A large caravan traversed from the fertile banks of the Nile towards the desert. In the caravan were men holding pots of gold, jewels, ivory, turquoise, copper, and much more. A group of men were carrying what seemed to be an open coffin atop a wood and papyrus constructed pedestal. In the coffin was an aged man, obviously dead, with a long crown on his head and all the asorted jewels of the well known Ancient Egypt. Actually, Ancient Egypt herself was on the pedestal, her wet eyes looking at the dead man's face.
"He died in such a....normal way." she whispered. Her voice had a thick accent, and her eyes with the streaked eyeliner, and her braided, black hair made her look like a woman far ahead of the time she was in. "And what I still don't understand is why he thinks staying in a giant piece of stone and mud for the afterlife would be enjoyable." she then looked over at the place the caravan was going.
A large structure towered over the desert horizon. It looked like large squares of mud stacked up on eachother, eventually creating a crude pyramid. Multitudes of men, woman, and children were crowded near it, awaiting the caravan that carried their deceased ruler. And after all, no god-king in the world had ever created such a huge building, just for him to be put to rest in. But, that was Pharoah Djoser for you, as he was a very arrogant man.
When the caravan reached the pyramid, Ancient Egypt descended from the pedestal and watched as the caravan made its way into the pyramid. A tear fell along her cheek and she prepared to depart back to Memphis, ready for whoever was to be the next god-king of this growing nation.
Across the Mediterranean, another woman looked over the waves that crashed into the larges rocks along the coast. Across the water were lands to exploit. Lands where the trade goods that fufil her peoples needs were located. Her people had an equal say, as was expected of such a great nation. Her long, white dresses blew in the wind at the same pace as her silky, light brown hair. Her blue eyes were filled with ambition as they watched the sunrise. Her named was Athens, named after her patron-goddess Athena, as the two were very much alike.
Even though Roman Empire said he had a relationship with 'Ancient Greece', there really wasn't a nation representing all of the Greek city-states. Sooner or later, Athens would fall in love with Roman Empire, eventually giving birth to Greece, who would rule her nation when she passed on. But, for now, she would have to build a legacy for any child she was to have. However, she would most definitely never have a child with-
"Hey Athens!" a voice rang. The woman turned and saw the very man she was thinking of behind her. His fierce, brown eyes and the short, curly hair almost made him look like Roman Empire, but the two differed. While Roman Empire savored conquering lands just as much as conquering mates, this man was only about conquering lands.
"Hello, Sparta." the woman said calmly. Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance when he grinned.
"I was wondering if you would want to, oh, I don't know, marry me!" Athens jerked to the side and dodged Sparta's sudden jump for a tackle at the word 'marry'
"I've told you a thousand times that i'm not interested in you and your barbaric people." Sparta started laughing.
"Are you saying a bunch of sissy aristocrats and philosophers are supposed to be civilized?" He got up, puffed his chest out, and acted like he held a spear and shield. "Spartans know that the only think you need in a civilization is discipline, stamina, and war!"
"And it's that stupid idea of yours that makes you so barbaric." Sparta glared at her as she began to leave. "Anyway, I have to go, i'm off to Crete's house. Unlike you I will actually build an empire that people will admire and remember."
"Ya, good luck with that!" Sparta shouted sarcastically. Athens didn't look back as she stepped into the boat and it sailed away over the horizon.
