Blood and Sand

Horus was getting bored of the repetitive battles he had seen unfold, day after day in the desert. The Greeks were irritatingly disciplined; their lines of men held up well even in the face of the Pharoah’s chariots. There were more Egyptian bodies littering the sand that he would like.

Strong leaders he mused, as he watched the Colchian King and then his sons. It was an annoyance to see them hold their own, even amongst the lands that the Pharoah’s men should dominate. Each day he had waited for Iahotep to pres for an advantage, to crush these Greek pests. It was growing tiresome, and he did not like seeing so much Egyptian blood lost. Whatever Sekhmet’s great plan was, it was taking too long. His eyes were sharp and he saw the seas. The Pharoah’s goal of sailing to claim the greek land he so coveted would not happen if they did not break from this stalemate.



The last batch of greeks had all but fallen apart once their King had gone, and Harsiseis had marked it well. Dismantling their armies from the top seemed singularly more efficient than throwing more men haphazardly at the problem which, embarrassingly, seemed the approach the Pharoah was taking. Horus was beginning to tire of him too.



With a dissatisfied sigh, the God turned his gaze away from the supposed King of Kings and looked back to the Greeks. Not one to meddle in mortal affairs unless there was good reason - irritating Set excluded - Horus was beginning to think he might have to this time. He knew his Uncle already interceded, but perhaps it was time for something a little more useful than a sandstorm. He counted off those kings and princes of Greece. If a man had enough sons to risk two in the same battle, then he obviously had plenty to go around.



Harsiseis narrowed his gaze a little and then shifted, his immortal form morphing into that of the falcon he so preferred. The wings of the creature beat a few times, stirring the breeze in the Du’at, and then it rose higher and higher before plunging into a dive, straight into the crystal waters that the God watched the immortal world through.



Horus would go and take a closer look.