Positively Mad!

by My name is Apocalypse

This is the story of Set's life. He doesn't realize how precious it is until he meets his positively mad guardian Amun-Re. He will soon come to realize the dreaded secret that had been running through his family even before he was born. Rated T because I'm a bit paranoid. *Watch out for language and love themes just in case*

2. A tea-party full of surprises

I sat cross-legged in front of the girl as she handed me a china tea cup. She poured me hot sahlab.

"Oh." I said, "You pour real tea?" she nodded sadly,

"It seems as if though most of the time my dolls refuse to drink it." she shook her head, "I've got only two at home. Nefertari and Nefertiti."

I smiled, "Your brother doesn't play with you?" she shook her head again, I struggled to see her face behind the curtain of black hair.

"I don't play with anyone usually." she said, "There's no girl alive who wants to play with me." I frowned.

"Don't you ever put up your hair child?" I said, "I can hardly see your face!" the girl pulled out a wooden hair clip and pinned her hair loosely up in a bun.

"Sorry. I don't have a mother…my father doesn't like to comb hair." I was taken aback at her face. I drew in a sharp breath. Her skin was fair, unlike the rest of the egyptian goddesses who had d attractive bronzed skin. Her lips were a pale coral, her eyes were a shocking purple.

"Oh my." I whispered. She smiled ruefully,

"I have the worst skin….I don't have coppery skin like other girls….or golden eyes either." she sipped her cold sahlab, "That's why they don't play with me."

"No!" I said, "You have a beautiful complexion! Don't you know that it's the fashion abroad?"

She shook her head, "It may be fashionable abroad but not here." She stretched out her arm to me, "We have not met properly, Sir. I am called Nephthys, maiden of the Nile. Daughter of Geb, the Earth."

I shook her hand, "I am Set. God of storms, sand, fire and- chaos" I whispered the last part. Nephthys shivered. "Son of Nut, the sky." I sipped my sahlab, "I have a sister, you know? Isis. I can set up a play-date for you two."

"Oh would you?" she beamed, I nodded.

"How old are you?" I asked,

"Thirteen." she replied, pouring herself more sahlab.

"Thirteen!" I gasped, "And yet you play with dolls?"

"I have no one else Set. You must understand."

"Of course. I do. " She looked down at our hands. Still frozen in mid-shake, "I'll get you a play-date with Isis. It's a promise." I urged. "And besides, my arms are much whiter than yours!" I said.

"How is it possible Set?" she pressed, "For two people in all of Egypt to have pale skin?"

"Who knows?" I replied. "There might be others with the same skin tone!"

Nephthys smiled and released the hand-shake. It embarrassed me to remember that I hadn't done so previously.

We drank the rest of the sahlab in silence.