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[ayizan]

Translated from the tomb of the Pharoh Tuk Ur

Praise Tuk Ur, son of Isis and Pharaoh Duul Aman, son of Ra and Anng Ela!

Praise the Pharaoh, who held Osiris’s ear in his hand!

Praise the Pharaoh, who captured Hapi, and bound her to his bidding. 

Praise the Pharaoh, may his journey to the afterlife be sweet and his life plentiful, as it was on his days here in Ma’at.

Praise to the Pharaoh! Praise to Tuk Ur!

To call the day hot would be an understatement. It was like Ra himself was having a bad day and was determined to spread that heat with the rest of the world. The air sweltered and shook, the flies crumpled, even the camels stamped their feet against the burning sand. Daa ni found himself struggling to keep up with the chores his father had assigned to him. He wished he could have joined his sister at the river to wash the ceremonial artifacts, but his parents had other plans. So here he was, standing in the sunniest corner of their courtyard, scratching into the dirt the long archaic glyphs needed for tonights ceremony. Sweat collected on his brow and slid down the curve of his nose, to collect under his nostrils, threatening to cut out his breathing. 

What a way that would be to go, Daa ni thought to himself. To drown in your own sweat. What would Sa’ma say if she heard that? She would probably kick her head back and laugh that deep belly laugh that got her into so much trouble in the Royal Halls. 

Daa ni chuckled at the thought. As much as she liked to complain, Daa ni thought Sa’ma’s life was heavenly compared to his. She didn’t have to deal with the constant chaos Daa ni’s parents brought to his life, the strange spells, the sleepless nights spent chanting under candle light, the endless endless endless washing of bloodied alters. If there was something Daa ni would happy to do without, it would be the blood and blood sacrifices. It made his stomach churn to think of all those poor beasts that had died in their halls, so Daa ni turned his thoughts away from and back to Sa’ma, to their plans tonight. The anniversary of the Pharaoh’s ascension to the throne was to be celebrated and the Nile would be full of boats and festivities. Sa’ma had sworn she found the perfect spot to view it all and even Tuk Ur had promised to come, though Daa ni thought that might be tricky considering how many of the festivals would need him. He was a prince after all. Nevertheless Daa ni was excited for the tonight, and was happily humming when his father came in behind him. 

“Finished yet with the glyphs?” his father, Ja ak Phe’en Ten, towered over the boy, looking down with a loose smile on his face. He was large and heavyset, his belly sagging over the girth of his robe, weighted down from years of grain wine and the sweet syrup of sugar cane. Those who met him once assumed he was simple. Those who knew him well thought he was crazy. On any given day, Daa ni felt both, but more than anything he felt embarrassed. If only his father wasn’t so obsessed with the dead, with uncovering their secrets and repelling them from this earth. If only his mother wasn’t such a skilled sorcerous that could make most of his father’s ideas succeed. Then maybe Daa ni could live a simple life, rather then days filled answering to his parents whims, and to the whims of the Pharaoh who fueled their strange rituals. Daa ni never met the Pharaoh but he often wonder what state of mind a man must be to depend on his parents for anything. It seemed more likely that his mother had a role to play.

“Almost,” Daa ni said, dusting off some dirt from the scroll he was transcribing. 

“Be careful there,” his father warned, “if what it says in there is correct, a scroll like that is worth twenty boys like you on the market.”

“And if its wrongs?” Daa ni asked, annoyed by the threat. His father liked making callous jokes like that. 

Ja ak shrugged. “Then you spent a whole afternoon writing gibberish in the dirt.” 

Daa ni fought the urge to smack his father. He was spending all these hours in the burning hot sun for nothing. Already he could see tomorrow, his painstaking efforts trampled by his carless parents. A whole afternoon wasted. Daa ni jammed the last glyph into the dirt and threw the scroll to his father.

“There! I’m done. Is there anything else you want? Or can I get out of this awful heat?” 

“Sure,” Ja ak said. He squinted up at the sun as Daa ni stomped back into the relieving shade. “Oh one more thing Daa ni.” 

“What?” Daa ni snapped.

“Be back here before the sixth bell. We will be needing you tonight.”

Right. Daa ni thought, as he walked away. Of course they do. It was looking like the festivities tonight would be short lived. 

Part 2

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[ayizan]

Translated from the tomb of the Pharoh Tuk Ur, part 4

Author note: had DnD last night so this is shorter than I planned. Hope people are liking this strange story.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The three kids laughed, drank, and talked until the boats began to dwindle and the lights in the city grew dim. Even Sa’ma lantern began flickering. 

“I think I need to go back,” Daa ni said, glancing down at the city. He hadn’t realized that at this distance he wouldn’t be able to hear the hourly bells. Even so, the moon was high enough to let him know it was late. 

Sa’ma was already bundling up her things. She carefully poured Daa ni’s untouched wine back into the jug and crushed the clay cups under her feet.

“The night watch will be up soon anyway. Shall we go?”

Daa ni and Tuk Ur nodded.

They headed down the hill with little difficulty. The moon was high now and its pale light, though only half, gave them enough light to see the shades of the road. What started as an eerie silence now felt familiar. and in it, Daa ni could make out the light rustling of small critters. Feral cats in particular roamed the wild bushlands around the city, their black eyes glowing in the passing light. 

As they walked, the three chatted about the politics around the royal court, rumors of illicit love affairs, and of course Paal Ina and her latest breakup.

“I don’t see how you see anything good in her,” Sa’ma scoffed.

“One, she’s pretty. Two, she’s pretty. Three, she’s pretty,” Tuk Ur said, counting out his fingers.

“So what? I’m pretty and you don’t see me acting like a snake,” Sa’ma retorted.

“Yeah, but she isn’t trying to become a priest of Osiris either,” Daa ni responded.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Daa ni rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to argue with Sa’ma. She could be incredibly stubborn sometimes. 

“Wait a minute–” Tuk Ur stopped, turning his head to the side. Daa Ni and Sa’ma stopped confused, but not for long as they too heard the sound. It was high pitch howl of a jackal, not too far and moving close. Another howl joined from behind and then another and another, until all around were the squeals and yaps of a jackal pack.

“Shit,” Daa ni said. He gestured for the other two to stay in place, unsure if running would be a good option with the animals so close. He had never been this close to the beasts though he had heard their howls a hundred times over in the night and seen some of the carcasses they leave in the day. He didn’t think they attacked humans, but of course, there was a first for everything. 

“This would be so cool if this wasn’t so terrifying,” Sa’ma whispered.

“Nope, this is just terrifying!” Tuk Ur said. 

Daa ni put a protective arm in front of his friends and pulled out a small knife he kept sheathed in the folds of his skirt. It was small and largely ceremonial but it was better than nothing. As the jackal came to the edges of Sa’ma’s lamp, Daa ni noticed there was something strange with the beasts. Their eyes shone red while the rest of their fur was black, and the way they moved was oddly formless, as though they were boneless. They smashed and collided with each other, flattening like two waves in the river. The three took a step back as the jackals dissolved and then billowed into one large jackal beast. The three were frozen as the beast looked down on them with his large red eye.

“Better hurry home children,” the jackal howled, “the Lord is looking to feast tonight.” A deep guttural laughter erupted from its belly and before anyone could say anything, all three kids were racing down the mountain as fast as they could.

Part 5

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[ayizan]

Translated from the tomb of the Pharoh Tuk Ur, part 2

Part 1

As the sun began to set, the heat of the day broke bringing a blessed cool breeze. The breeze seemed to waken the city of Amm’Ti and before long the streets were filled with the sounds of people and a hub of celebration. Tables and carpets were pulled from houses so that neighbors could sit and feast together. Young girls huddled by the windows, dressing each other in perfumed oils and clean cotton robes. They giggled at the boys that would try to call out them but would not respond until they made it to the boats waiting at the shore. There, girls and boys would slip between the rushes to share a quiet moment in the darkness, watching lamps on the boats glimmer off the surface of the water, like distant fireflies. 

Daa ni took in a breath of the cool air as he excitedly dodged the crowd. While most were heading to the river to watch the procession of the Pharaoh and his family sail down the Nile, Sa’ma had suggested that they go up into the hills to watch the whole thing from above. Daa ni hadn’t been certain that they would see anything up there but spending a quiet moment with Sa’ma beat getting jostled by crowds of drunken people any day. 

The hills were dark by the time Daa ni reached the edge of town, just three large black silhouettes against a purple and deep blue sky. At the gate was Sa’ma in her customary black priestly robes. She blended so well into the hills Daa ni would have entirely missed her if it wasn’t for the oil lamp she was carrying. 

“Took you long enough!” She called waving him over. 

“Sorry!” Daa ni said, catching his breath. “You know how my parents are.” 

“Riiiight,” Sa’ma said, “and it wasn’t because you were staring at all the cute girls on your way here.”

“No!” Daa ni protested, instinctively looking away and blushing. 

She stared at him hard, waiting. He was never good a lying to Sa’ma. 

“Well ok, maybe a little, and it was mostly because I saw Paal ina on my way here.” 

Sa’ma snorted. “Paal ina? Why would she be on the streets? Doesn’t she think they are beneath her or something?” 

“She doesn’t think that!” 

Sa’ma gave Daa ni a ‘don’t bullshit with me’ look. 

“Ok well maybe sometimes she does think that, but today was different! She was with Daa’sh and Kwa an and they were looking at some of the boats.”

“Huh,” Sa’ma said, surprised. “Aren’t they usually in the boats? What are they doing on the shore?”

Daa ni shrugged, his mind filled with thoughts of how pretty Paal ina had looked, how beautiful her long black hair was, how it swayed liked papyrus in the wind. She wouldn’t give him the time a day of course, but a crush was a crush and Daa ni was happy to look on from the distance.

“Alright,” Sa’ma said, “I see that puppy dog face on you, forget about Paal ina, we have more fun stuff to do.”

Daa ni shook the thoughts from his head. “Speaking of which, what are we doing? And is Tuk Ur really going to show up?” 

Just as he said this there was a shout from behind him and both Sa’ma and Daa ni turned to see a dark skinned boy running towards them in the distance. This was the simplest either had seen Tuk Ur dressed. Normally he was covered in gold, lapis and jade, face painted with markings of a prince. But now, he wore a simple cotton wrap around his hip and his hair was tucked under a neat red head wrap. As he came up panting, Daa ni couldn’t help noting how different he looked without the makeup, more a boy like him and less a prince. 

“Sorry for the wait, you guys,” Tuk Ur said. “It took a while to distract Hotep, he gets so crazy when it comes to these celebrations.”

“Are you sure its ok for you to be leaving?” Daa ni asked, looking over Tuk Ur’s shoulder, just in case Hotep was charging down the road behind. Thankfully coast was still clear. 

“It’s fine,” Tuk Ur said, waving his arm. “What are twelve half siblings for if a few can’t play hooky?” 

“Right…” Sa’ma said, looking uncertain. If Sa’ma’s life was heaven, Daa ni would consider Tuk Ur’s life hell. Yes, he was a prince of Egypt, but with twelve siblings all vying for the throne and the thought of assination not off the table, Daa ni wasn’t sure how Tuk Ur had survived so far. On top of that whoever won was guaranteed to execute or exile the rest as well as any nobles who supported said rival. Frankly it was dangerous for Daa ni and Sa’ma to be seen around Tuk Ur as he so far seemed to be in dead last when it came to reaching the throne. But Tuk Ur, Sa’ma and Daa ni had all been friends since they were tiny and they were determined to stay friends for as long as they could, social life be damned. And actually damned they were as all three had faults that prevent them from “fitting in.” 

Daa ni was the son of sorcerers, an occupation that was uneasily accepted within the Royal Courts. Only the Pharaoh seemed to trust his parents, and nobles were ready and willing to blame any misfortune on them. This made an easy target, recommended even, for the young noble and royal boys trying to make a name for themselves. 

Sa’ma had been considered a promising daughter of the illustrious Mann’son clan. One of the few rare clans that managed to survive complete execution not through one but two Pharaohs. Their loyalty to the current Pharaoh was considered one of the strongest, until Sa’ma joined the royal court. Just on her first day she managed to piss off everyone by showing up in black priestly robes instead of the usual white and gold and declaring that she’d rather become an embalmer to marry one of the princes. From then on her family limited her presence in the Royal halls as much as possible. 

Finally Tuk Ur, somewhere in the middle of the seven princes and five princesses. He was the least noticed and the least listened to in all of Amm’Ti. Despite this Daa ni found Tuk Ur to not only be incredibly kind but incredibly smart. He knew everything from the paths to take if you want to avoid unpleasant run ins, to the ins and out of the royal law. His only flaw was that he was smaller then the rest of his siblings and had no strength. Unfortunately those were the pre-requisite to becoming a ruler, whether you had the skill to or not. Daa ni always thought that if Tuk Ur was lucky enough to be exiled, he would join him and see the rest of the world. 

“Shall we get going?” Sa’ma asked lifting her oil lamp. “This stuff ain’t cheap you know.”

“Right,” Daa ni said. Tuk Ur nodded as both boys followed Sa’ma out of the city and into the darkening hills above.

Part 3

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[ayizan]

Translated from the tomb of the Pharoh Tuk Ur, part 3

Part 1, Part 2

As they ventured up the hills, Daa ni had the distinct feelings of walking into the dark unknown. Quickly the sounds of the city gave way to the eerie and vast silence of the desert. The kind of silence that made every step feel like a disturbance, every labored breath a shout. Nothing could be seen beyond Sa’ma’s lamp, and as the last bit of sun disappeared from the sky, the divide between earth and sky became uncertain. Were they walking up the mountain? Or were they journeying into the heavens? Daa ni couldn’t be so sure. He glanced behind him and marveled at the view of the city, the lamps and torches shining like golden stars against deep and endless black.

“How much further do we have to walk?” Tuk Ur panted. He was not used to the physical labor of climbing a mountain, even one as tame as this.

“Not too far,” Sa’ma said. She lifted her lamp up so that they could all see a little more of the path ahead. “There’s a tree where I left a few things, we should be seeing it soon.”

Sure enough the vague shadow of a tree came to sight, a tall acacia for them all to settle under. During the heat of the day, Daa ni could see this being a good spot for traveler to rest, to marvel the view of the Nile and the terraced roofs of Amm’Ti. Sa’ma had been right, it was the perfect place to view the many boats floating down the river. The brightest and biggest of them all came from the Pharaoh and his royal court, their decks veneered in gold and copper to reflect the torchlight and make them shine even brighter.

“What a view,” Tuk Ur said, taking a moment between labored breaths to grin.

Sa’ma handed the two boys two clay cups with a strong smelling liquid.

“Is this…grain wine?” Daa ni said, taking a sniff and then cringing at the familiar scent. He had smelled it many times before on his father’s breath.

“Twenty year old,” Sa’ma said lifting up the dusty jug she had poured the drink from. “I snuck it out from my mother secret stash while she wasn’t looking. Its quality stuff.”

She kicked back her drink and took it in with one swig before hacking and coughing.

“It burns!” she croaked.

Daa ni politely placed the cup in the dirt beside him. It wouldn’t bode well for him if he came home drunk. His father probably wouldn’t notice, but his sister and mother would definitely scold him.

Tuk Ur for his part took a small sip, puckering his lips as the taste hit. “Thats stronger than anything they give us at the banquets.”

“That’s because they water it down,” Sa’ma complained, already pouring herself a second. “I doubt even the Pharaoh drinks the good stuff.”

“Don’t say that,” Tuk Ur warned, “The head chef would lose his head.”

Sa’ma shrugged and took a sip of her grain wine, this time taking it in moderation rather than all at once.

The three settled against the acacia tree, taking in the view and their own company. Daa ni’s mind couldn’t help wandering to the future, how he might look back at this moment. Would he treasure it, like he did now? Would they still be friends?

“When I become Pharaoh I’m going to make Amm’Ti the brightest star in all of Egypt,” Tuk Ur sighed.

“When you become Pharaoh?” Daa ni said.

“What? You think I think I can’t?” Tuk Ur said, a little defensively.

“I mean, I’d want you to but do you really think…” Daa ni wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t want to tell Tuk Ur he didn’t believe in him, but reality was reality.

Tuk Ur stood up and turned to look down at them both. “I’ll become the Pharaoh and when I do, you two will be my closest advisors.”

Sa’ma raised her hand. “Thanks Tuk Ur, but I want to be a priest of Osiris.”

“Wait seriously?” Tuk Ur slumped. “I thought you just said that cause you wanted the attention.”

Sa’ma crossed her arm, looking annoyed. “Yes, because that’s all women have going on in their brain, is it? We’re just doing it for the attention.”

Tuk Ur sighed and rolled his eyes. “Oh my ra, ok! I get it.”

Daa ni laughed as Tuk Ur slumped back down to his spot on the ground. He wrapped around Daa ni’s neck, pulling him close. “What about you Daa ni? Please tell me you’ll be my royal sorcerer.”

Daa ni tickled the Tuk Ur’s sides forcing him to squirm away. “Sorry, Tuk Ur but I want nothing to do with my parents. As soon as I’m old enough I’m going to travel and see what’s beyond this valley.”

There was distant look of sadness on Tuk Ur’s face. “I see,” he said looking down at the valley below. “I guess everyone has got their own plans.” For a moment there was a quiet silence between them in which Sa’ma and Daa ni shared worried glances.

“But we’ll still be friends,” Sa’ma said, putting an arm on Tuk Ur’s shoulder. He nodded and smiled.

“And hey,” Daa ni grinned, “if the the Pharaoh thing does work out, you are always welcome to join me in exile.”

Tuk Ur elbowed him in the ribs and two boys began to play tussle in dirt while Sa’ma looked on, rolling her eyes.

“Ugh boys,” she murmured taking another spicy sip of her grain wine.

Part 4

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[ayizan]

Translated from the tomb of the Pharoh Tuk Ur, part 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

They only dared to look back when they got to the city center. 

“What was that?” Tuk Ur exclaimed, coughing as he tried to catch his breath. 

Daa ni and Sa’ma shook their head, too tired to come up with answers. 

“Maybe I should put back this grain wine,” Sa’ma suggested, still panting. “It's doing weird stuff to our heads.”

Tuk Ur and Daa ni nodded, even though Daa ni knew that wasn’t the case. Whatever they saw was real. He hid his knife back into the folds of his skirt. Maybe his parents would know something. 

“I got to head home,” he said. “You two going to be ok heading back by yourself?”

“Of course,” Sa’ma said. 

Tuk Ur looked at Daa ni and Sa’ma incredulous. “Really? We just saw the strangest thing in our lives, and we aren’t going to talk about it?”

“I think we should talk about it,” Sa’ma agreed, “but not tonight. Not when the night watch is going to start rounding up people like us for curfew.”

Tuk Ur snapped his mouth shut, remembering that he was a prince that had snuck out and that his attendant Hotep was probably already on the hunt for him. 

“Then tomorrow lets meet up at the Great Hall!” Tuk Ur said, already starting to jog away. “We need answers!” 

Daa ni and Sa’ma waved goodbye as they watched him run off. Once he was gone from sight Daa ni turned to Sa’ma. “Thanks for the night. I had a lot of fun.”

“No prob,” Sa’ma said, smiling. “Oh and next time, I won’t pick something that ends in mortal danger.” 

Daa ni laughed as she did a little spin and started heading back to her home. He would have watched until she disappeared entirely but the last bells of the night began to chime. He was going to be late. 

Groaning, Daa ni ran to his own house, hoping that maybe he wasn’t needed after all. By this time the streets were mostly empty, save for a few drunk stragglers, some slumped over leftover dining tables, others leaning against the walls. The streets were strewn with leftovers of the festivities, shattered clay cups, and lost belongings. A white linen shawl, dirty and trampled, lay in the middle of the road. The muffled sounds of late-night illicit couples coalesced into dark corners and back alleys, where the torchlights were dim and in some places, out together. The city was a more dangerous place once the festivities died down. Kidnappings and beatings weren’t uncommon. Coercion and robbery second nature. It wasn’t the kind of place a young kid such as Daa ni wanted to be wandering on his own. It was enough to make him almost grateful to reach home. Almost.

When he got there, he found the entrance wide open and the courtyard inside full of strangers. From head to toe they were cloaked in a dark faded fabric and on their faces were strange wooden masks painted like the lacquered ones that Daa ni had once seen on the body of a nobleman who was to be buried. Each face was slightly different, with different colors and glyphs, some of which Daa ni recognized from the scroll he had transcribed earlier. As he stepped in, the closest turned to look at him, the stoic expressions on their masks betraying nothing of who was inside. The figures parted to let him through. 

“Uh, thank you,” Daa ni said, trying to be polite. As he walked deeper into the crowd, he saw his family standing in the center, busy setting up a ceremony over the Daa ni’s handy work. His sister Yaz was carefully placing the artifacts around the circle, an Ankh, a goblet, a silver bowl, and finally a locked box with markings of the evil eye carved on its surface. Daa ni’s dad was wrestling a poor young sheep from the back garden, and Daa ni’s stomach dropped at the thought of all the blood once again spilling from the poor creature. 

In the far corner was Daa ni’s mom, Maa de Phe’en Ten,  legs crossed, eyes closed, deep in an internal meditation to prepare for the ritual. Her distinctive red hair, braided and entwined with bits of gold and lapis, made her striking to look at. As Daa ni squeezed past the last cloaked figures, she perked open an eye. 

“Hello sweetie!” she said, standing up and running over to gush over her son. “Did you have fun at the festivities?”

“Yes…” Daa ni said, his face going red from embarrassment. “But do we have to do this now? With all these people watching.”

“Right, right,” Maa de said, backing away with a big grin on her face. She turned to face the crowd. “Everyone this is my son Daa ni. He’ll be helping us tonight.” 

The figures clapped their hands for Daa ni as Yaz walked over with a bowl of green-colored sand.

“Glad you could make it,” she said, handing it to him. “I thought I would have to do this whole thing by myself.” 

Daa ni wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it but instead, he took the bowl and turned away from the crowd. Maybe if he worked fast enough he could leave early. As Yaz and he worked on the final touches, Ja ak finished stringing up the sheep. 

“All done here,” Ja ak said coming back to the circle. “Maa de, how are you doing?”

Maa de gave two thumbs up and a big grin. 

“We're all set, thank you everyone for your patience!” she said, addressing the crowd. Yaz and Daa ni moved to the edge of the courtyard, where they could watch the magic and intervene if something went wrong. Daa ni couldn’t remember how many times his parent's spells resulted in a fire. 

The group cheered and with a gesture from Maa de, stepped back to give her some room. From her cloak, she pulled out the scroll Daa ni had been transcribing from. As she recited the words, the glyphs on the ground began to glow green

“What is this spell for again?” Daa ni muttered to Yaz. He had been zoning out when his parents first explained the ritual over morning breakfast.

“It’s a gateway to Duat,” Yaz whispered. “They are trying to create a doorway to the underworld.”

“Oh,” Daa ni said. It occurred to him that that might not be a good thing to have in their courtyard but it was too late to suggest otherwise. 

As Maa de continued chanting the intensity in her voice grew louder and the glyphs stronger. A wind picked up and began to swirl around the circle, picking up the green sand. The figures held tight to their cloaked robes, hints of skin peaking out. Daa ni had a moment to register how strange their skin looked, red and rotten, like bad meat in the sun, because just as the ritual was about to reach a fever pitch, Ja ak stepped in with the sheep on his shoulder. 

“Wait–” Maa de tried to say, but the spell had taken the power of its own and wouldn’t let her stop the chanting. With the swift pull of his blade, Ja ak slit the creature's throat and blood began to gush all over the place. In one motion, the wind died, the chanting stopped, the green glow faded back to dull sand. The ritual had failed. 

Daa ni held his breath as a tense silence fell over the courtyard. The figures stood seemingly stunned by the sudden change. 

“Dear…” Maa de said, turning to Ja ak with a smile that held a hundred daggers. “Why did you slit the sheep’s throat early? I thought I made it clear that would be done to close the gate once it was opened.” 

“That’s because these aren’t clients, these are ghosts!” Ja ak said, dropping the sheep and moving over to one of the cloaked figures. The person tried to wrestle against Ja ak, but he was too strong and with one easy pull he ripped the cloak away. Underneath was not a person but a rotting corpse, yellow cracking bone peaking out from grey peeling flesh, the muscles and tendons pockmarked with maggot holes. A scarab beetle skittered up the face and into a gaping hole where an eye should be. The other eye, jaundiced and sagging swiveled wildly in its socket. 

Daa ni gagged at the sight of it as a gasp escaped his mother’s lips.

“How dare you trick us, you vile things!” From her cloak, she pulled out a sekhem scepter and began to chant. 

Ja ak for his part punched the corpse in the face, knocking it flat on its back. The other figures backed away and some took the chance to run for the door. 

“This is bad,” Yaz said, grabbing Daa ni’s hand and pulling him to the door to their rooms. Daa ni turned to follow her, but as he did, a group of the dead moved and blocked their path. Yaz turned around and with Daa ni in tow, tried to run into the back garden. 

Daa ni wasn’t sure what happened next. Maybe he tripped over one of the ceremonial artifacts, maybe his clumsy ways got the best of him. His face met the earth and sand and dirt filled his mouth and nose. He could hear Yaz shouting at him to get up and a loud implosion as his mother’s magic burst the air. Most of all, he felt something hot on his stomach, a growing ache starting at his side and expanding outwards to the back of his spine. He groaned and rolled over to see that the knife that he’d kept in his skirt was sticking out of the side of his hip. He must have fallen on it, he thought dimly. Yaz was running to him, saying something, but he couldn’t focus on her. The pain was narrowing his vision, creeping through his body like shadows, pulling him down, 

down, 

down,

down,

down,

until he slipped into a green darkness.

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[ayizan]

Translated from the tomb of the Pharoh Tuk Ur part 5 needs an extra day cause my life, as my dad says, “is doing too much.”

I’m still new to Tumblr so figured I should probably introduce myself.

Hi, I’m Ayizan. I’m a writer, professional editor and poet.

Age: 27

Pronouns: she/her

I love cats, anime, manga, Minecraft, & dnd.

Outside of this fanfic that I started (which believe it or not is my first ever fanfic), I’ve been working consistently on a novel about vampires for the past 4 years.

My goal for 2023 is try to get on a consistent writing schedule and also try to have fun with writing again. (Writing the same thing for 4 years can be really demotivating believe it or not)

Anyway that’s a little about me! Outside of fan fiction I might drop some editing advice stuff since that’s my forte and whatever else I find fun.

Nice to meet you Tumblr!

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