What in the names of all the stars is my sister doing with him! Thought both of the lilac eyed beauties. The naturally black-haired haired
one starred into the eyes which matched hers so well. Both had memories of their childhood rush to them. As Moses did a miracle that
the priest copied on a lower level, and told Moses to bow to me and my new family. I held "my" son close. I had one of my Egyptian
ladies lay with Rameses, and I faked my pregnancy, so when she had her child I adopted the baby and moved her to my head lady
servant. Rameses invited Moses into his personal chambers, I spoke cautiously with my sister.
So she is not happy, nor is my sister Yinaea in love, that part is good, so is the fact that the child is not hers. I could tell by the way her
eyes didn't light up for either the child or Rameses like they had when she was with the rest of us angels. Not that she isn't still an angel,
but if she wishes to be with mortals then who am I to stop her? That's is Gabriel's place. She glared at me when I spoke of Gabriel how
odd, I thought she would have been pleased to hear of her childhood friend. It secretly delights me to see her cursed as the Egyptians are
being, Moses has being plaguing them in hopes of Rameses relenting his hold on the slaves. Oh dear I take back that, God has given
Moses one last plague, it will bring the death of the eldest child. She is the oldest of us hopefully she will listen, better yet hopefully
Rameses will listen.
I can't believe her, is she really the same little good girl I remember? Her husband, that I can tell she doesn't love as much as he does her,
has plagued us continuously, and now she tells me if I leave the palace and come with her The Father won't kill me. I am not Egyptian
and yet I too have been given the same treatment, fine I will go to her but not with her. The angels will secretly scorn me for my
emptiness, I am the daughter of hate though I may be an angel, I can't love them or anyone.
My sister did listen, Moses's sister was cold to her at first but she eventually warmed up to her, my sister must helped the Israelites some
way or another. When I asked her if she had she laughed coldly and said who she was and that she couldn't love anyone including him
with a nod to the palace. I gasped at her, though she nodded to the palace, she had meant our dearest friend, Gabriel. She hates that fact
too I could tell for when I asked her if that included him she hesitated as if unsure, then nodded as a crystal like tear rolled down her
cheek. The next morning, My sister, Yinaea, had once again fled from my sight.