Desert Winds Begin

[Bestat]

The endless sands of the planet Ankhypt home to Humans, Cathar, and Anubians. Bastet sat upon her golden throne staring out at nothing and everything.

In her head she heard the soft whisper of a voice droning on about what was to come what was expected on and on opalescent eyes glanced over to where the head priest stood. It was his voice in her head she wished he would be silent.

How many more years would he go on and on about what her ancestors had done. What was blah blah blah wonka wonka wonka….she heard nothing. She was 25 years old today a small milestone in the life of someone destined to live to 150 unless someone killed her.

Bastet had considered killing the priest as he stood there droning along. Maybe a new one wouldn’t be so wordy. She smiled at the thought what would it take. She rose up casually walking closer. The old priest stopped and turned, “Goddess?”

Goddess yes they called her that here in the confines of the temple grounds but out there. She looked to the horizon out there they called her other things. Clenching her jaw she thought about what she felt like she was missing.

A party. A celebration, wasn’t it also the Prince’s birthday today. Maybe…she should pay him a visit. “I want to go to the Capital.” Her opalescent eyes looked upon the priest, “make it so.”

She wouldn’t spend another night here with them droning on about responsibility she would see the city and how her people lived. Yes HER people the pharaoh and his family were merely place holders until she was ready to ascend to the throne. She was making plans to do just that.

The priest hesitated a mistake for certain but it was his place to guide the goddess. What harm could she do in an evening?

“Yes I will see to it”

Bastet’s grin turned sinister, “good” she whispered as she left to prepare for the journey to the Capital.

 

[Bestat]

She could hear them scurry about making their plans she felt certain that even though they would appear to let her go on her own that they would have their little spiny mice running about to watch her.

But she was growing stronger she was learning to pick them out, and she was also learning just how fast she could change her appearance.

A transport was brought complete with slaves and Mau. "No. alone means alone. I want a speeder bike that I can ride alone." Her opalescent eyes stared at them she wouldn't flinch or move she would have her way.

Or she'd kill them all and get people who would let her do what she wanted. It was true it might be a bit more difficult to find them. Ankhypt was doing well and their wealth was spreading throughout the masses but there were still some that scraped out a living. Those she could bring in, grateful little creatures who would knew their place until they didn't.
She smiled thinking of all they would do for her just to get ahead.

She bore holes through the hem-netjer the head Priest. He could not look her in the eyes slowly his neck bent staring at the floor, "yes Goddess." Again that little smile that she had won, that she had bent them to her will.

Yes she was learning how much she as the Goddess could rule them.

The mice would follow but they would have to find her.

She was speeding out along the desert a trail of dust rising up behind her. Her arrival would look like a sandstorm as she rode she changed her appearance. Olive skin, dark eyes, and dark hair to match the clothing she had stashed in her bag along with some coin to pay for whatever she wanted.

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