Chapter 2
Son of Seth
Darkness came quickly to the Egyptian village of Kururelna. The stars twinkled brightly above the soft sands of the desert. The moon was full and lit up the horizon on which it rested upon.
In a small hut in the village a woman's screams could be heard. The woman had long dark hair and soft tan skin as practically all Egyptians did. Her abdomen was bulging because she had been pregnant for over 9 months and was finally giving birth after hours of being in labor. She lied on a bed of straw, her skin shined of sweat and he cheeks were red from all the hard work she was doing, attempting to push her newborn baby into the world.
Another woman with shorter dark hair, held a water-filled bowl and a cloth. Dampening the cloth she dabbed it on the forehead of the woman soon to give birth.
Minuets later, the newborn came into the world. The shorter haired woman held it, taking a look at the little one. It was a boy, and a good sized one at that. Strangely enough, he had very pale skin, and even more strange, was a small tuft of purely white hair grew from the top of his head. These traits were impossible to find in Egypt. Only very old people had white hair, but it was never as white as on this baby boy. The strangest things of all were the eyes. The irises of his large eyes were a rusty brownish-red color.
Nevertheless, the baby seemed quite healthy. He had great, potent lungs and was easily able to cry out all of the water that was in them without any assistance.
"May I see my child?" The woman who had just given birth asked. Her skin was still wet and the redness had only started to leave her cheeks.
"Ah, Meryt," Then woman holding the infant said. "A strong, healthy boy you have given birth to." The woman handed the new child, who was still wailing, to the woman she had addressed as Meryt.
Meryt gently cradled her son in her arms and he quickly quieted down in the arms of his mother.
"He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life..." Her face beamed with pride as she looked down at her child.
"Shall I call Paneb in to see his new son?" The shorter haired woman asked.
"Yes, if you don't mind. I couldn't have had the child without him."
The shorter haired woman left the room without another word. She entered another room, where a tall, husky man sat upon a bench. His hair was dark and shortly cropped. A few scars covered his tan skin, but there weren't that many.
"Paneb..." The woman said.
The husky man, or Paneb, stood. "Is she alright? What happened?"
"Meryt is just fine and you are now the proud father of a strong baby boy."
Paneb's eyes filled with pride. "I'd like to see him, please..."
The woman nodded and allowed Paneb to enter the room where Meryt and the child were. Closed the door behind Paneb as he walked in to let him and Meryt have their privacy.
"Paneb." Meryt said, looking up at Paneb. She smiled at him. "Come look at what we and the gods have created."
Paneb smiled and stepped closer to Meryt, looking at the infant in her arms. His smile immediately broke into a look of shock as he saw his child. "What is that thing?! That is not my child!" Paneb exclaimed.
Meryt looked at Paneb angrily. "How can you say that about him?! I see nothing wrong with him! Do you hate him just because he looks different?! He's your child! He's our child!"
"What Egyptian child has white hair as soon as it's born, and white skin too?! And those eyes...where did they come from?! It doesn't look like either of us! That's no baby! That's a creature sent by Seth (the evil god of storms and violence) himself!" Paneb roared.
"Why doesn't he even deserve a chance?" Meryt held her child protectively, away from Paneb, who was a large man and could crush the delicate, newly born baby in a quick swipe of his hand.
"No son of Seth deserves a chance, I say we dispose of it before it grows up and kills us all!"
Meryt gasped, "He would never!"
"He would and he shall. Listen, Meryt, we must kill the thing. Burn it, then drown the ashes in the Nile, and hope Seth never returns."
"We will do no such thing! He is our son, like it or not, and that means we have to take care of him. And if you wont, I will. You wont lay so much as a finger on this child if I can help it. Now, quit your fussing and help me name him."
"You want to name that thing?! You have to be kidding me..."
Meryt gave Paneb a stern look.
"You mean we are really going to keep that monstrous thing?!"
The arguing of Meryt and Paneb bothered the white-haired newborn and he began to cry loudly again.
"Ah, now look what you've done!" Meryt scolded Paneb. "He's crying and it's because you wont shut your big blowhole!" Meryt comforted the infant and he quieted down in less then a minuet. She smiled at her child.
"Oh no...you've fallen in love with it." Paneb said more quietly as not to make the baby cry again.
"Of course. It came out of me." Meryt looked down at her nameless son, whose rusty brownish-red eyes were wide open and staring straight at her. "He's so precious, so small, so fragile..."
"And now you are obsessing over it. I demand that you stop."
"Help me name him." Meryt looked back at Paneb, totally ignoring what he had said before.
"Oh, alright, if it will make you stop. Name it 'Thing'."
Meryt sighed, "I guess you really don't care, do you? Our first child, and all you want to do is kill him. You'd have a different tone if you carried him around in your stomach for hundreds of days and finally had to painfully push him out at the end."
"Fine, fine. We'll call it 'Bak'. Short, simple, and nothing good wasted on it."
"Let's add 'Ra' to the end, because I know he'll shine as the sun god. Bakra..." Meryt thought about this and repeated the name, 'Bakra', over and over. "It doesn't sound right...Bakra, Bakra...Bakura...Hmm...Bakura. I like that, so that shall be his name."
Meryt looked down at her son, and rubbed her fingers over his plump cheek. "Hello, Bakura..."
The newly named child, Bakura, even at that very young age, reached out and took a hold of one of Meryt's fingers.
Meryt laughed, "Wow, he is a strong little one." She snuggled him lightly. "I love you, Bakura. Forever my baby you shall be."
Son of Seth
Darkness came quickly to the Egyptian village of Kururelna. The stars twinkled brightly above the soft sands of the desert. The moon was full and lit up the horizon on which it rested upon.
In a small hut in the village a woman's screams could be heard. The woman had long dark hair and soft tan skin as practically all Egyptians did. Her abdomen was bulging because she had been pregnant for over 9 months and was finally giving birth after hours of being in labor. She lied on a bed of straw, her skin shined of sweat and he cheeks were red from all the hard work she was doing, attempting to push her newborn baby into the world.
Another woman with shorter dark hair, held a water-filled bowl and a cloth. Dampening the cloth she dabbed it on the forehead of the woman soon to give birth.
Minuets later, the newborn came into the world. The shorter haired woman held it, taking a look at the little one. It was a boy, and a good sized one at that. Strangely enough, he had very pale skin, and even more strange, was a small tuft of purely white hair grew from the top of his head. These traits were impossible to find in Egypt. Only very old people had white hair, but it was never as white as on this baby boy. The strangest things of all were the eyes. The irises of his large eyes were a rusty brownish-red color.
Nevertheless, the baby seemed quite healthy. He had great, potent lungs and was easily able to cry out all of the water that was in them without any assistance.
"May I see my child?" The woman who had just given birth asked. Her skin was still wet and the redness had only started to leave her cheeks.
"Ah, Meryt," Then woman holding the infant said. "A strong, healthy boy you have given birth to." The woman handed the new child, who was still wailing, to the woman she had addressed as Meryt.
Meryt gently cradled her son in her arms and he quickly quieted down in the arms of his mother.
"He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life..." Her face beamed with pride as she looked down at her child.
"Shall I call Paneb in to see his new son?" The shorter haired woman asked.
"Yes, if you don't mind. I couldn't have had the child without him."
The shorter haired woman left the room without another word. She entered another room, where a tall, husky man sat upon a bench. His hair was dark and shortly cropped. A few scars covered his tan skin, but there weren't that many.
"Paneb..." The woman said.
The husky man, or Paneb, stood. "Is she alright? What happened?"
"Meryt is just fine and you are now the proud father of a strong baby boy."
Paneb's eyes filled with pride. "I'd like to see him, please..."
The woman nodded and allowed Paneb to enter the room where Meryt and the child were. Closed the door behind Paneb as he walked in to let him and Meryt have their privacy.
"Paneb." Meryt said, looking up at Paneb. She smiled at him. "Come look at what we and the gods have created."
Paneb smiled and stepped closer to Meryt, looking at the infant in her arms. His smile immediately broke into a look of shock as he saw his child. "What is that thing?! That is not my child!" Paneb exclaimed.
Meryt looked at Paneb angrily. "How can you say that about him?! I see nothing wrong with him! Do you hate him just because he looks different?! He's your child! He's our child!"
"What Egyptian child has white hair as soon as it's born, and white skin too?! And those eyes...where did they come from?! It doesn't look like either of us! That's no baby! That's a creature sent by Seth (the evil god of storms and violence) himself!" Paneb roared.
"Why doesn't he even deserve a chance?" Meryt held her child protectively, away from Paneb, who was a large man and could crush the delicate, newly born baby in a quick swipe of his hand.
"No son of Seth deserves a chance, I say we dispose of it before it grows up and kills us all!"
Meryt gasped, "He would never!"
"He would and he shall. Listen, Meryt, we must kill the thing. Burn it, then drown the ashes in the Nile, and hope Seth never returns."
"We will do no such thing! He is our son, like it or not, and that means we have to take care of him. And if you wont, I will. You wont lay so much as a finger on this child if I can help it. Now, quit your fussing and help me name him."
"You want to name that thing?! You have to be kidding me..."
Meryt gave Paneb a stern look.
"You mean we are really going to keep that monstrous thing?!"
The arguing of Meryt and Paneb bothered the white-haired newborn and he began to cry loudly again.
"Ah, now look what you've done!" Meryt scolded Paneb. "He's crying and it's because you wont shut your big blowhole!" Meryt comforted the infant and he quieted down in less then a minuet. She smiled at her child.
"Oh no...you've fallen in love with it." Paneb said more quietly as not to make the baby cry again.
"Of course. It came out of me." Meryt looked down at her nameless son, whose rusty brownish-red eyes were wide open and staring straight at her. "He's so precious, so small, so fragile..."
"And now you are obsessing over it. I demand that you stop."
"Help me name him." Meryt looked back at Paneb, totally ignoring what he had said before.
"Oh, alright, if it will make you stop. Name it 'Thing'."
Meryt sighed, "I guess you really don't care, do you? Our first child, and all you want to do is kill him. You'd have a different tone if you carried him around in your stomach for hundreds of days and finally had to painfully push him out at the end."
"Fine, fine. We'll call it 'Bak'. Short, simple, and nothing good wasted on it."
"Let's add 'Ra' to the end, because I know he'll shine as the sun god. Bakra..." Meryt thought about this and repeated the name, 'Bakra', over and over. "It doesn't sound right...Bakra, Bakra...Bakura...Hmm...Bakura. I like that, so that shall be his name."
Meryt looked down at her son, and rubbed her fingers over his plump cheek. "Hello, Bakura..."
The newly named child, Bakura, even at that very young age, reached out and took a hold of one of Meryt's fingers.
Meryt laughed, "Wow, he is a strong little one." She snuggled him lightly. "I love you, Bakura. Forever my baby you shall be."
