5/12/2026, 1:04 AM
It was a lot to take in, and at times, intimidating. She had lost a lot of her memory to the void of death, and here stands someone who knows so much. Not just of their own life, but of stories of lives and existence from times before. Will she ever get all of her memories back, to tell the stories of the place she lived so many winters?
Story of jealously. A story as old as time itself. This is a thing she knew to be a true, a thing she had seen many times in the past even if it was but a feeling. This Set, perhaps, represents a natural order of the world for it to operate as needed. She listens intently, eyes seeming to gaze off in the distance, but in her mind’s eyes she visualizes these gods and their actions, her imagination running wild.
A fight for the throne. A sudden flash of memory. She remembers then, protecting her own throne. A land of fire and ash. Burned trees. The smell almost engulfs her senses, but as quick as it came, it was gone…but it was hers. A memory she had back. She feels herself take a deep breath, and continued to listen. Magic, sorcery…it was not a thing foreign to her, though it sounds the particular magic this Isis used was not one she remembers.
She found it so interesting though, how these stories last through the ages. How many moons later, Setemhotep tells it all so well. The underworld, she wonders…”This underworld…do you think I was there, and just do not remember it yet? Does Osiris allow those who pass to remember such a place? I remember a…darkness…not even…a nothingness before the darkness…” she asked curiously, hopeful though. She wanted to know of this underworld, and these runes…they were new to her too.
”The world around us speaks in odd ways. I know my prior world, the magic would take hold of you, and allow you to pass it through when you desired. The magic here…it seems to act on its own completely,” she comments, thinking of the voices they have heard in this place. ”The divine? I shall learn to be their messenger with your guidance,” she gave a nod, feeling something in her chest. Perhaps she needed this meaning, after a life so long lived. A meaning for something new…differeent, and perhaps, greater.
Story of jealously. A story as old as time itself. This is a thing she knew to be a true, a thing she had seen many times in the past even if it was but a feeling. This Set, perhaps, represents a natural order of the world for it to operate as needed. She listens intently, eyes seeming to gaze off in the distance, but in her mind’s eyes she visualizes these gods and their actions, her imagination running wild.
A fight for the throne. A sudden flash of memory. She remembers then, protecting her own throne. A land of fire and ash. Burned trees. The smell almost engulfs her senses, but as quick as it came, it was gone…but it was hers. A memory she had back. She feels herself take a deep breath, and continued to listen. Magic, sorcery…it was not a thing foreign to her, though it sounds the particular magic this Isis used was not one she remembers.
She found it so interesting though, how these stories last through the ages. How many moons later, Setemhotep tells it all so well. The underworld, she wonders…”This underworld…do you think I was there, and just do not remember it yet? Does Osiris allow those who pass to remember such a place? I remember a…darkness…not even…a nothingness before the darkness…” she asked curiously, hopeful though. She wanted to know of this underworld, and these runes…they were new to her too.
”The world around us speaks in odd ways. I know my prior world, the magic would take hold of you, and allow you to pass it through when you desired. The magic here…it seems to act on its own completely,” she comments, thinking of the voices they have heard in this place. ”The divine? I shall learn to be their messenger with your guidance,” she gave a nod, feeling something in her chest. Perhaps she needed this meaning, after a life so long lived. A meaning for something new…differeent, and perhaps, greater.
