Chapter 3: Unknown Relations

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Celestia blinked and looked around the room, to make sure she wasn't dreaming. The sanctuary was like something out of a fairy tale. The walls weren't made of assorted stone like the rest of the temple was. They were made of pure white alabaster shaped like petals curving outwards. She felt them and found them to be as smooth as silk. "This would have cost ten Pharaohs' ransom to build!" she breathed reverently. Being in the lowest order of priestesses and temple helpers, Celestia rarely saw anything so beautiful or valuable. Mas-Ne-Ra snorted, but not with derision.

"Actually, these weren't constructed by humans, Celestia. Mystical Elves and Ancient Elves have built every room like this. It is required to be built by them since human architecture- or flimsy mock-god architecture- always collapsed." She looked at Celestia, whose face betrayed total confusion.

"Mystical Elves and Ancient Elves are Shadow Monsters, who are summoned to duel most of the time, but in some cases, they act as guardians and god messengers." She then smirked. "But I'm the ruler of them all. Continue examining this room if you please. All of your lessons relating to your training shall be taught here, either by me or some high-ranking Shadow Monster who I have complete faith in. You are going to be a very powerful person some day who will bow to no one except me or that wimpy earth incarnation of Horus (A/N: the pharaoh in Egypt was thought to be an earth version of Osiris' son, Horus)." Obviously, she didn't think very highly of the present Pharaoh.

The room had rich red and silver rugs embroidered with roses or some type of flower, Mas-Ne-Ra's symbol. A table made of the finest mahogany stood around a raised dais with various other desks and books with scrolls of papyrus spread out on the top of the table. A jar of ink and a writing tool lay nearby. On shelves scattered around the room stood container after container of gold and jewels, intended for magical use. However, the most important thing was on the dais and its simplicity astounded Celestia after seeing the rest of the elegant room.

On the dais was a suspended outfit made of the finest linen. It was a dress with a gathered waist, wide draping sleeves, and a slightly billowing skirt. Where the neck would be was a simple gold and silver pendant with three gold chains hanging down in the front. Hanging from the center chain was a rose of red gemstone, proclaiming to one and all that the wearer was a priestess of Mas-Ne-Ra. Where the forehead would be was a gold circlet with a rose stamped on it as well.

Mas-Ne-Ra followed the eight year-old's gaze and saw what her young friend was transfixed by. "Beautiful, isn't it? You won't be able to wear it until you are twelve, and finished with your taught training. Even then, I would advise you not to wear it except in the Pharaoh's court, for many would take that outfit as a sign that you are rich and rob you blind. What do you think of this room? Is it suitable for your training?" Celestia blinked at the question.

"Is it suitable for my training? It's too elegant for the likes of me!" She cried. "Too elegant? This room would be considered a disgrace for the palace that I live in! And what do you mean for the likes of you!" Mas-Ne- Ra said with equal distress.

"I'm just an orphan from the desert! I have no family, no wealth, and certainly no power to speak of! If anyone should be a priestess, it should be one of the noble ladies! I'm just a poor guttersnipe who no one wants!" Celestia said explosively in one breath. She gulped in fright. Mas-Ne-Ra was studying her with the most peculiar expression that was a cross between pity and anger.

"Who told you all that garbage?" she said softly, sensing that Celestia was close to an emotional breakdown. "Everybody knows it and says it's so, Mas- Ne-Ra," she said softly. At that moment, Celestia looked so vulnerable and weak. The goddess' icy heart thawed just a bit.

"Celestia, here is your second lesson. Don't let anyone's words hurt you. Anyone and everyone's words have the ability to scar, but only when you start believing them. As for the part about no family, you do have family." Celestia's head shot up at an unbelievable speed. Her eyes burned with a frightful intensity.

"I can't tell you who they are yet," Celestia visibly saddened. "But I can show you." With a wave of the deity's hand, Celestia was thrown into the time stream without a preamble.

Celestia glimpsed many times, past and future on her way to eight years ago in the past. She saw men in togas in a conference room. She saw a huge horse replica inside a bigger city with men pouring out from its belly and attacking. She saw men from three different countries battle against three other countries in a world war. Then Celestia was spat out onto a stone floor.

The first thing she saw was that she was transparent. The second thing she saw was a man with a strange gold sphere embedded into his left eye socket pacing in front of a door. 'Is this man my. father?' she wondered. The door opened and the man strode in. Celestia followed quickly before the door closed. She didn't want to find out if she could walk through walls. Inside, the man she had seen earlier was kneeling by a bed where a woman lay, visibly exhausted. He was looking at her with love in his eyes and it was clear that they were a couple. They were talking softly and Celestia walked closer to hear their conversation.

".two babies were born?" the man asked. "Yes, a boy who I named Seth, and a twin girl, who I named Celestia," The woman answered. The man didn't look happy. " A twin GIRL? Twins are bad luck, my love! We will have to give her away or dispose of her." The woman frowned. "You and your silly superstitions. Both of them are healthy and so am I. Why should we give away our blood children? Because of what the people will think, Akenadin?" 'Akenadin, my possible father.' Celestia thought, storing the name away in her mind. Then the meaning of the conversation struck her.

'He wanted to give me AWAY! My own father!' she raged. She stopped. The man was speaking. "Someday, Seth will be Pharaoh, and a sister, especially a twin sister, will just lessen the chance. She'll lead Seth away from his destiny! Seth must grow as powerful as possible, so that one day, he can challenge the son of the Pharaoh, who was born last week!" he stopped. His wife's eyes glittered with unshed tears. "That's what it comes down to, then? Your obsession with the throne is more important than your own child? Fine! Give her away if you want. But I know that someday, Celestia will come back and seek vengeance."

Akenadin started to protest, but she turned her head away. He then walked over to one of two cradles and lifted out a baby. 'That's me!' Celestia was startled. The baby had ice blue eyes like her own. The baby wailed and Akenadin shushed it, without gentleness. He walked out of the room and disappeared from view. After he left, the woman whispered, "I will make sure that Celestia is found. I swear Seth will look for her, for this will be my wish left behind after I die." The past evaporated and the present came into view.

Celestia found tears on her cheek. "My mother is right, I will seek vengeance for Akenadin's actions." She said. "Then let the lessons begin." Mas-Ne-Ra said with anticipation. "I have no doubt that you will be my best student."

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