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The Days of a Princess“Come on, Arsinoe!” My older brother called to from outside my room. “The epirians will be here soon, and father wants them to be greeted by a royal procession.”
King Pyrrhus came to Egypt to marry my older half-sister, Antigone. She is my mother’s daughter by a greek noblemen. She is also future queen of Epirus.
After I finish dressing, I run out of my room. “You ready, Arsinoe!” Ptolemy asked me. “Ready as ever!”
We walked to the litter. They carried us to the harbour. The harbour was crowded with alexandrians, all hoping to see the epirians arrive. Of course everyone made way for our litter. The royal family all were first ready to see the ships arrive.
Ptolemy and I walked with great grace as we took our place amongst our numerous siblings.
As Pharaoh, father took many wives and concubines. But with him today were his favorites. My mother Berenice was the formal
Chapter Five of Nefertiti: The Legacy "Why isn't it here?" I was going to find a nice book to read in the Per Medjat but I found Baraka, Tut and Ankhe on top of each other's shoulders. "Be careful, Baraka!" Ankhe screamed from the top. Though Baraka was the most
muscular, he struggled under the force of Tut and Ankhe on top of him.
"Okay, kids. What are you looking for?" I asked. The human ladder wavered. "We'll, Aunty we are looking for..." And then the human ladder fell down before Ankhe could finish. "Thanks a lot Baraka." Ankhe said with her voice ful, of sarcasm. "We'll maybe you've been having to many dinner in the Great Hall your majesty!"
I helped them get up. "What are you looking for?" I asked after they were all standing and dusted off. "We are looking for some records about the royal treasury."
"Why don't you just ask Maya?" The skilled treasurer was a wealthy man .of great talents. A man my sister hired to help her fix Kemet's broken economy, he was Overseer of The Treasury and a Ti
Chapter Three of Nefertiti: The LegacyShortly after Tut's coronation, the first thing Tut prioritized to do was make renovations to a temple. In the Per Medjat, he called on the regents and Ankhes. But I stayed to watch the younger children.
I had missed having my sons by my side everyday. But Tut was a Pharaoh now and Baraka had joined the Kap. They were growing up.
But I liked spending my days with my little nieces. Nefertash was very smart. She liked to read and was a very educated. Neferneferure was a little different. She was very stubborn, just like Nefertiti. She was also a great seller of things and loved money. She could've been a merchant if not for her rank. She actually had Djedi sell her golden bracelets for a handsome price. Though she was a Princess's and free from all sorts of debt, Nefre loved seeing every gold piece of deben. It wasn't like she intended to use it, but instead to look at it.
Sati was a playful child. She also liked to help sight her nieces: Meritaten-Tasherit and Ankhes
Chapter Two of Nefertiti: The Legacy It was ten days after the funeral procession that we would be having two celebrations. Tut's marriage and his coronation. I was in Ankhes' rooms preparing her. My mother and Ipu were there, helping her.
But my niece wasn't so inexperienced in the ways of marriage. This was her second marriage. When she was just ten-years old, she married her father. At eleven she was impregnated. A dangerous time for a young girl. But she had survived the birth and so did the little girl.
Now she would marry Tut. And be Queen of Kemet. But I don't think my niece was so excited.
"Why does there have to be a ceremony. Why can't I just go to Tut's wing of the palace and lay with him?" Her bluntness was rewarded with a pinch on the elbow from my mother. "You aren't no harem girl or some common women. You will be Queen of Kemet."
Ipu did her make up. She crushed green malachite for her eyes. She then put a nice green sheath on her. Than a Nubian wig. "You look magnificent.
Chapter One of Nefertiti: The LegacyIt was a year since I found my sister and niece, dead. Killed by the Aten priest. Seventy days she sat in House of The Dead. And now she would be buried in the Valley of The Kings. She was a Pharaoh.
Hundreds of people. From all over Kemet traveled here to witness the burying of the Pharaoh and Queen.
Leading the funeral procession was the heirs. Nefertiti's daughter Ankhesenamun and my adopted son, Tutankhamun. They held each others hands. They would comfort each other.
My mother had stayed to console my youngest niece, Setepenre. She had cried and cried. Poor child.
When we reached outside the tomb, the High Priest handed the adzes to Tut and Ankhe. They pointed it to the mouths of their predecessors. They said the sacred words and then, the High Priest led us into the tomb.
The tomb of Meritaten was first. I looked at an inscription of her. Great Royal Wife Meritaten, Beloved of her Lord. A priest swung the lamps for us to see. The draw
The Day of TroubleIf I told anyone this now, they would laugh in my face, but I was a very small cub.
My half-brothers and sisters were all between two or three weeks older than me, but still I was the smallest cub.
This made my mother very attentive towards me. She hid me away from the pride. Honestly mother trusted no one. Especially the lionesses.
“They are not my pride-sisters.” My mother growled to my father in one of his attempts to see me. It was traditional for a lioness to chase her cubs father for the first weeks after birth. He soon got to see me when I was a month old.Though, I was small and couldn’t speak the tongue, I could understand all that was said.
“You should get to know them. Then they might listen to you.” Father said, during one of his visits. “They should listen to me because I am the Queen. But they spite me! I know what they say about me.” Mother hissed at him. Her claws were unsheathed when she got angry. It
GamerGate: Calling out the Hypocrites
All speech is vain and empty unless it be accompanied by action.
This video is just another example of the sillyness that is SJW's/Feminism/Anti-GamerGate.
9/11 AmericaXReaderSo, today is 9/11, and I got this idea while watching one of the many videos today in World Geography. Man, even though I'm in my teens, that was the first video I have seen of the actual thing. Hard to believe, right? Well, any way, please enjoy, and don't get mad at me for my mistakes. I'm still not used to reader inserts.
It was a normal day in the World Trade Center in Manhattan, NY. You sat at you office seat in the fifth floor of the south building, sipping some coffee and scrolling threw the files on your computer. Suddenly, out of no where, there was a loud crashing, the whole building shook, and the electricity went out. Screams could be heard from everywhere as well as people and things dropping to the floor. You cried out as well, but somehow managed to stay in your seat. Not even a minute later, another loud crashing was heard, and this time you fell out of your seat. People started running down from the upper floors, screaming about planes c
Gamers ARE the Industry!
Without us (gamers).. none of these devs or journalists would have jobs. It's time to
stop complaining and saying "I'm not interested" or "I just wanna play games".
We have to start working together to fight the corruption in the industry and shove
out the Social Justice Nonsense that's been plaguing our games.
Anti-GamerGate: SJW's in a Nutshell!
Ever wonder why Anita Sarkeesian, Zoe Quinn and Games Journalists all avoid debate and use ad-hominem to dismiss valid critique?.. well, here's a nice little breakdown for ya.
Scout Unit 28Scout Unit 28 is the special forces unit of the ZPA Ground Force.
Scout Unit 28 was established on March 17, 1983. Their main tasks is to scout in enemy territory, but also infiltrate enemy bases and perform sabotage mssions.
The size of the unit is classified, although analysts estimates that the unit has about 1,300 soldiers.
The First Active FarmhouseAlong with individual experiences, my whole family has had luck in finding some really active houses over the years. I'll try and write down as much as I can remember about them all.
The first one I heard about was one my mother and her family owned when she was a child. This was in the back country of Western Pennsylvania. An old farmhouse. It wasn't long after they moved in that the children of the house started noticing strange things going on.
They heard footsteps, and voices in the night. Every time it happened they'd run to their parents to tell them about it, but every time the adults didn't believe them at all. My mother remembers one night where she and her twin sister were in bed together, and they looked to the end of the bed where their feet were hanging out of the blankets, and they saw an extra pair of feet there. They both wiggled their toes, and the extra pair didn't move. They eventually couldn't resist anymore, and threw back the covers, and the extra feet vanished. T
Seraphinas hatchingAlicia breathe in the fresh air before she continued her work on her fathers’, no, now Christophers’ dragon. Her father had retired two years ago but frequently visited Christopher and her whenever he could to see how they were doing and how his previous dragon was holding up. It was a hard decision to leave his dragon to his son and the dragon needed time to adapt too. Thankfully it helped that he was passed on to a family member of his previous captain and that he would visit him still.
At first, it was a bit weird for Alicia to be a subordinate to her brother instead of her father but she too soon adapted. Besides, she had a bright future ahead. Her soon to hatch Longwing would change it all. She couldn’t wait!
‘Alicia! The Admiral is looking for you! He said it was urgent!’ Christopher called out to Alicia, shaking her out of her daydream.
‘What? Why, what’s happening?’ She answered.
‘I don’t know, but you should go, now
The Second Active FarmhouseAfter moving out of the last haunted house, they found a new one not far away. Another farm house. They did see another one, but turned it down, much to the relief of my mother who as it was being considered, had a dream about a man being murdered behind the house with a pickaxe.
The new house though seemed pretty normal for a while. But of course, things began happening that the family found all too farmiliar. The center of the activity seemed to be the second floor. When I was little, I actually visited my grandfather in that house, and every time I crossed the threashold to the second floor,
I always felt horrible. like I was walking into something bad. My grandparents didn't experience much, mostly because they slept downstairs. But all the kids slept upstairs, and were constantly harassed by the activity. They would hear people talking outside ther dorrs at night, along with peopl running back and forth.
They would be sleeping, and hear someone bang on their doors. Most were too f
Cleopatra's storyChapter One
The doors opened as Pharaoh came in. Wearing a gauzy shawl and a elaborate kilt he showed his wealth. Surrounded by the Macedonians Greeks of Egypt, he looked out of place with his dark tanned skin. Followed by him was the two royal women of Egypt: His wife and his mother. The Queen-Mother and his wife. The Queen was wearing a little headress crown. It represented the horns of the Apis bull, Amun's earthly incarnation and it had little golden beads castigating from thread so thin it was almost invisible. The Queen's light brown hair looked orange in the bright light. The Queen-Mother herself was dressed in the ancient Egyptian styles, she looked like a scene from Nefertari's temple. They all looked like gods.
After the royal adults took there seat on the dais. Then the dinner party began. The Pharaoh had much feast in the days of his reign. He had no reigned for 14 years and was now 30 years old. His birth day next week would rival this feast. He danced happy at the t
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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