Thread: The Cursed Mirror | DontxBlinkk et Kathria

The prince stopped and turned back to the woman, giving her one more look over. Then my priests would truly enjoy seeing you. He wasn't going to let her go that easily. The guard loosened his grip on Annette but instead was making sure she didn't get lost in the crowd while they started back to the large palace located quite close to the grand Nile river. Word began to spread around the city of the strangers arrival and groups of people began to gather at the roadsides, doing everything they could to see the woman as she passed with the guards and their eldest prince. It didn't take but a few minutes to get to the large home. Lined with white marble pillars made by the greatest craftsmen in the trade, it was clear who lived there. As the group approached, the sound of the sandals began to echo through the open halls. Guards lined the opening, staring ahead of them like tanned statues. For any fan of Egypt, this was a true blessing if they could believe it. The group lead Annette deeper into the palace, past large, extravagant hieroglyphs and artistic descriptions of those who lived there in the past. Several were the exact pieces that were in the same museum Annette had just come from. Portraits of the gods and goddesses were decorating the walls leading the way towards the large room used for several reasons, from a throne room to a dining hall for large, important parties. It was, in a word, stunning. Outside of the door stood two guards, ready to open the entry way into the sparkling room. Sebek continued inside, not bothering to glance back at the men behind him or the woman they were presenting to the pharaoh. At the head of the room sat a man in a large backed chair which matched the stone of the rest of the room. He was dressed in a traditional outfit for a powerful pharaoh with several women surrounding him on either side of the chair. Two women seemed to have taken the head positions one was obviously his queen while the other looked to be her handmaid. Both were proud of their positions and made it apparent to those around them. Somewhere during the walk, the young boy from the streets had joined them and dashed to the side of his older brother, making sure to tug on his arm enough to get his attention. Not now, Osaze, the man demanded, nudging him away in a brother-like fashion. Go to your mother. The young man's eyes narrowed before he looked back at their female guest and ran up the stairs to the queen of the Nile. Once they came to the foot of the steps, Sebek dropped to one knee and bowed his head. Great pharaoh of the Nile, he began, giving the guards time to drop to their knees and pull Annette down, if it was needed. Finally the prince raised his head. Bastet has sent us a gift. A woman with hair the colour of the brightest fire from a land far beyond. The pharaoh lifted his head from his balled fist, raising an eyebrow. A gift? His eyes began to search over what he could see of Annette. This man fit no description of any pharaoh that had been found yet. But several of the items he wore matched exactly what the red head had just left. The lost pharaoh Yahya sat ahead of the woman, living and breathing just as she was. She certainly was in Ancient Egypt. There was no denying it.