The queen ascends a loamy slope to where Phoenix Rising gleams against the lowering gray sky like a jet black jewel thrown from the gods’ hand. Their breaths billow thickly, fanning against this unnatural freeze. The eternal flame dances below with Ra’s red force. Neith takes in a breath. It concerns her, the unknown responsibility. What to do with this power they have. If it should fall into the wrong hands…
“What do you see, Hemet-Netjer?” She pulls at scents in the air.



