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Neferet Sadek - The Sands of Time
« on: November 06, 2022, 08:09:55 PM »
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Glorious ancestors' past lost to sands of time,
the combined suffering of our souls intertwined.

Golden dunes of sands rolling ever far,
mired by the Walls of Ra like a scar.

Worship the gods and their blinding light,
while they turn their backs on our dark plight.

Outlander boots march through our lands seeking glory,
Respecting not our ways, our lore, and our stories.

Will the gods yet look?
Will the gods yet listen?

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Re: Neferet Sadek - The Sands of Time
« Reply #1 on: November 09, 2022, 06:44:36 PM »
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777 - The cool season
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Neferet tried her best to shut out the sounds of combat and anguish echoing across the sands of Har’Akir as darkness crept across the wastes. Iu-Amun, her father, insisted on taking the Sadeks’ only weapon, a scimitar of poor quality, and rushing out to protect Muhar and, more importantly, his millet fields. They lived in the outskirts of Muhar itself and Neferet hoped that would save them from the brunt of the invasion. Her dark eyes, wide and darting through the evening dusk, gazed about their sandstone home, ensuring the door was barred and all fires extinguished; a fire would only draw attention to their abode.

As night fell fully on the desert, the sounds of suffering and violence grew closer to Muhar. Guardsmen shouted commands over the ragtag militia as growls and roars resounded in turn. Neferet turned to her mother, Tiaa, and aided her to the back of their one-room home and clung to her for courage as they sat in the corner. The sounds of battle continued to press ever closer.

Suddenly, a dull thump and then a slight crack came from the palmwood door of their home as if something large was trying to force its way in. Neferet cast a worried look at her mother, who in turn mirrored a frightened expression of her own. In her mind, thin strands of hope still floated; perhaps the militia would save them or perhaps the door would hold. Her foolish expectations were quickly dashed, however, when another thunderous thump and a wood-splitting crack sounded from the door before it splintered revealing the shadowed image of a hulking humanoid.

A deep, gurgling laugh burbled up from the cracked lips of the giant figure as it stepped into the room. The troll, orange in hue and covered in boils, muttered some short utterance in its guttural language as it smiled wickedly down to the women. When it stepped forward, Neferet maneuvered herself in front of her sickly mother wishing to protect her. In a vain attempt, she held out her right hand to stop the troll and shield herself.

That was when "it" happened.

It first started as small static charges dancing between Neferet’s fingers, but as her fear grew, so did the electricity. Never experiencing the phenomenon, the electrical display on her hand fueled her terror like lantern oil on an open flame. The charges grew, slowly crawling up her arm and lashing from her fingers, like thin, miniature tentacles reaching through the air only to return to her hand. Her dark eyes darted around the room, looking for relief, escape, anything that would stop the world she found herself in. None were present and the realization of entrapment washed over her. Her mind became incapable of any reasoning as her horror mounted to a crescendo. A scream of fear and primordial power escaped her lips and rose above all the sounds of Muhar as a flash of crackling energy leapt forth from her heated hand and found itself in the troll’s chest.

Everything went black.

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Re: Neferet Sadek - The Sands of Time
« Reply #2 on: November 15, 2022, 07:26:24 PM »
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777 - The wet season
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“What is this?!” Iu-Amun demanded.

“It is unbecoming to ask questions with pre-knowledge of the answer, father,” Neferet answered coolly.

In his clenched left hand was an ivory scroll tube, both tube and scroll yellowed with age, his right hand gesticulating frantically with passion and rage.

“Speak not to me like such again, Neferet. I am still your father and this is still my house!” The light of the solitary lantern danced upon his aging face. “You refused my wishes once before. You could have had a simple, fruitful life with the one you were betrothed to and–”

She cut his thought short, “Yes, and you would have been given a bountiful bride price. You cared little how I felt, asking me to marry that swine! You only desired your weal–”

Before she could finish her utterance, Iu-Amun’s right hand flew swift as a cobra strike, landing its backside across Neferet’s right cheek. Tiaa, who had been silently watching with tear-stained cheeks during their fight, as she always had, let forth a gasp and managed to wedge herself between the two.

“Enough!” The sickly woman cried out with a raspy cough. Her movements, labored, caused her to stumble. Iu-Amun, with a look of concern, quickly came to her side to assist her. Neferet also tried to aid her feeble mother, but Iu-Amun forced her back.

“Look at what you have done,” his voice, soft but accusatory, rose above the spasmodic coughs of Tiaa.

“It was you who struck me, father.”

“I–” Tiaa coughed. “I said enough!” Her mother choked out as her father helped Tiaa to her bedroll.

Iu-Amun rose after aiding his sick wife and stood pensively for a moment. “Yes, it has been enough.” He looked down at the ivory scroll tube in his hand, walked determinedly to the new palmwood door of their abode, yanked it open, and tossed the tube onto the dark sands outside. “Such has no place in my home.”

His gaze leveled at Neferet, “The choice is yours, dear daughter. You may continue on this path of yours, but know you are not welcome here if you do.”

“Iu-Amun!” Tiaa shot up from her reclining position to sit completely upright. “Do not–”

Iu-Amun’s hand rose in a motion to silence his wife. “The choice is yours to make, daughter.”

Neferet’s mouth hung agape. Time slowed until it stood still as she looked first to the door, then to her father, and finally to her infirmed mother. Her eyes, her entire face, tried to communicate something, anything to Tiaa. Was it a promise? A plea for help? A goodbye? She was not entirely sure herself, but whatever Tiaa saw, Neferet knew it meant a thousand words.

With tears flowing freely down her cheeks, she walked out the door and into her new life… ivory scroll tube in hand.

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Re: Neferet Sadek - The Sands of Time
« Reply #3 on: November 22, 2022, 08:12:25 PM »
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753 - The harvest season
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Neferet toddled over to her father with a papyrus scroll half her size in tow. Her large, black eyes, almost oversized for her small head, looked up to Iu-Amin in adoration as a smile spread across her face.

“Tell me a story!” she chirped in a small voice, offering the scroll to her father.

Iu-Amun, who was balancing a ledger of favors and credit, both owed and earned, paid her no mind initially.

“Tell me a story, pleeease!” Neferet whined, still offering up the scroll.

He looked down from his table, smiling with pride to her, “A kind word will always open doors, my darling desert flower.” He reached down, picking up both Neferet and the scroll at once and placing them in his lap. She grinned from ear to ear as she nestled herself into place, putting the scroll overtop Iu-Amun’s ledger.

“Hmm, what story shall I recount?” He mused more to himself than asking her directly. He unfurled the scroll, looking at different passages before stopping on one in particular. Neferet, who was just learning to read, looked at the colorful hieroglyphs dancing across the papyrus in awe. Her father exclaimed, “Ah, yes! Let us read of the Prince and the Sphinx!”

“What is a ‘Spink?!’” She cut in louder than she intended.

“‘Sphinx,’” he corrected softly before telling the tale of the young man having a vision of a cat-like creature with a human head. The Sphinx promised the prince power, influence, and wealth if he continued to live with Ma’at in mind. The young man went on to live an upright life and became ruler of the land, leading his people into a time of peace and prosperity. “Following the laws of Ma’at brings joy and wealth to all, my love,” Iu-Aumn explained at the end.

The light danced in Neferet’s wide eyes and the enchantment of the tale sunk deep into her soul as she considered all that was recounted. “Is the s-phink-s,” her face winced and contorted as she sounded out the syllables, “is it real?!”

“I do not know, darling, but the power and promises of Ma’at certainly are,” he reassured her. “This much is certain.”

As Iu-Amun finished his story, Tiaa walked into their one-room abode and smiled at the pair. “I must travel to the market to purchase supplies. Would Neferet wish to go?”

“She should!” He stated as he set Neferet down. “Go on with your mother and enjoy,” he told her and gently patted her rear to urge her on.

She scampered over to Tiaa with another smile of pure adoration. “We will be back shortly,” her mother said to Iu-Amun as she took Neferet’s hand in her own.

As they left on their small adventure, Neferet heard her father roll up the papyrus scroll and sigh in contentment. She hoped he felt as refreshed and light hearted as her.