Land of death

A terrible period of drought hit the whole of Egypt. In the fields there was hardly enough food to feed the people, the lakes and rivers only held a fraction of the precious water that they otherwise gave away. Anger and resentment spread in the Egyptians, because their oh so great Pharaoh Akanumkanon was not able to save his suffering people despite his power. He wasted far too much time with his son, it was said by some wicked tongues. According to rumors, the coronation of the prince should take place soon, replacing the pharaoh and leading his country into better times. But hardly anyone could really believe in it. Their king had promised them for far too long that they would no longer have to starve and care for their children, but in time all hope turned to dust. Just like the water in the wells of the villages, which was so vital to Egypt.
A sharp pain spread in the pharaoh's head.He had been feeling this pain for some time and it got stronger and stronger. He himself was very old, experienced, and always been a good ruler in better times. But now he felt that his time had come. He wasn't afraid of death, certainly not. So he knew that he would be welcomed into the world of the gods, sit by their side and watch over what he had left behind. But he was still alive and put all his energy into his son. Akanumkanon's eyes burned from the dust and scorching heat, and his skin began to ache and burn like fire too. Even for an old man who was well acquainted with the perils of the desert, this dry spell was torture. The king found it harder and harder to breathe and his breath gasped like an old animal.
"Are you all right, father?", He suddenly heard a voice that made its way through the clouds of heat that clouded his head.A young, stately man with blond-black hair, which was slightly purple in color, entered the throne room, bowed briefly, as it should be, and approached the throne. "It's okay. Did you do what Mahado told you to do?" He asked a little dryly and closed his tired eyes for a moment. "Of course." His son replied, frowning. He had never seen his father so exhausted and exhausted as in the last few days and weeks. He was well aware that his people suffered and that this suffering also caused a deep pain in his father's heart. "You should rest a bit.", He suggested carefully, so he knew that his father was a very temperamental man, despite his age and his kindness, who did not like to be told anything. "The hunger and the heat don't rest either. And so I can't rest either," was the only response from the Pharaoh. "You'd better devote yourself to your free time.Enjoy them my son, because soon you will take my place as ruler and be responsible for all these people and their well-being. "The prince only nodded briefly and finally left the throne room.
He never wanted to be a prince himself. Of course, it had its good points. In some rooms of the palace it was always pleasantly cool, no matter how the sun burned down, and he never had to worry about food or drink either. Yet. Taking responsibility for all of Egypt gave him more than just a headache. Another point of concern was the fact that his father wanted him to find a wife until his coronation. But that was easier said than done. How many young women fought to become Queen of Egypt? The prince's good looks were well known throughout the country, and accordingly was the number of women who were interested in him. But, the young man was sure, most of them were more addicted to infinite wealth, fame and power than to himself.He had seen many. Beautiful women, yes, but so far there has not been a single one he was really drawn to.
The prince marched slowly towards the palace garden and sat there on the edge of a fountain. Concerned, his forehead wrinkled in worry, he looked into the water and looked at his own reflection. He was about to close his eyes when he heard a loud squeak behind him. "Prince!" It squeaked from behind him, before a quirky, brown-haired girl jumped out from behind one of the trees. "Don't tell Mahado that I'm here, otherwise there will be trouble again.", She murmured and sat down next to the heir to the throne. He just grinned. The young girl managed every time to dispel her bad mood and bad thoughts. The two had known each other since they were little children. "Mana, how often should I tell you to call me by name!" He replied and looked at her seriously for a moment."Tse .. as you wish .. Atemu.", She added a little snuggly and cheekily stuck her tongue out at her counterpart. She was one of the few who still treated the prince like a normal person without noble blood. That was what he loved so much about his girlfriend, because sometimes there was nothing better for him than someone who understood him and spoke to him as if he were anyone, just not the son of Pharaoh. "You shouldn't run away all the time, otherwise you will never pass your exams.", He said a little thoughtfully and gave her a penetrating look. Mana, however, only cocked her head and shrugged. "Oh nonsense. I'm a natural! You see!", She said somewhat arrogantly and pulled out her wand. She mumbled a few formulas and before she knew it, a fountain of water splashed out of the well and hit her right in the face. She sat there, somewhat puzzled and frightened, with soaking wet hair that hung wildly over her face and a look no less astonished.Atemu couldn't hold back the laugh and snorted loudly. "Hey! That's not nice!", She snapped at her friend and began to splash him with water. The prince immediately got involved in this little game and right away.
Their hustle and bustle was quickly interrupted when they heard a deep throat clearing behind them. "Don't you think it's a bit reckless to waste water when the whole country is in a drought?" Said an old, white-bearded man who had a strange golden eye. Atemu knew him all too well, after all he was his uncle. However, he never really liked him, he had always been monstrous. The prince had long suspected that his father's brother was just too wild for the throne and would have liked nothing more than to stab the pharaoh in the back with a knife. "Of course," he replied wisely and finally got up. "Mana, you should go back to Mahado-sama now before he bursts with anger.", he said to his playmate and finally went back inside.
The terrible, increasingly worsening condition of Egypt was not hidden from the gods either. Concerned, they looked at the land they owned and discussed what to do. They had tried several times to end the drought with their unimaginable powers, but even they had not succeeded. One thing they knew, this period of drought was not in their power, nor was it fate that had conspired against them. A dark power that even managed to defy them was eating away at the land and it seemed to get stronger and stronger.
A young girl with seemingly endless white hair roamed the streets of Egypt. The color of her mane was as rare as the piercing green eyes that flashed from her face like two emeralds. Some stared at her strangely, cursed and feared her, but that didn't seem to bother her very much.There was an aura around her that seemed to make her superior to the others and to be inviolable. People's suffering tore deep wounds in their hearts, even if it wasn't someone's heart. She had different feelings, didn't know love, family and trust. She was from another world, similar to that of humans and yet completely different. If she could have cried, she would certainly have, because she had never seen the people of Egypt suffer so much. After all, she was now almost three hundred years old and had known many a bad time the country had to endure. // The poor people. How terribly they have to suffer ..// A high priest would have recognized them immediately, but the common people lacked the spiritual energy to do so. They had long since doubted their gods and began to become blind to their signs and their power. So it was no wonder that no one recognized the deity of love and fertility in this strange girl, Bastet, who was worshiped as the cat goddess in many villages.Rarely, but every good ten years, did she roam the country to take a look at people's development and to convince herself that everything was going as it should. But it wasn't like that. Definitely not.
Atemu had retired to his rooms again, so he had no great desire to run into his hated uncle again. The prince was a thorn in his side, he knew that, and so he didn't attach great importance to his company. A soft breeze brushed his cheeks and played with his golden blonde hair. His rooms were some of the few that were on the shady side of the palace, so the temperature there was always reasonably pleasant. Slowly he let himself slide onto his large, soft bed, covered with satin and the finest silk, and closed his aching eyes. His coronation was getting closer with each day that his father's health deteriorated, he was certain of that.The thought of soon being alone without that leading voice that had accompanied him all the years up to now stuck in his throat like a big lump that got bigger and bigger.

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