Allow me some credit. I used to know all about Egypt as a kid, but I can't
really remember who was what, so allow me some creative space.
This is a story that follows several lives in the world of Eden. A Goddess, a Pharaoh, his Prophet, a Celtic farmer, a Japanese prince and a girl. Mostly it is about a girl, whose life was ruined by the Goddess, the Quest to right everything, and the people they encounter. ________________________________________________________________________
King Ma'at watched the slaves from his high throne as they toiled under the blazing Egyptian sun. Only the dark skinned ones - the Egyptians - were the slave masters. The slaves were all light of skin and sometimes even hair and eyes. Some slaves who were able to understand the Egyptian tongue were sometimes personal slaves of high ranking Egyptians, while the unlucky ones were whipped for such knowledge. All they were supposed to know was that they were the slaves, and work had to be done. The quality of their meals sometimes reflected on the quality of their work and the mood of their masters.
Right now, the master, King Ma'at, was furious. Soon, his throne was to be taken away. His very lineage was to be compromised because a foolish girl cried out during her whipping-her prayers summoning a God to them for the first time in aeons. The God appeared now and then, bringing new slaves, food and raw material, but Ma'at was still furious nonetheless. He wondered what would happen to him if the God decided to make Egypt his 'center'. As the Pharaoh of Egypt, it was assumed that his lineage came from the Gods. What would happen to his family line if this God made him step down? He sneered down at the peasants all of his life, never thinking he could become one of them.
Orion, the prophet, along with Amun, the executioner, approached the throne, dropped to their knees and bowed so their foreheads touched the floor.
"Rise." Ma'at commanded. They did so with solemn faces. Orion's eyes were downcast.
"Your Majesty," Amun began. "The slave has been executed, as to your orders."
"Excellent." He said, with the slightest of smiles. The he snapped his fingers once. Orion looked up reluctantly. "How will this affect my future?" asked. Orion tried not to faint. He just wanted to be anywhere's by there at the moment, but he licked his lips and said, hesitantly:
"I am not sure your Majesty. This God only appears long enough to drop whatever we need on the ground for the slaves to pick up. I am not sure if this means that He will punish us for killing the one who summoned him, or if he will ever lengthen his visits to our kingdom." Ma'at growled and stood up, clenching his golden scepter in his right hand tightly.
"You fool! Of course the God will stay! That monstrosity that we are erecting for him is proof! The thing that is using every slave for its creation means nothing other than the God will make Egypt his own!" Ma'at bellowed.
Orion noticed that the Pharaoh's tanned head was glistening with sweat. Not from heat, but from nervousness. The golden clasp that kept his robes together had caught the sun and threw it back into Orion's eyes, forcing him to look down. The pharaoh also has an amber ear drop that Orion had given him, claiming that it would protect him from poisoning. Amun stole a glance at his frightened comrade. The prophet was young, no more than 21 years of age, but a terrible weight was placed on his shoulders 2 years ago: determine the fate of the Pharaoh after he commits various acts of benevolence, malevolence or what the drops of wine on the floor meant if the Pharaoh dropped his golden goblet. The prophet was tan, but now being in the presence of the pharaoh made his skin pale to a sickly color. The boy's eyes were now unusually large, seeing everything. His robes were white, but they made the prophet look smaller than he really was. Amun, on the other hand, was a muscular man, whose only clothing was a loincloth and a single golden armband.
"Leave me" King Ma'at commanded, turning his back to the men. They bowed, without the king seeing them and left though double lines of slaves with large palm fans. ________________________________________________________________________ Prince Nisswa's head was thrown back, eyes closed and his long, raven hair cascaded over his shoulders, making his pale skin look like that of a porcelain doll. His kimono was a wine color, decorated with a white dragon on the back. His servants did not dare disturb him in his meditation, which was his current exercise. Everyone, even the King, believed that young Nisswa was the descendant of a God, after taking the King's form and fooling the King's wife. Nisswa opened his eyes, which were a striking amber-the same as a fair summer's sun.
The boy was spoilt since he opened his eyes the day he was born and the midwife saw the amber eyes. Not a person in the room doubted that the boy was a son of the Gods. If he saw something that was thought to be of his fancy, it was in his room before he even got there, as a present. Once, he accidentally insulted a man when he pet the man's dog on the head. A servant, immediately thinking that Nisswa wanted it, offered the man a sum of money for the dog. Nisswa, not wanting to separate the man and dog, refused to take it. The man now offered the dog to his prince as a gift, but guilt grew within Nisswa and he refused. The man left, feeling his dog wasn't good enough for a prince and could never look at the creature with the same happiness again.
Nisswa cursed his eyes. It struck fear into all the commoners who saw them and made his parents this he had godly powers. Frankly, he thought that he was just another person, just with colored eyes.
He opened them now, hearing a scream. Crossing the room to his window, he heard more astonished shouts. He saw a woman, pregnant, be lifted into the air and whisked away. A man, presumably her husband, fell to the ground and cried out. Nisswa looked up to the sky, but the woman was no longer there. He frowned and cursed the God silently. How could he be equated with a monster that tore families apart? He pushed himself from the window and looked at the bonsai tree he had been meditating under. The tree was surrounded by a man made pond, complete with a small bridge for the prince to use. Completely designed after a drawing he had made less than a year ago. This one the one gift that he appreciated. He sighed deeply, laid down on the ground under the tree and drew little circles in the water, scaring up an occasional fish and tried to accept that Gods were Gods, and no matter what he said or thought, they would always be so and do what they wished.
This is a story that follows several lives in the world of Eden. A Goddess, a Pharaoh, his Prophet, a Celtic farmer, a Japanese prince and a girl. Mostly it is about a girl, whose life was ruined by the Goddess, the Quest to right everything, and the people they encounter. ________________________________________________________________________
King Ma'at watched the slaves from his high throne as they toiled under the blazing Egyptian sun. Only the dark skinned ones - the Egyptians - were the slave masters. The slaves were all light of skin and sometimes even hair and eyes. Some slaves who were able to understand the Egyptian tongue were sometimes personal slaves of high ranking Egyptians, while the unlucky ones were whipped for such knowledge. All they were supposed to know was that they were the slaves, and work had to be done. The quality of their meals sometimes reflected on the quality of their work and the mood of their masters.
Right now, the master, King Ma'at, was furious. Soon, his throne was to be taken away. His very lineage was to be compromised because a foolish girl cried out during her whipping-her prayers summoning a God to them for the first time in aeons. The God appeared now and then, bringing new slaves, food and raw material, but Ma'at was still furious nonetheless. He wondered what would happen to him if the God decided to make Egypt his 'center'. As the Pharaoh of Egypt, it was assumed that his lineage came from the Gods. What would happen to his family line if this God made him step down? He sneered down at the peasants all of his life, never thinking he could become one of them.
Orion, the prophet, along with Amun, the executioner, approached the throne, dropped to their knees and bowed so their foreheads touched the floor.
"Rise." Ma'at commanded. They did so with solemn faces. Orion's eyes were downcast.
"Your Majesty," Amun began. "The slave has been executed, as to your orders."
"Excellent." He said, with the slightest of smiles. The he snapped his fingers once. Orion looked up reluctantly. "How will this affect my future?" asked. Orion tried not to faint. He just wanted to be anywhere's by there at the moment, but he licked his lips and said, hesitantly:
"I am not sure your Majesty. This God only appears long enough to drop whatever we need on the ground for the slaves to pick up. I am not sure if this means that He will punish us for killing the one who summoned him, or if he will ever lengthen his visits to our kingdom." Ma'at growled and stood up, clenching his golden scepter in his right hand tightly.
"You fool! Of course the God will stay! That monstrosity that we are erecting for him is proof! The thing that is using every slave for its creation means nothing other than the God will make Egypt his own!" Ma'at bellowed.
Orion noticed that the Pharaoh's tanned head was glistening with sweat. Not from heat, but from nervousness. The golden clasp that kept his robes together had caught the sun and threw it back into Orion's eyes, forcing him to look down. The pharaoh also has an amber ear drop that Orion had given him, claiming that it would protect him from poisoning. Amun stole a glance at his frightened comrade. The prophet was young, no more than 21 years of age, but a terrible weight was placed on his shoulders 2 years ago: determine the fate of the Pharaoh after he commits various acts of benevolence, malevolence or what the drops of wine on the floor meant if the Pharaoh dropped his golden goblet. The prophet was tan, but now being in the presence of the pharaoh made his skin pale to a sickly color. The boy's eyes were now unusually large, seeing everything. His robes were white, but they made the prophet look smaller than he really was. Amun, on the other hand, was a muscular man, whose only clothing was a loincloth and a single golden armband.
"Leave me" King Ma'at commanded, turning his back to the men. They bowed, without the king seeing them and left though double lines of slaves with large palm fans. ________________________________________________________________________ Prince Nisswa's head was thrown back, eyes closed and his long, raven hair cascaded over his shoulders, making his pale skin look like that of a porcelain doll. His kimono was a wine color, decorated with a white dragon on the back. His servants did not dare disturb him in his meditation, which was his current exercise. Everyone, even the King, believed that young Nisswa was the descendant of a God, after taking the King's form and fooling the King's wife. Nisswa opened his eyes, which were a striking amber-the same as a fair summer's sun.
The boy was spoilt since he opened his eyes the day he was born and the midwife saw the amber eyes. Not a person in the room doubted that the boy was a son of the Gods. If he saw something that was thought to be of his fancy, it was in his room before he even got there, as a present. Once, he accidentally insulted a man when he pet the man's dog on the head. A servant, immediately thinking that Nisswa wanted it, offered the man a sum of money for the dog. Nisswa, not wanting to separate the man and dog, refused to take it. The man now offered the dog to his prince as a gift, but guilt grew within Nisswa and he refused. The man left, feeling his dog wasn't good enough for a prince and could never look at the creature with the same happiness again.
Nisswa cursed his eyes. It struck fear into all the commoners who saw them and made his parents this he had godly powers. Frankly, he thought that he was just another person, just with colored eyes.
He opened them now, hearing a scream. Crossing the room to his window, he heard more astonished shouts. He saw a woman, pregnant, be lifted into the air and whisked away. A man, presumably her husband, fell to the ground and cried out. Nisswa looked up to the sky, but the woman was no longer there. He frowned and cursed the God silently. How could he be equated with a monster that tore families apart? He pushed himself from the window and looked at the bonsai tree he had been meditating under. The tree was surrounded by a man made pond, complete with a small bridge for the prince to use. Completely designed after a drawing he had made less than a year ago. This one the one gift that he appreciated. He sighed deeply, laid down on the ground under the tree and drew little circles in the water, scaring up an occasional fish and tried to accept that Gods were Gods, and no matter what he said or thought, they would always be so and do what they wished.
