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The world opens to you in a nursery. By the window stands Hatsheptsut, holding a bundle within her arms. She’s smiling, and noticeably smaller than she once was. Closer you creep until you’re over her shoulder and in her arms, you see a baby. The baby’s eyes look up at you.
And you’re staring at the face of Iahotep.
In a flash, you are now outside. A child Iahotep laughs as he runs through the Palace gardens. Hatshepsut calls out for her child to be careful. As he disappears, she speaks to the palace maids. “I still think about the day of his birth. The gods clearly blessed him. He’s going to be a wonderful Pharoah one day.”
The child runs back, joy shining in his eyes. In one hand he carries the dismembered head of a rabbit, blood still dripping from where the rest of his body should be. The child’s lips are curled into a razor-sharp smile, ruby red splotches covering his face.
“Such a good boy!” Hatshepsut praised her son, wiping the blood with her thumb. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up.” He looks up at his mother with pride… and then his head slowly turns towards you. The razor-sharp smile remains, but the eyes… look hungry.
Once more the vision changes. Hatshepsut’s face is older now. She sits beside her son, a younger Iahotep who lounges at the throne. Zoser walks in, whispering something in the pharaoh’s ear. The Pharaoh looks at you. Finally, he speaks.
“You tried to kill my father, and now you try to kill me.” His voice is identical to Iahotep, down to the cadence in which he speaks. He stands from the throne and makes his way down the three steps until he is at your level. The guards force you to your knees. He looks down upon you.
“But you’ve been betrayed. And now you will die, for you haven’t learned…”
The guards grab you by your hair and force your head back, exposing your neck. A guard hands the Pharoah a sword. He points the blade to the left, before swinging it clean across your neck. Your body falls, and then your head rolls onto the ground.
As the disembodied head looks upon the throne at a sideways view, you see Hatshepsut the right of the throne, Zoser to the left and as the Pharoah walks up to it he starts to transform. The man who sits is not the man you once saw. The man who sits is Thoth, a Thoth with eyes of obsidian black.
“The throne of Egypt is mine.”
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“He looks just like his father.”
“Look at those eyes, so handsome.”
“And he’s so healthy and strong!”
The world opens to you in a nursery. By the window stands Hatsheptsut, holding a bundle within her arms. She’s smiling, and noticeably smaller than she once was. Closer you creep until you’re over her shoulder and in her arms, you see a baby. The baby’s eyes look up at you.
And you’re staring at the face of Iahotep.
In a flash, you are now outside. A child Iahotep laughs as he runs through the Palace gardens. Hatshepsut calls out for her child to be careful. As he disappears, she speaks to the palace maids. “I still think about the day of his birth. The gods clearly blessed him. He’s going to be a wonderful Pharoah one day.”
The child runs back, joy shining in his eyes. In one hand he carries the dismembered head of a rabbit, blood still dripping from where the rest of his body should be. The child’s lips are curled into a razor-sharp smile, ruby red splotches covering his face.
“Such a good boy!” Hatshepsut praised her son, wiping the blood with her thumb. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up.” He looks up at his mother with pride… and then his head slowly turns towards you. The razor-sharp smile remains, but the eyes… look hungry.
Once more the vision changes. Hatshepsut’s face is older now. She sits beside her son, a younger Iahotep who lounges at the throne. Zoser walks in, whispering something in the pharaoh’s ear. The Pharaoh looks at you. Finally, he speaks.
“You tried to kill my father, and now you try to kill me.” His voice is identical to Iahotep, down to the cadence in which he speaks. He stands from the throne and makes his way down the three steps until he is at your level. The guards force you to your knees. He looks down upon you.
“But you’ve been betrayed. And now you will die, for you haven’t learned…”
The guards grab you by your hair and force your head back, exposing your neck. A guard hands the Pharoah a sword. He points the blade to the left, before swinging it clean across your neck. Your body falls, and then your head rolls onto the ground.
As the disembodied head looks upon the throne at a sideways view, you see Hatshepsut the right of the throne, Zoser to the left and as the Pharoah walks up to it he starts to transform. The man who sits is not the man you once saw. The man who sits is Thoth, a Thoth with eyes of obsidian black.
“The throne of Egypt is mine.”
“He looks just like his father.”
“Look at those eyes, so handsome.”
“And he’s so healthy and strong!”
The world opens to you in a nursery. By the window stands Hatsheptsut, holding a bundle within her arms. She’s smiling, and noticeably smaller than she once was. Closer you creep until you’re over her shoulder and in her arms, you see a baby. The baby’s eyes look up at you.
And you’re staring at the face of Iahotep.
In a flash, you are now outside. A child Iahotep laughs as he runs through the Palace gardens. Hatshepsut calls out for her child to be careful. As he disappears, she speaks to the palace maids. “I still think about the day of his birth. The gods clearly blessed him. He’s going to be a wonderful Pharoah one day.”
The child runs back, joy shining in his eyes. In one hand he carries the dismembered head of a rabbit, blood still dripping from where the rest of his body should be. The child’s lips are curled into a razor-sharp smile, ruby red splotches covering his face.
“Such a good boy!” Hatshepsut praised her son, wiping the blood with her thumb. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up.” He looks up at his mother with pride… and then his head slowly turns towards you. The razor-sharp smile remains, but the eyes… look hungry.
Once more the vision changes. Hatshepsut’s face is older now. She sits beside her son, a younger Iahotep who lounges at the throne. Zoser walks in, whispering something in the pharaoh’s ear. The Pharaoh looks at you. Finally, he speaks.
“You tried to kill my father, and now you try to kill me.” His voice is identical to Iahotep, down to the cadence in which he speaks. He stands from the throne and makes his way down the three steps until he is at your level. The guards force you to your knees. He looks down upon you.
“But you’ve been betrayed. And now you will die, for you haven’t learned…”
The guards grab you by your hair and force your head back, exposing your neck. A guard hands the Pharoah a sword. He points the blade to the left, before swinging it clean across your neck. Your body falls, and then your head rolls onto the ground.
As the disembodied head looks upon the throne at a sideways view, you see Hatshepsut the right of the throne, Zoser to the left and as the Pharoah walks up to it he starts to transform. The man who sits is not the man you once saw. The man who sits is Thoth, a Thoth with eyes of obsidian black.
“The throne of Egypt is mine.”
The intensity of battle often brought strange dreams.
Osorsen H'Moghadam woke from this one in particular without moving from his frozen state in the bed. Dark eyes opened to the night around him, staring at the canvas of his tent that was decidedly not the throne room. His head was still attached to his body, he could feel the sting of the wound that had cut across his back which proved that much. The general shifted slowly, sitting upright and letting his gaze adjust to the darkness as his heart rate returned to normal.
It had been one of the more vivid dreams he'd ever had, the way Hatshepsut had smelled, the wind off of the river, the warm slick feeling of blood on his skin. All of it had been exactly as he knew it to be. And Iahotep's face, grotesquely planted on the body of the child had been too exact. Oso took a few deep breaths, standing to pour himself a glass of wine before returning to the bed and settling himself in once more. He would have to sleep again at some point, the sun was nowhere near high enough for him to prepare for battle.
Shaking his head slightly, Osorsen forced himself to go through the dream once more. Hatshepsut had told him just before he left that she believed the child she carried was his. The timing worked out, if what she said about her cycle was true. They would be sure in the coming months, whether the babe was born early and healthy or as anticipated. If the child was Iahotep's...there were different ways to deal with such a thing. Perhaps it would be a girl, and pose little threat in future. He had to first find a way to get rid of Iahotep before he could do anything to stake his claim on Hatshepsut or the throne.
It was something to be dealt with in the future. Hatshepsut would never turn on him in such a way, nor would Zoser. Of both of those things he was absolutely certain. The three of them had suffered enough at the hands of the man who called himself pharaoh, who had lied and cheated his way to the throne and the hand of the girl he loved. In time they could deal with it. Now he had to focus on staying alive long enough to fight for the family he longed for. His son would rule Egypt one day, of that he was certain. The monster in the dream would never come to pass, it was a nightmare, that was all. What he'd seen was a dream and nothing more.
Laying back on the bed, he settled the cup that had held his wine on the floor beside him. His eyes closed once more, a flash of Hatshepsut and the child with Iahotep's face, of Zoser leaning over the throne crossed the back of his lids once more, but he took a deep breath, blowing it out with the memory of the last time he'd been with Hatshepsut warming everything over instead of the cold dream that had tried to freeze his heart.
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The intensity of battle often brought strange dreams.
Osorsen H'Moghadam woke from this one in particular without moving from his frozen state in the bed. Dark eyes opened to the night around him, staring at the canvas of his tent that was decidedly not the throne room. His head was still attached to his body, he could feel the sting of the wound that had cut across his back which proved that much. The general shifted slowly, sitting upright and letting his gaze adjust to the darkness as his heart rate returned to normal.
It had been one of the more vivid dreams he'd ever had, the way Hatshepsut had smelled, the wind off of the river, the warm slick feeling of blood on his skin. All of it had been exactly as he knew it to be. And Iahotep's face, grotesquely planted on the body of the child had been too exact. Oso took a few deep breaths, standing to pour himself a glass of wine before returning to the bed and settling himself in once more. He would have to sleep again at some point, the sun was nowhere near high enough for him to prepare for battle.
Shaking his head slightly, Osorsen forced himself to go through the dream once more. Hatshepsut had told him just before he left that she believed the child she carried was his. The timing worked out, if what she said about her cycle was true. They would be sure in the coming months, whether the babe was born early and healthy or as anticipated. If the child was Iahotep's...there were different ways to deal with such a thing. Perhaps it would be a girl, and pose little threat in future. He had to first find a way to get rid of Iahotep before he could do anything to stake his claim on Hatshepsut or the throne.
It was something to be dealt with in the future. Hatshepsut would never turn on him in such a way, nor would Zoser. Of both of those things he was absolutely certain. The three of them had suffered enough at the hands of the man who called himself pharaoh, who had lied and cheated his way to the throne and the hand of the girl he loved. In time they could deal with it. Now he had to focus on staying alive long enough to fight for the family he longed for. His son would rule Egypt one day, of that he was certain. The monster in the dream would never come to pass, it was a nightmare, that was all. What he'd seen was a dream and nothing more.
Laying back on the bed, he settled the cup that had held his wine on the floor beside him. His eyes closed once more, a flash of Hatshepsut and the child with Iahotep's face, of Zoser leaning over the throne crossed the back of his lids once more, but he took a deep breath, blowing it out with the memory of the last time he'd been with Hatshepsut warming everything over instead of the cold dream that had tried to freeze his heart.
The intensity of battle often brought strange dreams.
Osorsen H'Moghadam woke from this one in particular without moving from his frozen state in the bed. Dark eyes opened to the night around him, staring at the canvas of his tent that was decidedly not the throne room. His head was still attached to his body, he could feel the sting of the wound that had cut across his back which proved that much. The general shifted slowly, sitting upright and letting his gaze adjust to the darkness as his heart rate returned to normal.
It had been one of the more vivid dreams he'd ever had, the way Hatshepsut had smelled, the wind off of the river, the warm slick feeling of blood on his skin. All of it had been exactly as he knew it to be. And Iahotep's face, grotesquely planted on the body of the child had been too exact. Oso took a few deep breaths, standing to pour himself a glass of wine before returning to the bed and settling himself in once more. He would have to sleep again at some point, the sun was nowhere near high enough for him to prepare for battle.
Shaking his head slightly, Osorsen forced himself to go through the dream once more. Hatshepsut had told him just before he left that she believed the child she carried was his. The timing worked out, if what she said about her cycle was true. They would be sure in the coming months, whether the babe was born early and healthy or as anticipated. If the child was Iahotep's...there were different ways to deal with such a thing. Perhaps it would be a girl, and pose little threat in future. He had to first find a way to get rid of Iahotep before he could do anything to stake his claim on Hatshepsut or the throne.
It was something to be dealt with in the future. Hatshepsut would never turn on him in such a way, nor would Zoser. Of both of those things he was absolutely certain. The three of them had suffered enough at the hands of the man who called himself pharaoh, who had lied and cheated his way to the throne and the hand of the girl he loved. In time they could deal with it. Now he had to focus on staying alive long enough to fight for the family he longed for. His son would rule Egypt one day, of that he was certain. The monster in the dream would never come to pass, it was a nightmare, that was all. What he'd seen was a dream and nothing more.
Laying back on the bed, he settled the cup that had held his wine on the floor beside him. His eyes closed once more, a flash of Hatshepsut and the child with Iahotep's face, of Zoser leaning over the throne crossed the back of his lids once more, but he took a deep breath, blowing it out with the memory of the last time he'd been with Hatshepsut warming everything over instead of the cold dream that had tried to freeze his heart.
