Alexandria. It feared and surprised Cleopatra, but her deceiving would not stop there. Soon she would destroy all that was left of her marriage. But as the battles raged her brother and husband was defeated and killed.
Again Shiara was lifted and sent one last time to a time in Cleopatra's life. It was 30 BC and Octavian entered Alexandria. He captured the 39 year old Cleopatra and took her with him.
Shiara felt the fear and knew that her life was going to end. She closed her eyes and prayed to the gods above and an answer came to her. She would take her life. She pulled out a knife that was concealed on her person and plunged it into her heart. She fell to the floor and gasped for air.
Shiara was thrown back to Atlanticka and screamed. Her screams were heard by many and they came rushing to her.
"What is wrong miss?" a girl asked and knelt beside her. Her name was Tivanea, princess of Rome. She was barely 19 years old and at 5'2. Her long brown hair and hazel eyes constrasted with her petite structure as she smiled and helped Shiara.
"Nothing." she said and closed her eyes and cried.
Everyone around her feared that something was wrong, when the girl's long brown hair started to darken and curl. The young girls stepped back in fear as they realized that a Queen was about to be re-borned.
"What is happening?" someone asked and others shook their head.
"Cleopatra is back from the dead." Another said and Shiara opened her eyes. She was indeed back and stronger then she was. She smiled wickedly to the people around her.
"Bow to me peasants!" she spatted and they all fell to their knees as she got to her feet. She walked around them and snarled, "You are mine now. Atlanticka will die and Alexandria will be re-borned. You go against me and die." she said and walked out of the room in garments of silk and velvet.
The sky was black and no light was seen. Cleopatra smiled and walked upon the land. She knew the girl named Shiara was deep inside of her, but the girl wanted naught of this world and Cleo was impressed by her hunger in hatred.
"Soon we shall have our world child. Soon you will be free to come back and rule with me." she said as people hid away from the queen and pharaoh.
A red light was cast into the sky by the hands of Cleopatra. She summoned forth her followers and guides. Soon Alexandria would live again on this enchanted land and soon she would have her life back and under rule so many years ago.
But that life would not know of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. Nikko knew this day was coming and left the land to return to Earth in search of people that would end Cleopatra's rule in Atlanticka. But would they be strong enough and willing enough to risk their lives? Would they remember who they were in the past?
And so Nikko flew about in the air, looking for those people, only to find a seldom few had lived. The ones that had the great power were barely children and he wondered if Atlanticka would survive the rule of Cleopatra for a while longer.
~*~*~*~
Back in Atlanticka the sun rose to a terrified city. All peasants were escorted to mid-court when there were executed. Men, women and children alike and peasants were killed in plain sight. Others gasped and gaped in terror as their paradise land turned to an unimaginable Hell. Children cried and whimpered as bodies were laid upon one another, the stench wafting in the air. The ground was muddy and covered in blood as screams rang out in the afternoon sun.
Cleopatra stood above the crowd in a gold plated chair fit for a queen. Her black hair was piled high on her head and pulled in braids and clips. Her red and gold gown fluttered in the breeze as she motioned with her hand to kill more people. People begged and cried for mercy, but those words fell on deaf ears.
Cleo was determined to restore her ruined city in a land of happiness and love. Her loyal subjects knew who they truly were. And it was a girl by the name of Lilly that would forever be the daughter she never had. But it was a noise abroad, past the city that alerted the queen and she demanded that her soldiers see what was amiss. They ran to the gates and prepared to fight, but stopped in their tracks as a loud booming voice rang over the world. Cleo cried in happiness and stood to her feet, there coming in on a big black stallion was her beloved Julius Caesar and their son Caesarion.
Julius' hair was short and brown and adorned with thorns, his brown eyes scanned the city as their son Caesarion rode alongside him Julius was 30 years old, his 6'1 towered over his beloved as he smiled to her. Their son Caesarion on the other hand stood at 5'10 and his short dark brown hair fluttered in the wind as his hazel eyes glowed with happiness at the sight of his mother. At 19, he was her pride and joy.
"My loves!" she cried and ran to meet them at the bottom step. They hugged and kissed and turned to the people as they looked on in weary to the new arrivals. "To your knees and bow to Caesar my love and our son Caesarion!" she cried.
People staggered to their knees and cried. A new day was here and trouble was brewing. The smells of the courtyard rotted by the corpses of their beloved people.
"Pray mercy on us queen!" a woman cried as she clutched a baby in her arms. The child and the woman were covered in filth and Cleo demanded the guards to take the child. "The child is mine you ragged thing. Be gone from here or die!" she roared as her beloved looked on in defiant pride.
The woman cried and lashed at the guard as he took the baby away from her. She tried to save the child but was forced to her knees and cried in fear as a guard brought a sword to the air and in one tough motion, sliced her head from her body. The blood spurted and splattered to the ground as her head rolled over and landed in the bloody mud with a thud.
Now the people knew who they were dealing with and with that, turned away from the courtyard and made ways to their home. Soon their deaths would be done. As for Cleo she smiled and took the child to Caesarion who then took her into the palace, leaving his mother and father on the stairs to talk.
"What do you think of this new land, my love?" she asked as she tenderly stoked his tanned rough skin.
"The land is beautiful but not as beautiful as you my love. You are the sands on the beach, the clouds in the sky and the heart of a world. You are my queen, my lover, my life." he said and kissed her softly on the lips.
She kissed him deeply and stroked her hands up and down his arms. He pulled back and smiled, "Soon my love. But first we have laws to make and people to kill."
She smiled naughtily as she showed her pearly white teeth and took his hand as he led her into the palace.
Caesar dismissed the guards and led her to the meeting room. The room was large and airy and the white silk curtains fluttered in the spring like air. In the middle of the room was a wooden table and two golden chairs. They sat amongst the silks of the ceiling and planned laws for their new people.