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supscoolbitch · 2 years ago

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Once long ago…

Description : Once long ago in a unknown kingdom, the gods decided the human world need to be ruled by themselves due to the idiotic nature of rulers. They came down and disguised themselves and came to each kingdom, claiming it. The word got around that the gods had came to earth looking for a wife to bore them children. So when the god of life, satoru gojo, comes to take the throne, he also finds himself with a merchants daughter.

TW : drinking, cussing, patriarchal society, mentions of forced marriage, catcalling, slut shaming, murder, torture, women being treated as objects, virginity loss, rough sex, pussy slapping

A/N: Lol guys I thought of this in biology. Also should I do a part 2?

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The flowers are in bloom, the trees are green, the wind sings with life. Spring was here. The cobblestone pavement was freshly filled with very few people out due to the beginning of the season. The scent of herbs fill the street as the occasional screams of women birthing there children.

As spring entered so did the new herd of babes being born due to them all being conceived in the early fall. As in our religion it says that children born in the spring will bring greatness and fall being fertility just adds up to a lot of newborns.

That will be me this time next year. The thought scares me beyond imaginable. Though I have escaped it for 6 years by being a midwife, my parents have decided that I will be married by the end of summer.

My father, a prominent merchant in our community, has decided that as his only daughter, I must continue the heritage and birth soon. I have thought deeply about it and though I hate it, I’m grateful I got to live a life before I was forced to settle down. By 14 all my friends had been married off and at 17 they all had at least 2 kids.

Now I’m 19 and as my parents say “fully developed mentally and physically for marriage and children.” It disgusts me that a man most likely 2 times my age will force me to carry his seed and breed me till I have no use.

But overall at least I had the opportunity to learn to write, read, do mathematics, and have a job. Most women will never have that luxury and will die at the hands of their husband or the government too young.

My mother has been talking about the event that will be taking place of august 13th, where men and women come to find partners. She and her friends have been gossiping about what I’ll wear, what my hair will be, etc. But also about the fact that the king has announced that the 3 gods of the universe have came to our land, actually all the lands demanding the right to the kingdom. The city of Redi, my home, was last.

It is said on the 13th, the god of life, the great satoru gojo, Will reveal himself along with the other gods and become the ruler of a new world. Now what was not announced but is still believed is that he was looking for a queen, a women to give him children and have the honor of being his companion.

I am dragged out of my thoughts of the future when a blood curtailing scream that came from a town home only a few feet ahead. Another screamed followed not even 30 seconds later.

Without thinking I ran into the home and followed the screams. I had my bag with me even though I had been discharged from duty a week ago. I turned through the oak door to see a women on her side, legs spread with blood flowing on everything. “Oh my lord why isn’t a doctor here.”

I quickly put on my gloves and got out my old equipment. “Ma’am I’m going to need you to lie flat on the bed.” I really hated when women gave birth on there backs, but if they are already there you can’t change it extensively. “gojo fuck oh my I can’t do this.” I look up at her to see a girl not older then 15 lying down. “Yes you can, now please I need you to push.” When she’s pushing I start to question. Where are her parents? Why wasn’t there a doctor here helping her? Where is her husband? Why is she here all alone? It all clicks in one moment. “Ma’am you aren’t married and your parents don’t know about the pregnancy, do they.” Her eyes go wide and face pales at my words.

“No, no no no you have it all wrong I-” “don’t try to deny it, why would you be here all alone, giving birth with no doctors to help.” She quiets at my words. “Look I’m not going to report you, now I don’t know why your here but I’m going to assume your a good person. I know the shit rules they have and I’m not going to let any harm come to you or your baby.” I look her dead in the eye as her face relaxes more.

“Look imma need you to push, your almost there I can see the head.” Her hard pained cries lead to the soft cries of innocence. A small child lies in my hands, a cord connecting itself with the mother. I cut the cord and stand up bring the babe to the mother.

“I, I made that?” She asks quietly as she holds the young child in her arms. “Yes, yes you did, and I think you need a name for that boy.” Her eyes widen as she looks down at her son.

I go to the bottom of the bed and start to examine her to make sure everything is okay. A small amount of blood leaks out but nothing bad considering she pushed a human out of her. I sanitize my utensils as she breastfeeds her babe.

“You will need vitamins for you and the babe.” I turn to her, drying off my hands. “ I know” she replies without looking up. “Well I must be on my way.” I grab my bag and start to walk out the door. “Wait” I pause and turn around. “I cannot thank you enough, me and my son would not be here today if it weren’t for you.” She cradles him as tears fill her eyes. “It was not a problem, now I really must be on my way. Have a great life.”

As I walk down the path, the street lights turn on as screams of mother will still be heard throughout the night. I space out when I feel my body bump into another’s. I fall forwards and land on my hands and knees. “Are you okay?” I lift my head to see the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on.

The white hair was like a cold chill on a winter night, but the electric blue eyes of summer look down upon me. Prefect lips, prefect nose, prefect face, what seems to be prefect body, prefect full wallet.

Silence consumes the air for a few seconds. “Am I dead?” I look up at the man waiting for a answer. Had I fell and hit my head so hard that my brain bled out and now I’m bowing in front of the reincarnation of a god.

“What?” Now the man’s face is completely confused and concerned. “Am. I. Dead. ”I say straight forward, not believing what is standing before me. “ uh no I don’t think so.” I lean back on my knees to see that blood drips down my palms, onto my black, knee length skirt. “Oh my we need to get you to a clinic immediately.” He rushes to get me up “ what are you talking about it’s just a scratch?”

Now it was my turn to be confused. It was a mere cut and now he thinks I’m dying? “Your bleeding at the stomach.” I look at my shirt to see blood on my chest, stomach and lower abdomen. “What but I don’t feel any-” the delivery. Well shit how do I explain this. “ oh my sir I promise that’s not mine-” “ well who’s blood is it? Are you a killer?” Shock replaces the questioning look on my face. “No no no sir promise I-“ “ then why are you covered in blood?”

“I can’t tell you.” He looks at me confused. “Then how do I know you are not a murder?” Me? A killer? That’s an insane idea but the more I look at him the more dangerous he seems. His tall frame gives him a eerie aura, his looks could get him anyone, but his personality seems off.

Checking the time it appears to be 7:42. I realize what time it and how late I am for my curfew. I was suppose to be home at 7 but from delivering a babe to being stopped by this man has put a wrench in that.

But it’s also a custome to be home before 7 for young umarried women. It’s common because during this time usually rowdy unpredictable men that can easily overpower most are drunk and unwatched. Also able bodied mothers, wives and widows are out by themself or with their partners. So when they see a lonely young women the usually assume she is unmarried. But if the wrong person sees a unmarried women out this late they will gossip around town, making the women seem unfit to wed therefore she will most likely never find a husband.

Then I realized that if someone saw me, bloody, alone, unmarried, and without reasoning they would turn me in. Looking back up at the mysterious man I realize what I will have to do to stay safe.

“Give me your jacket” I whispered

His face contorted in confusion “huh?”

People slowly stayed to stare at us, questioning looks sent our way. Suddenly I feel the weighted of his jacket on my shoulders, warming them. He pulls me into his chest and I start to rub my eyes against his black shirt to create the look of running makeup.

The sound of footsteps get closer when a voice breaks them. “Are you okay?” A man’s voice speaks. I lift my head to see a heavy set man standing with a women on his arm. A small gasp leave both of their lips when they see my face.

The white haired man tugs me closer and sighs. “Honestly, no. We have just found out we have lost our child in the womb. We had been trying for so long, but it must not have been meant to join us here. Maybe the king of the fields took interest, whatever it is they have joined the afterlife along with my parents.” He says in a calm but sad voice.

“Oh my gojo I am so sorry for your loss.” The women voice seeps with sorrow. I have always been a considerably good actor so when tears fill my eyes the couple quickly takes their leave.

People passing give pitiful looks at what seems to be a husband comforting his wife. I quickly glance to see the couple gone in which then I look up at the man.

“Beyond town there’s a place we can talk.” I grab his hand and take the lead. The street is filled with lights. After a while of walking and talking about our similar passion for knowledge, and food. We begin to discuss the idea of the stars when suddenly I was hit with the smell of fresh pastries.

I look down the street to see a sign ‘moonlight bakery.’ Along the sides are windows and painting of the god of night, Gēto Suguru.

I look up at the tall man with black sunglasses now covering his eyes. “We should get some pastries.” I point out. He looks to where my eyes lead and I immediately feel a tug on my wrist.

When we enter the shop a old lady greets us. The lights are blinding but we continue to walk to the glass case where the sweet treats lay. Hundreds of them lie together with small paper on each telling the ingredients in each.

A small sigh leaves the ladies lips. “Young love brings memories.” She says sweetly as if she’s reminiscing old memories. “How has your night been?” We both stop fiddling with each others hands. A low sigh leaves his soft luscious lips. “We found out our child was lost in the field of reeds. We had been trying for awhile.” He says with a sad smile. The ladies smile drops and is replaced with sadness.

“Oh my I’m so sorry that happened to you.” She sounds as if she’s about to cry. The attractive man’s small smile grows with a sadness in his eyes. “It shall be fine eventually. We are here to celebrate their new life in the field of reeds.”

Her face is still traumatized from the newfound information. “What shall we get darling?” His voice pulls me out of my thoughts. “I truly do not know.” I look through the glass. “Well I must take care of you, we will take 2 of everything you got.”

My eyes widen in shock, as does the ladies. “Wait I don’t have the money for that?!” I quickly answer. He looks amused, like what I had said was a joke. “Darling I am not one to take my lady out to not pay for her treats.” His smile widens to the point of where is pearls are shinning.

I have no words as she packs our sweets. Suddenly I feel a pair of soft, moist lips against the tip of my nose. Immediately my face rushes red and I hide in his shoulder. I hear him laugh along with the lady. “You two are really prefect. I wish you the best of luck with conception.” She smiles gently and waves us to us as we walk out.

Walking down the streets we eat our sweets and rate them till we reach a set of trees and bamboo. A small opening on the far right makes me grab his wrist and pull him through.

When we get out of the darkness a large flat stone is in front of us. With a sight tilt you could see the smaller rocks that surround a small pond with a steam of water falling off a rock.

The water glints in the moonlight and bounces onto the rock. I gently tug his wrist as I climb onto the large rock. When we reach the top he lifts his glasses to get a better view.

His electric blue eyes shine against the water and moon. I lay flat of the rock just thinking of the future. I feel the eyes of a person stare into my soul.

“How did you find this place?” His voice is here but his mind is somewhere else. His eyes look into the sky.

“When I was younger my mother used to work at night. One day I was exploring when I thought I saw a monster so I ran throughout town till I reach the woods. I saw a opening and ran till I found this place.” I smile at the thought of the memory

“There really was never a monster. Apparently my mother was coming after me and I saw her shadow in the light of the moon.” I laugh thinking about how I feared such small things.

I turn to see the man looking at me in what seems like awe. I stare back. His eyes travel down to my abdomen that is still covered in blood.

“What happened?” His voice low and quiet.

I heavily sigh preparing to possibly give my last speech. “I was a midwife. I loved everything I did but 3 months ago my parents told me I must marry and have children. As you probably know, a women who works that is trying to get betrothed is undesirable. So I was forced to resign.” He nods

“But that does not explain why you are covered in blood?” He says in a questioning tone. “Yes I know. Today while I was walking I heard a terrible scream in the house I was passing. I went in to see what was happening to find a girl no older then 15 in labor with no doctors. I had my tools on me so I go and help her deliver her babe. It turns out she was disowned by her parents due to being pregnant out of wedlock. I thought nothing of it till you stopped me and that’s when I realized I could be murdered for what I had done. Not knowing what you would do I thought I would tell you here. It just I could be charged with accessory to a undocumented pregnancy and unlawful birth.”

I quickly take a breathe in. Realizing I could have sealed my death. But when I look at him his eyes were wide. His face was of one of pure shock. Lips were slightly parted and the wind slowly picked up so his hair blowed perfectly.

“Your an angel.”

Now I share the face shock. “Your a truly pure being.” He says as of talking to himself. I move over and cup my hands on the side of his jaw.

“are you okay?” I ask. He dosent respond so I crawl to him. His legs are a crossed so I climb over them. “Hey stupid answer me?” He comes back to the land of the living but he looks different. He looks happier with a evil grin.

I remove my self from his lap and now we just stare at each other.

“What’s your name?” I ask quietly.

“Can I ask you a question first?” He replies slyly.

“Okay?” I say in a confused tone

He smiles more. “Actually it’s two questions.” A playful tone in his voice

“Okay?” Even more confused.

“Pick one or two” “what?” “Pick one or two” “two?”

He grins and begins. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors that some of the gods came to earth to rule.” I nod “well me and my friends really did come down. Your current king was setting humanity on a path to extinction so we stepped in.”

Now I’m even more confused. My eyebrows furrow and my lips fall downwards. “I plan to take the throne in august 13 and declare this my kingdom.”

Then it hits me.

“Wait are you, are you a deity…” my voice is quiet and full of fear.

“Oh darling I’m more then a deity, I’m a god” his tone is lustful and playful. His eyes pull me in more.

“Now you can ask your question.” He says in a casual manner.

“What- what is your name?” I fear and desire the answer for the question. He smirks.

“Satoru Gojo.” The breathe is took from my lungs. I couldn’t say anything. I was in front of a living god.

I immediately move off the rock and get onto my knees and lay my head flat in the ground. I feel the cold, wet mud on my bloodied hands and knees along with my head.

I close my eyes and beg for forgiveness due to my rudeness. I hear something from the rock but do not dare to open my eyes. I feel a warm hand go into the mud and pick up my dirty chin.

When my head is lifted a voice breaks the silence.

“Open your eyes darling.”

I slowly open my eyes to be met with the brillant blue eyes staring me in my eyes.

“Promise me you will never bow to me, to anyone.” His voice is dead serious. My eyes widen and I shake my head up and down. But he just shakes his head back and forth.

“Words”

“I promise I won’t bow to anyone.”

A smile breaks out on his lips. He grabs my hands and helps me up. Now we stand facing each other. Though I’m straining my neck to see his eyes. Suddenly I remember something.

“Didn’t you have two questions?”

“Well yes I did.”

Now we just stare at each other smiling.

One moment I had to look up at him but now he was on his knees.

“ A man had promised that if I met a partner in earth and married them he would play me in poker again. I know I haven’t known you for long but marry me. I will treat you like a queen and you will never experience unwanted pain again.”

I stare at him

“You don’t even know my name mr and you expect me to marry you.” I say in a playful tone.

“Well may I know this beauty’s name?”

I blush “y/n l/n”

His smirks grows “well miss y/n will you marry me”

I fake sigh “well I guess mr gojo.” His smile was contagious.

Suddenly I’m off the ground and I’m mid air. We laughing. When we make eye contact he looks at me before pulling me in for a kiss.

I quickly push back and we both fall to the ground. “Oh my I’m so sorry it’s just that. Uh well I don’t really know how to…” quietness is in the air.

“Have you never kissed someone?” He asks honestly. “Well no, it’s prominent that we try to not till we are betrothed.” My face flushes at the inexperience I have when it comes to things like this.

“Hey it’s okay I’ll teach you!” He crawls to me and pulls me into his lap. Now his legs hang off the rock and I sit on his lap.

“Ok so your practically going to put your lips on mine and I’ll take it from there. Got it?” His eyes search for a answer. “Uh yeah okay but do I need to do anything with my lips?”

He smiles lightly “nope.” He grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him. Our noses are touching and we are dead set in each others eyes. “Can I kiss you?” The whisper comes from his lips.

“Yes.” Is all I need to say before our lips collide. The warmth of ourselves pore into the other. My hands climb his body till I find his soft hair and keep my hands there.

We slowly pull away and just stare, drool covered my lips.

Small pants fill the air.

“Let’s go to our house, wife.”

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niki1973 · 2 years ago

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Heroes of Nagato (Ancient Egypt Historical Fiction)

Imagine living in a place where just turning the corner bring you face to face with stalls upon stalls with merchants of every kind, people everywhere, talking, bartering, and laughing. The most calm and peaceful city in which to live.

As I turn the corner, I stand and admire the sites before me. As I walk towards work, I glace at all the stalls as I walk by, stalls made of mood, painted in vibrant colors, some with drapes, some without. The first stalls have a variety of skirts and kalasiris. A kalasiris is a long sheath dress, very form fitting. They are very mute in color. It isn’t very often that either are colorful here, because the Nagada culture uses color accents, like jewelry, to accentuate our clothing.

One stall has a poet offering to write an ode to your love for you. I don’t think he gets much work; he is very thing and frail looking. Of all our people, his name is very original, William. He sings his poems ‘William the Bloody’. I feel bad for him, because his poems are not particularly good, but he tries, and I try and purchase a poem every now and again.

The next stall has two of my friends who work there. They sell the most beautifully painted, hand-crafted pottery. They use clay that has a rich burgundy hue. They paint unique designs on them, or sometimes just a simple black line at the top. They are very high-quality products. Amunet and Nephthys are sisters, one year a part in age. They look very similar, long straight black hair, smooth golden skin, and deep dark brown eyes. They are both tall and slender, but that is where the similarities end. Amunet, who is 21, has a strongly feminine personality, face always full of makeup, and wears an over abundance of gems and jewels. Nephthys on the other hand, is more athletic, her makeup and jewels are minimum. She and I are very similar in that way.

Next, I pass some stalls selling makeup, jewelry and gems. I spend most of my coins here. I’m not much for makeup, but gems and jewels are always catching my eyes. The hues are so rich and vibrant, I would happily buy all of it if I could.

Oh, by the way, I’m Hatshepsut, Hep for short. I’m a barista at one of the food stalls with another friend, Cleopatra, Cleo for short. I am of average height, and I’m 22 years old. My hair is black, which is very common in this area, I keep it short. Although I am female born, I present myself as male, hence hep for short. I feel fortunate that our culture is accepting of this. I hear of other places where people will kill others for wanted to be themselves.

Cleo and I work as baristas at a food stall. We handle drinks while two other handle the food. Our stall is not as exiting as others, we are most of a necessity. We serve plates of fruits, vegetables, and sandwiches, along with warm bean water or warm herbal leaf water. The bean water is much more popular. Also, our clientele is mostly the construction workers, which include two other of my friends, Khalil and Ammon.

Both Khalil and Ammon are muscular in stature and working in construction has also made them strong. Ammon has red hair, and when he smiles it’s like looking at the face of Ramses II, the Pharaoh. Khalil’s eyes are ocean blue and seem to sparkle when he is being mischievous.

Now Ramses, not the pharaoh, but Ammon’s younger brother, thought of himself as the reincarnation of Ramsay II. He is a musician, and his female audience treat him as if he was the Ramses II. He and Ammon look identical but siblings in Nagada also do. Ramses is very talented and does very well as a musician, but truth be told, his parents wanted him to be like Ammon and go into construction. We all took may walks in the middle of the night when he would have arguments with his parents about his work life.

There is another stall I got o everyday. It’s a very humble stall, but its full of colorful drapes. It’s the seers stall, Neith. She is frighteningly accurate when doing readings but has not yet mastered her visions. Neith is a descendant of Nefertiti and just as beautiful. She has long black hair, but there is wave in her hair, like who the ocean moves. Her eyes are as dark as the night sky, and her skin as soft as silk. We have been together for almost three years. Next month, on our anniversary, I will ask her to wed me. Cleo & Khalil have been helping me with the proposal preparations. I know she will say yes, but I am still nervous.

I walk over to say good morning before our day starts. Our stalls are far apart, so I won’t be able to see her till the end of day. As I walk away, our arms stretched out, wanted to keep holding her hand, I say, “Later luv, hugs and kisses.” She smiles sweetly and says “same”.

As I walk back to my work stall, I notice a lot of murmuring. There is always lots of people talking, but today, the conversations seem to be more of a hush, like they are talking of something unnatural. I get to work and Cleo, who has long curly hair, has already opened the booth for the bean water clientele. I take an apron and jump in and start my day.

Throughout the day, I hear bits and parts of stories, about 1 missing boy and 2 other boys who were found dead in the middle of the night. That must have been what the murmurs from this morning were. With every bit of story that we heard, Cleo and I kept glancing at each other. Stuff like this doesn’t happen often, or at least, not to the point where everyone is talking about it. It’s usually kept pretty hush-hush.

After work that night, we all meet at my place, which is just around the corner from the stalls. My house is looks very common, made of bricks and has three rooms inside, kitchen-living room, bedroom and washroom. As I get in, I start preparing food for the friends, Cleo usually helps me. As the others start arriving, some start setting the table while the others take out some of our books.

While we eat, we start discussing the problem of the day, the disappearance of the boy and what happened to the other two boys. Ammon picked up some news parchments for research. All three were from the same locality, just 4 rows away from our market. As we finish our meal, we agree to our respective jobs; Kahlil, Ammon, Nephthys and I go on patrol, Ramses and Cleo with go try and find information from the doctors on what killed the boys, and Amunet and Neith while stay behind channel the spirit world and see if they have any information as well. Amunet is not a seer but is very interested in the occult and Neith insists that it can be thought. And with that, we go our separate ways to meet again in a couple of hours with our findings.

Upon everyone’s return to my place, we all take turns informing the others of our respective finds. Cleo and Ramses are the first to get back, so they, along with Amunet and Neith, start their discussions. Cleo and Ramses were able to get information from the doctors, who as they said, seemed very worried and confused. The two boys seemed to be eaten by some animal, limbs and clothes were torn to shreds. The biggest confusion is that the animal had gone into their houses and dragged out through the windows, according to eyewitnesses. By the time the guards found the boys, they had already passed. The third boy has not yet been found. Neith had a vision of three different animals, each one attacking one of the boys. But since she hasn’t mastered visions yet, she is unsure how to interpret it.

As we walk into my house, we hear the conversation and see the four of them with books open, scribbling on parchments, trying to make sense of things. Khalil, Ammon, Nephthys and I walk in, looking better for ware, and just slink into the sofa, quiet at first, taking mental notes at what we just went through. They look at us, the scribbling and talking stops, and the quiet becomes heavy. Once we compose ourselves, I take a deep breath and start telling them about our night.

“There’s been a fourth victim,” I say with melancholy. “This….creature… was hauling him out of a window, but the boy wasn’t moving or screaming, he was alive, but not fighting to get free. We tried to get to him in time, but the creature turned a corner and when we turned the same corner, it and the boy was gone. It took a while to find him, it was 5 rows over. The boy was lifeless, and the creature just stared at us. We attacked it but it fought well and eventually got away.”

This is when Neith jumped in and asked what the creature looked like. The four of us looked confusedly at each other and then all tried to explain what we saw. Khalil and Nephthys said the creature was a hippopotamus. Ammon swears it was a lion, and I swear it was a crocodile. “Which is why we call it a creature; we can’t agree as to what we saw.”

Everyone was rightly confused, except for Neith. She immediately got up and ran to one of the open books. We all just watched her flip the parchments and throw unneeded books to the ground until “AHA!!” she said very excitedly, but then her brows furrowed, and she looked at us very worried like.

“What?” I ask as I get up and walk over to her.

“Ammit”, she says, “Ammit is the only creature that explains what you all saw, but he’s from the spirit realm, he’s not a corporal form.”

‘I beg to differ, the scratches on my arm would argue differently.”

Neith then explains to us that Ammit is a non-corporal creature from the afterlife and is the devourer of the dead. She eats only the ones Anubis deems impure.

“Ammit explains your vision!” exclaimed Amunet. Neith nodded her head solemnly, then said, “yeah, but how do you kill something that’s already dead? Or make him incorporeal again?

That was the question of the night. It was a night of research. Our stalls will not be open the next day, but we had to get to the bottom of this. Although we work like most everyone else, we are the ones the police go to when the problems are of a supernatural nature. So, our research begins.

….A few moments later…

Just kidding. We all start doing research in our own way. Ramses and Cleo go to talk to the elders, hopefully they have some information. Amunet and Neith start pulling books and start researching. The rest of us go out on patrol. Ammon and Neith go one way, Khalil and I go the other.

About halfway thru the night, we couldn’t find any traces of Ammit. But on our way back home, we are suddenly standing face to face with the Goddess Ma’at, and he’s asking for our help. We head back to the house with the Goddess Ma’at. Ammon and Nephthys were still out patrolling, but everyone else had come back. When we walked in with the Goddess Ma’at, everyone became silent and then bowed in respect to the Goddess.

Ma’at was searching for Ammit and she did not know how she escaped. However, her first order of business was to catch Ammit and make her incorporeal again. She explained we need to find a gold ring with an emerald stone shaped like a scarab beetle. The last sighting of this ring was over 100 years ago.

I sighed, wishing we could have some good luck sometimes, but Amunet spoke up and said that she remembers seeing this type of ring in her grand-mother’s things. And without letting anyone say anything, she was off and running to her place. All her grand-mother’s things were in her attic ever since she came to stay with them.

While she was gone, the Goddess Ma’at gave us the instructions on how to turn Ammit incorporeal again. We only need to touch her forehead with the jewel and poof, incorporeal. The ring had been made especially for retuning incorporeal things to their incorporeal state. Now we just had to hope that the ring Amunet remembers is the same ring the Goddess Ma’at spoke of.

Amunet ran back into the house, clearly out of breath, and tried to hand the ring to the Goddess Ma’at, but she stepped back. We all stood aback and stared. The Goddess Ma’at explained that it would work on her too, and until Ammit is back, she needed to stay here to help as much as she could.

We still had 2 hours left before the sunlight, so we all went out patrolling. As we stepped out of the house, Nephthys and Ammon were just coming back, clearly, they had been in a scuffle. They told us they found Ammit and was just going to follow her around to make sure she didn’t harm anyone. But she found a target so they fought her off until the victim got away.

We all turned on our heals and heading to her last location and we would hunt her down from there. As we walked, we explained what we had found out. When we got to the ocean front, Ammit’s last location, the Goddess Ma’at made a noise, one in each direction. She said it was her call for Ammit. And sure enough, from the east came Ammit, running happily to the Goddess.

As she got closer, she stopped abruptly. The Goddess Ma’at told us to stay still, Ammit senses that we’re trying to trick her. The Goddess sat on the ground and called to Ammit again. We all took the cue and sat down as well. Ammit started approaching cautiously, it took about 25 minutes for her to trust we weren’t trying to trick her. When she finally got beside the Goddess Ma’at, she allowed the Goddess to pet her. During that time, Amunet passed me the ring and I slowly got closer and closer. Ma’at introduced me to Ammit, how let me pet her after sniffing me for about 5 minutes.

As I was petting her, I quickly touched her forehead with the ring and …poof!.... gone. The Goddess Ma’at thanked us and asked me to touch her forehead with the stone as well. I did, and poof…. gone as well.

We all looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. On our walk back home, Cleo asked a question that had us silent for the rest of the way… Who made Ammit corporal?

#acient egypt #fiction

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