The day after the battle, a giantess was walking along the shores holding a sleeping three-year-old. "May the gods have mercy on you, because I have no need for a useless monster as a son." The giant left the toddler there as she walked away.
A being hiding in the reeds had watched what just happened. When she left, the being walked out of the reeds and went over to the toddler. It was a crocodile. He has the body of a well-built man with green scaly skin with yellow eyes. He is wearing a light green tunic with a matching shirt. He has golden bracelets on his arms and unlike his animal counter part, he walks on two legs. On top of his head is the crown of amun. It's made of curved ram horns, wrapped by two cobras with a solar disk flanked by tall, illustrious plumes. It was reserved for the most important deities. The crocodile's name is Sobek.
Sobek bent down and took the toddler in his arms. 'Why, that wretched woman, the next time she comes to the Nile, will be her last,' Sobek said, holding the toddler in his arms, 'even we crocodiles love our offspring.' Sobek said as he lay down in the shade, with some of the other crocodiles lying down around them, protecting their leader and the toddler in his arms. Sobek held the toddler closer because the toddler looked pale, tired, and as if he hadn't eaten in a while.
A few minutes later, a lady in a pure white dress with a golden headpiece that looked like bird wings arrived. The headpiece was inlaid with rubies and emeralds, and she wore golden bracelets on her arms. This lady is the queen of the Egyptian gods, Lady Isis.
She was walking down the Nile to see one of her friends, when she found him she was shocked to see him holding a baby in his arms "Sobek, what do you have there my dear?" she asked
Sobek walked over to her, but it looked like he was almost running. 'Lady Isis, this toddler needs your help,' Sobek said, sounding worried as he handed the toddler over to her in the hope that she could do something to help.
She smiled as she took the baby and walked into the sunlight. 'I, Lady Isis, call upon my blessing and the blessing of Ra to heal this baby,' she said. Golden light came down from the sun, mixing with her own purple magic, and then went into the baby. With her and Ra's blessing, the toddler's skin started looking healthier. 'There you go, you're all better now,' she turned to Sobek. 'Where is the baby's mother or father?' she asked.
"The mother left the runt here." Sobek said, taking the baby back into his arms.
"Why would a mother do that?" Isis said, not understanding why a mother would abandon a baby. She then got a good look at the toddler. "Doesn't he look a little like Anubis?" she asked
Sobek got a good look as well and smelled the toddler; he smelled a lot like Anubis. 'Anubis, having a little Anubis running around,' Sobek said, getting a laugh just by imagining it. Sobek held the toddler in his arms like he was the most precious thing in his life.
"Have you thought of a name?" Isis asked, looking at the toddler over Sobek's shoulder, but before Sobek could reply, the kid slowly started waking up. "where's nala or daddy?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as he looked around.
'She left you here, kid,' Sobek replied bluntly. It was never in his nature to smooth something over; he would call it as it was. 'My name is Sobek, and this is Lady Isis. Do you have a name, little one?'
"my name is little Jackal," he replied and Sobek started laughing. "who will take care of me now?" little jackal asked almost to the point of crying.
"I will raise you little one. Sobek here will teach you the ways of man." Isis replied, calming the little toddler's fears.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in Egypt.
In the Valley of the kings a group of men walked into a tomb and it was pitch black. They couldn't even see the light in each other's eyes as they looked around. Almost nothing could be seen but the outline of a few jars, but soon enough a torch light lit up the room.
It was a large stone tomb. On the walls themselves were detailed artwork depicting the afterlife, and in the center of the room lay a sandy yellow sarcophagus with four Canopic jars in front of it. But their true prize was the room next to it, a treasure trove waiting to be looted.
As they walked into it, the men's eyes grew wide with greed at the sight of the bounty they could steal within a single night's job, in addition to what they had been paid to find this hidden vault—a place where no man should tread, but that did not bother them, for the riches alone could make them kings.
A small sandstorm blew into the room and formed into a man as he surveyed the surroundings. The men dared not dream of their riches, for this journey was not over yet, and they knew they were in the presence of a god.
An all-powerful and unforgiving god with the blood of a sphinx covering his arms. As the men waited at the door with the light flickering from the gold in the room, they knew it was wrong to raid a tomb, but greed covered their conscience with the riches this room could offer and by a god so powerful.
When the god laid his eyes upon the sarcophagus, his eyes sparkled in memory. He was so close to his prize—all his hard work, all his searching, all his time spent had not been in vain.
He turned to his men, smiled, and said, 'You have served me well, and for that, I will give you power beyond your wildest dreams and much more. But first, you must find my prize. Once you do, the fortune in this room will be yours.'
A man with brown eyes, almost no hair, and what was left was grey, wearing a beggar's cloak that looked old and frayed, responded quietly, 'My Master, you have ordered me to find this place, and as a loyal servant, I have. I know in my heart and soul you will reward me as you see fit.' You could almost hear him wringing his hands, trying to contain the excitement of being in the presence of his lord and master.
Clearly, he was eager to raid this treasure and find his lord's prize. After many years of servitude and barely being able to be paid for his work, he could see the reward his lord had promised him all those years ago.
His master walked past him and into the room with the sarcophagus and a few specially made jars, noticing that two of the jars were separated from the others. His master also saw that the giant lid on the tomb crypt was pushed away, as if someone had risen from his tomb and moved it aside. He looked around as the light flickered, wondering if his master's prize was here.
As his minions walked into the treasure room, he could see everything in it—the decorations on the walls, the golden chair, the piles of golden trinkets, and other treasures laid to rest. He looked around the room almost in despair, not finding what he was looking for. But how could it not be here? He started searching for his prize like a madman. 'Where is it!' The god screamed out in anger and desperation, and the whole tomb trembled under his mighty scream.
Two of his men dropped their torches and ran out of the tomb in fear for their lives. He slowly stood up, extended his hand, and slowly started closing it into a fist in front of him. As the terrified men left the passage leading out of the tomb, they both fell to their knees, sand entering their lungs and slowly and painfully suffocating them to death. When the sand left their bodies, there was a glowing sphere in parts of the sand the god opened his hand again and the glowing sand covered sphere flew into his hand where he mercilessly crushed them.
A power greater than the man had killed those two and taken their souls. The only thought on the other men's minds was that a god had killed both men—a god they had pledged their lives to serve. But in fear of said god, they had deserted him, and this wouldn't be allowed.
The others watched in awe as their companions tried to desert the god and were killed for it. The men kneeled down before the god and worshiped him. They spoke in gibberish, too afraid to form coherent sentences. They knew they could easily be next if he didn't find what he was looking for.
The god screamed again in rage, and this time, although the men could not understand the words from his lips, they knew the meaning, 'Find my prize!' The workers rushed into the tomb, throwing gold and precious stones aside as if Apophis herself was coming after their souls.
A couple of men overturned a chariot, no longer worried about worldly goods as they dug through treasures unknown to all men. But they could not find what they were looking for.
Then one man, a small man of slight build, short dark hair, a scraggly build, and known for his humor and short temper, cried out, "I think I found it!" He continued to dig with frenzy through the pile he was working on to uncover the item. The excitement in his actions was visible for all to see. He threw precious gems and gold aside, tossing a chair aside that was covered in gold, and the chair looked like it was fit for a king.
He dug frantically at what he found, hoping it was what his master had demanded. He pulled it out slowly and held it up carefully. "Master, I found it!" he exclaimed as he held it up in the air, but it was broken in a few places, and the top had the head of a jackal on it.
The god walked over to the man and got a good look at the jar. "FOOL!" The God yelled, throwing his arm out with enough force to send the man straight into the stone wall. "My jar will not be broken, my prize will have the head of a man on it that still contains a piece of the God in it, not some worthless trinket that once contained a piece!" The poor man slumped over, most of his bones shattered from his flight headfirst into the wall but he was still painfully alive.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Keep looking for my prize. It must be here, for it is written on the temple wall," the god commanded. The men began the search anew, knowing that their failure would be their undoing. They were all aware, now more than ever, that failure, be it their own or the temple's, would mean a horrible death at the hands of this powerful being. As they dug through the gold and gilded treasures, one of them said, "My lord, my lord, I don't know... but I think I have found what you're looking for," he stammered in terror, knowing it could very well mean his death.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Keep looking for my prize. It must be here, for it is written on the temple wall," the god commanded. The men began the search anew, knowing that their failure would be their undoing. They were all aware, now more than ever, that failure, be it their own or the temple's, would mean a horrible death at the hands of this powerful being. As they dug through the gold and gilded treasures, one of them said, "My lord, my lord, I don't know... but I think I have found what you're looking for," he stammered in terror, knowing it could very well mean his death.
The man's name is Dijon. He was a thin man in brown clothes with brown eyes, who held up a canopic jar he had found under a pile of gold on the other side of the room. It was sealed with the head of a man on top of it and was in perfect condition with the painting and scriptures written on it.
Dijon got down on his knees with his whole body shaking, waiting as he held the unbroken jar above his head, scared at what might happen to his poor body and, more importantly, his soul.
He stayed in that position, just waiting to know his fate and with a prayer on his lips, praying he was right. Because if he was wrong, he knew he would suffer for eternity, but to his relief, he had found the artifact that they had been searching for.
When the god took the jar, Dijon took a deep breath because he hoped he had found what he believed would be his salvation. To all the man's relief, Dijon had found the one thing that could please their master.
The men were frozen in place as they looked at their master with fear in their hearts and minds. Unknown to them, more and more sand started filling up the room. The last thing they heard was their master giving off an evil laugh as he stared at the jar. "Finally, my time has come," the god said once again the sand covered souls flaw into the gods hand and he crushed them mercilessly for no one could know what happened here today.