A/N: Okay here it is -the end :-) I hope you like it.

Thank you for all your comments over the last seven (!) years!

Epilogue:

April 1935:

Hathor screwed up her nose as she looked around. Did it have to be here? She did not expect a palace with a golden throne, playing musicians and servants to look after her every need but maybe a nice divan on a patio with a bowl of sweet grapes and a cool breeze.

Instead she was standing in the middle of the desert. The air was so hot and dry that it was flickering in front of her. Without the softest breeze the white linen dress was clinging to her golden skin, her hair felt damp in her neck and the sand burned under her feet. It felt uncomfortable and familiar all at once.

With a deep sigh Hathor stepped towards the woman a couple of meters in front of her. She was dressed in similar clothes but unlike her Sekhmet seemed unaffected by the heat. Stepping beside her she tried to see what had captured the attention of her companion but could not see anything besides sand dunes. For a while they stood silently beside each other.

"Didn't you miss it?"

"The sand?" She asked surprised.

"The freedom!"

"Aren't you getting a bit ahead of yourself, sister?"

"Me?" Finally, Sekhmet was turning around with an arrogant smirk on her lips. "I am quite comfortable where I am."

"For the moment!" Hathor argued and looked onto the face that was her own but appeared so different with Sekhmet's mimic.

"I am in complete control."

"Like I said, for now. She is still fighting you. I can feel it."

"She is just a mortal, she does not have the power to overthrow me, regardless how much she screams at me."

"She is strong. The fact that her soul did not burn out when we took hold of her is proof of that. She might not be strong enough to overpower you, but she will be an annoying headache in your mind."

"Like you?" Again, Sekhmet smiled at her with that annoying little twist on her lips. Like she was just humouring her.

"I was a goddess for eons before you came into existence. Do not make the mistake to underestimate me!" Hathor hissed at her annoying sister. "Sooner or later my powers will increase!"

"If I remember correctly, I won the last round!"

After a few thousand years of imprisonment it was no wonder Sekhmet had the upper hand, Hathor thought sourly but kept it to herself. "What if we do not have to fight?"

"I was created to fight!"

"Mankind not yourself."

"You mean you!"

Hathor sighed. If she did not put a stop to it, they would continue like this for all eternity.

"Aren't your tired of sharing a body?"

"I am –"

"Yes, yes." Hathor interrupted her impatiently. "You are in complete control. But we are two sides of the same coin. I am always in the background and now this mortal woman is there as well. Wouldn't you rather have a body just for yourself? Where you can allow yourself to relax without fear that you will be overpowered?"

For the first time Sekhmet really looked at her. The look in her blood red eyes was suspicious but she could not hide the gleam of interest.

"If you are trying to trick me-"

"If I simply overpower you, I will be in the same situation you are in now. In control but with two other minds in the background! I am talking about getting a new body for each of us!"

"As you said we are two sides of the same coin. If it was so simple, we could have possessed different bodies in the temple."

"Even if it would work the body would still be inhabited by a mortal."

"Not every mortal is as strong as this one."

Hathor gritted his teeth. Couldn't she simply listen before she commented on everything?

"What if you get a body that was only created for you?"

The gleam in her eyes turned into open greed. "How?"

Now it was her turn to smirk. "You seem to forget that I am the goddess of love."

"So?"

By Ra, did she have to spell it out for her? "Love and fertility!"

It took a second but from the way Sekhmet turned her head slightly to the side Hathor knew that her sister finally followed her thoughts.

"That's possible?"

"The moment the new life is created you will take over and meld with the new soul. At that point it is just an unformed light that will adapt to your needs."

"My needs? What about you?"

"My time will come. I will have to be patient and wait for a second child." For a moment it looked as if Sekhmet would accuse her of tricking her, but the possibility of getting her own body was too alluring and she kept silent on that matter.

"The body will be mortal."

"No more or less than this one. Our godly spark will make it more endurable."

With an indifferent shrug Sekhmet agreed. It was the best she could hope for.

"So, I will have to bed a mortal?"

"No! The life spark that we need will have to be a gift. It cannot be forced. Only mutual love will provide us with that."

"Then your plan is for naught. How would we achieve mutual love?"

"Not we -her!" Hathor grinned. "Don't you remember the handsome Medjai from the temple?"

"The one who held us when we woke up? How do we get to him?"

"Oh, don't worry about it. He will come to us." A few well-placed dreams would take care of that. From the mortal's memory she knew that she cared for him and he was not indifferent to her either, or he would have reacted differently in the temple. It could work, they just needed a little nudge in the right direction. Fortunately, she was an expert in that area.

"Just let me take the lead and we will have everything we always wanted." With a smile she turned towards the endless see of sand in front of her thought about their future.

It would be glorious!

The End?