Act One: Rehema is a slave.

Rehema muttered curses as quietly. What’s worse than being a slave?

Besides of the above answers. Simple serving his royal ass, and his macho court members. Those people are the ones that the Gods choose as their vessels? They were nothing but over-grow children.

Stupid bloodline Rehema thought to herself. His holiness decide that he needs several scrolls, and instead of sending his most trust and kind priest, no he wanted Rehema to get the items and bring them.

A slave! Whose had no business getting the most holy of scrolls. Fathers pushed their sons to just have a chance to be in the presence of Ra’s vessel, nope just let the slave do it.

And today happened to be one of the hottest day of the week, and the scrolls were located across the palace. The Gods love her!

Rehema almost dropped the seven large scrolls when her mind wander to the Gods.

The same Gods that didn’t listen to her prayers. The same Gods who did nothing when her family burned.

Rehema shook her head there was no reason to think. That’s done is done.

Her family is dead.

Rehema quickly hurried her paced.

The past was still painful. The past with it’s beautiful ‘what if’ was like sirens sweet tone.

She had no idea what a siren was but a vendor told one of the slave that is monster from his homeland.

Rehema didn’t want anywhere near that place if their monsters loru you with their songs.

The guards nodded at her as Rehema passed them. Rehema casted her eyes down and change her walk. Instead of walking with her right foot first, she walked with her left as sign of respect to his majesty. The powerful and kind Pharaoh. Rehema walked slower and heard the hush tones of the viziers, high priests, and royal overseers. What’s happening to day? Who was going to throw a tantrum today?

“Sire have you given as any thought of the Green One’s cult?” A middle aged man asked.

Brave one, Rehema though. The room became oddly quiet. It always did when the Green One’s cult was mention. Most of the people who bought it up look like they were going to be killed in the spot.

Rehema wonder why they did bring it up if they scared. This was sore subject.

The Pharaoh didn’t lifted his gaze.

“Do you have a problem with Priestess Nenet?” The Pharaoh asked

“Well sire, as several of us have pointed out that there are better candidates. More better women who are better qualified for um head priestess” The man muttered.

The Pharaoh point his finger on the scroll and raised his head not to look at the middle again man but to the young man next to him; Priest Madu. He was a tall caramel skin man with broad shoulders and a kind face. He was dressed as before when Rehema meeted him, expected today he was wearing a white headdress covering his bald head. Madu moved slight and looked at the paper. Rehema didn’t know how he did. Madu was able to read the Pharaoh’s gestures so well even the Pharaoh would be surprised when Madu would be at side him before he would call to him. The Pharaoh give the scroll to Madu who studied it quietly.

“Madu please double check this with old Seb, there must be a mistake” The Pharaoh’s voice change slight it held a bit of warm.

“Of course my Pharaoh” Madu replied. Rehema stood there waiting for them to noticed her.

She wasn’t allowed to speak until one of the lords or his holiness spotted her.

She felt the unfazed gaze of the Pharaoh’s.

Rehema wanted to shrunk why does he have to be so imitating?

“About time you came” He spoke. Rehema hated that he never rose his voice, but still made you feel like a child who took a treat.

“Madu can you please get those scrolls” He ordered. Madu nodded.

Rehema didn’t see his face as much as his feet.

“Sorry about that, the heat is getting to him today” Madu whispered. Rehema almost missed. He grabbed the scrolls and her arms almost give sign in relief. Rehema didn’t understand why Madu always try to apologize for something the Pharaoh did. Like it was his fault that the Pharaoh was a huge jerk.

Rehema was a slave after all.

“You are dismissed” He spoke alouder. Rehema smiled at Madu’s horrible attempted to sound annoyed.

She bowed lower and brief raised her eyes to catch a brief looked at the painting.

The wind blew and allowed her a second to look at the painting just be bit.

She did a horrible victority dance in her head.

She quickly left but not before hearing the usual respond to the replacing the priestess.

“You think your daughter is better qualified? Maybe your son is better qualified for your job” The Pharaoh’s response was always the same.

“She has done a excellent job and run the cult similar to Chisisi”

That always shut them up.

Whoever Chisisi was. Rehema salute her.