Pharaoh of Egypt

Chapter 4- On Becoming the Queen of Thrones

A few minutes after her Death

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I stared at the stranger's ringed fingers as he unfurled them, revealing his green tinged palms,

"Taqif Rana Amenemhat."

His voice was rich, flowing into my mind like the thick amber honey that once trickled down the Acacia trees in our gardens.

I glared up at him slowly reaching forward before slapping his hand away, wiping the saliva that trickled down my mouth instead,

"I accept no hand belonging to that of a man."

He pulled his hand away raising his brow ever so slightly. Tilting his head I jerked back horrified as his body begun to contort, face shifting into that of a woman. He spoke with a man's voice,

"Hal tufadil hadha?"

I couldn't speak, my throat constricting refusing to let my words leave and so I stared at him. Chest rising and falling with each shallow breath did I watch with wide eyes as he shifted back into his original body,

"I thought not."

Stepping to the side he swept his arm out towards the never ending looming doors that slowly opened revealing a golden winding path. I exhaled shakily staggering upright, staring mesmerised at the blinding light

"Besides Rana Amenemhat, I am no mere man."

He glanced back at me, eyes glimmering and my eyes widened as I finally looked at him. Right there, atop his head, stood the Atef crown adorned with two ostrich feathers. He blinked, kohl lined eyes burning into me and my breaths wavered as I inhaled shakily, body trembling,

"I am your god."

He looked at the path before us,

"Now follow," he said softly and I furrowed my brows,

"Where are you taking me?"

"To your fate, oh last-born."

Heart pounding against my ribs he offered his hand and this time, without taking my eyes off him, did I reach out clasping it in my own. Goosebumps erupted across my flesh as I took my first step onto the illuminated path, guided by the God of Death himself, Osiris.

The rushing noise of silence filled my head and I stared at him as we walked down the never-ending path,

"I don't understand," I whispered, "Why am I not preparing for the weighing of the heart, where is the boat of the Sun God Amun Ra?"

When a person left the plains of the living their first task was to correctly address each of the forty-two Assessors of Maat by name, while reciting the sins they did not commit during their lifetime. This would prove that they were pure, and free of sin, and after confirming that they were sinless, the deceased would be presented with the balance that was used to weigh their heart against the feather of Maat before Anubis.

If the deceased's heart balanced with the feather of Maat, Thoth would record the result and they would be presented to Osiris, who admitted them into the Sekhet-Aaru, the Field of Reeds.

My heart dropped as realisation dawned on me, if your heart was heavier than the feather, then it was to be devoured by the Goddess Ammit, permanently destroying the soul of the deceased forever.

Was this what was about to happen? Was Osiris only here to-

"Hudu' Amenemhat."

A wave of calmness flooded into me by his words, leaking into my veins from the tip of my fingers to my very bones. The familiar scent of oud surrounded me and all tension was released,