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Mummy the Tutankh
Mummy the Tutankh
Akh
Legacy Name: Akh
The
Reborn LainOwner:
TwitterAge: 12 years, 8 months, 1 week
Born: August 12th, 2011
Adopted: 12 years, 8 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: August 12th, 2011
Pet Spotlight Winner
October 11th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 15
- Books Read: 15
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
It was an unexpected attack.
My mother, Hatshepsut the pharaoh of Egypt, was not always received with love. Many were angry that when my father passed, Hatshepsut had taken on the role of pharaoh. Admittedly, it was initially supposed to be a temporary reign, until my half-brother would be old enough to rule, but as time wore on, it became apparent that she was no longer acting pharaoh, but was Egypt's full-fledged leader.
When my mother transitioned into that role, I took on many new responsibilities and gained titles of my own. I am Neferure, Lady of Upper and Lower Egypt, Mistress of the Lands, and God's Wife of Amun. I took on an almost queenly role in the nation's religious and public life, as my mother took on her political role. We grew accustomed to our positions, and my mother had her most trusted advisers educate me in numerous areas. I see now how it could have been perceived that, though my half-brother was the rightful heir to the throne, I was being groomed to become the next pharaoh.
It had been more than seven years into my mother's reign, and there was certainly a sector of the public that was wondering when she would abdicate and let my brother take his place as pharaoh. There were people who were demanding that she do so, but I hadn't worried too much about it. It would be a serious crime to harm a pharaoh, so who would follow through on their desires with such violent means?
At 21 years of age, I really should have known better.
They came in the night, sneaking through the courtyard and scaling up the walls of our palace into some windows that were left open in order to entice a breeze, as the heat had been so stifling lately. But the palace was large, and I guess they didn't know precisely where Queen Hatshepsut's quarters were.
I woke up to the pain of a knife in my lower back. I rolled over to take a look at my attacker, and while he clearly recognized me, mumbling harsh words to berate himself for attacking the wrong bed, I couldn't place him. Once the job was started, he must have felt he should follow through, and he struck again, this time in my chest. I screamed as loud as I could for the guards, but they didn't come in time.
I felt the pain recede as I slipped into darkness.
It's a weird, disconnected feeling. Death, that is.
In a vague sense, I know my mistaken death meant my mother's life was spared, but it was a victory of sorts for those who despised the idea of a woman pharaoh. Once dead, I could, of course, no longer inherit the position.
But I wasn't hated widely, and there were those who still dedicated themselves to my well-being, even after my death. With the aid of the Book of the Dead, the skhen-akh, a priest who could seek the akh, followed the rituals outlined. He made the correct offerings and spoke the words that would bring together my Ka, a vital spark necessary to be alive, and my Ba, my soul and personality that made me unique. Under his guidance, I felt myself transform. I shed my human body, and awoke again as an akh. With a curved, blue beak and a long, white neck that melded into a mixture of green-, blue-, and gold-feathered wings, I came back as an ibis.
Not quite alive, but not dead, being an akh was an interesting and new sensation. With the gods' guidance -- Anubis of afterlife, Osiris of the underworld and dead and his wife Isis -- and my old advisers' teachings, I know I can still do good acts. I may not be a pharaoh, but I can still affect a positive influence on the world.
I am now in a form where I can reward those who attended me, by watching over and caring for them while they live on.
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My mother, Hatshepsut the pharaoh of Egypt, was not always received with love. Many were angry that when my father passed, Hatshepsut had taken on the role of pharaoh. Admittedly, it was initially supposed to be a temporary reign, until my half-brother would be old enough to rule, but as time wore on, it became apparent that she was no longer acting pharaoh, but was Egypt's full-fledged leader.
When my mother transitioned into that role, I took on many new responsibilities and gained titles of my own. I am Neferure, Lady of Upper and Lower Egypt, Mistress of the Lands, and God's Wife of Amun. I took on an almost queenly role in the nation's religious and public life, as my mother took on her political role. We grew accustomed to our positions, and my mother had her most trusted advisers educate me in numerous areas. I see now how it could have been perceived that, though my half-brother was the rightful heir to the throne, I was being groomed to become the next pharaoh.
It had been more than seven years into my mother's reign, and there was certainly a sector of the public that was wondering when she would abdicate and let my brother take his place as pharaoh. There were people who were demanding that she do so, but I hadn't worried too much about it. It would be a serious crime to harm a pharaoh, so who would follow through on their desires with such violent means?
At 21 years of age, I really should have known better.
They came in the night, sneaking through the courtyard and scaling up the walls of our palace into some windows that were left open in order to entice a breeze, as the heat had been so stifling lately. But the palace was large, and I guess they didn't know precisely where Queen Hatshepsut's quarters were.
I woke up to the pain of a knife in my lower back. I rolled over to take a look at my attacker, and while he clearly recognized me, mumbling harsh words to berate himself for attacking the wrong bed, I couldn't place him. Once the job was started, he must have felt he should follow through, and he struck again, this time in my chest. I screamed as loud as I could for the guards, but they didn't come in time.
I felt the pain recede as I slipped into darkness.
It's a weird, disconnected feeling. Death, that is.
In a vague sense, I know my mistaken death meant my mother's life was spared, but it was a victory of sorts for those who despised the idea of a woman pharaoh. Once dead, I could, of course, no longer inherit the position.
But I wasn't hated widely, and there were those who still dedicated themselves to my well-being, even after my death. With the aid of the Book of the Dead, the skhen-akh, a priest who could seek the akh, followed the rituals outlined. He made the correct offerings and spoke the words that would bring together my Ka, a vital spark necessary to be alive, and my Ba, my soul and personality that made me unique. Under his guidance, I felt myself transform. I shed my human body, and awoke again as an akh. With a curved, blue beak and a long, white neck that melded into a mixture of green-, blue-, and gold-feathered wings, I came back as an ibis.
Not quite alive, but not dead, being an akh was an interesting and new sensation. With the gods' guidance -- Anubis of afterlife, Osiris of the underworld and dead and his wife Isis -- and my old advisers' teachings, I know I can still do good acts. I may not be a pharaoh, but I can still affect a positive influence on the world.
I am now in a form where I can reward those who attended me, by watching over and caring for them while they live on.
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Profile art: User not found: musouka
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