Stranger's of Fate

It had been an hour since she’d snuck away from the watchful eyes of the guards, coming out here into the storm. Screaming into the storm, trying to call upon the god. It was the day that he had promised to return and award her with power, with her mission. He had yet to appear to her eyes since the first time they had met but she could feel his presence in the wind, his wrath in the sands. She stopped calling, looking back to her city which seemed undisturbed by the storm surrounding it. Adeola sighed, she might as well head back, her god would not return until ready.

"You wish to look through the sands of time,” she heard a whisper in her ear.

Adeola sighed, leaning into the seductive sound. “Yes my god. I wish to see my father’s successor. I wish to see a queen of Egypt.”

"Time is a curse. People fall and legends are lost, once you set your eyes upon it you will never forget,” the voice whispered again.

"I wish to see.”

All the wind in the valley darted towards her, bringing sand to form the god behind her, the valley fell still. Adeola looked over her shoulder in shock at how powerful her god was. She still did not know what he was god of or his desired homeland. What she did know was that her body yearned to be touched by him and her soul desired the power he withheld. Her god’s hands rested on her shoulders, his strong body pressed into her back. How she wanted him in her bed. His lips ran along the side of her neck before coming to rest by her ear once more.

"I warn you once more.”

"And I decline once more, show me my evolved world.”

"As you wish.”

He moved his hand over her eyes bringing forward a rush of sand. Adeola lent back into his arms as she swayed on her feet. The world seemed to spin around her; she had lost her footing and senses. The only thing keeping her from falling or sickness was her god. He moved his hand from her eyes, the world calming around them.

Adeola quickly looked to Cairo or what she gathered to be Cairo. The city had grown so had the land of Egypt. Her father had succeeded in war and his passion for architecture. The world rolled around her, slower this time as her head was filled with knowledge of all around her.

Her father, the great Rameses the second was pharaoh for sixty-seven years, out living his first twelve sons. Becoming Egypt’s second longest ruling pharaoh when he passed. He was succeeded by her brother, Merneptah, her father’s thirteenth oldest son. Adeola pursed her lips. Merneptah was almost sixty when he became pharaoh, disgusting, but what of her? Was she no one? Lost in the names of Rameses’s one hundred children, she had no name. Merneptah could never live up to his father’s name nor could his son.

As time rolled on Egypt started to fall. All her father had accomplished was lost, his tomb in the Valley of the Kings lay in ruins, not even in the twentieth century had they repaired it. It broke her heart. How could her world become this way? Where was the greatness of her time?

Roman’s had conquered the orders of her land and most of the known world. After came Alexander the Great and the first soul queen of Egypt, Cleopatra. A traitorous woman she was, strong but weak for men, she was conquered by the Roman Empire and although a bad influence Egypt fell with her murder. Murdered by the country she had sacrificed so much for. Her life ended at the hand of Rome but that didn’t stop the world from spinning.

Adeola watched the creations of the world float before her eyes. The sadness in her heart as faith for their gods died and preachers of a soul god reformed. Even the great Rome finally fell to the faith of the one god and Catholics they became. It disgusted her, the human race with their weakness growing and their strength in faith destroyed by lies.

The world kept turning, new countries were born and so much violence without a course. Science ran the world, creating new power with small minds to hold it. Egypt was overrun with poverty but their tombs stood tall, a reminder of the power they once held. She watched as women held more power over man, new architecture was built and children ignored and bred like pets, no respect, and no pride. The twentieth century was a disgusting place, ruled by technology and fat selfish people. How could a world of such beauty become this? It was slowly destroying itself and man didn’t seem to care.

All countries had their own faith but the soul god dominated most of the world and then there were those who didn’t believe in anything, neither faith nor science. People where honoured for crime and unthinkable acts. A new breed of worship was turned to celebrities. Selfish people who had no power or respect, so why people turned to them she would never understand. The world was disgraced and Egypt, her home was looked down upon. She lived in a time when it was on top, not like this. She would never allow it to become like this.

"Take me back!” she cried.

The sand winds paused, before hitting her in the other direction, spinning past her and turning back time. Adeola closed her eyes again resting her body into that of her god. She waited until the spinning stopped before moving from her god’s hold. She opened her eyes, staring back at her time and the only time Egypt would ever be at its greatest. Why hadn’t she listened to him when he had warned her?

He knew what the world would become and he knew her heartache and disapproval, she should have listened. Then on the other hand, she was here with a god and offered power. Could she change it? Could she rule the world and prevent it from following false faith into destruction?

"I am no one; my name will never be spoken.”

"Not from the world we have seen but I bring forth my promise, power. Do my three simple tasks and you can change the world as you desire afterwards,” he whispered, in her ear, stepping closer to her.

"Give me my power and my orders.” Adeola turned to face her god, curious when she saw glee dance within his dark eyes.

He leant forward, placing a single kiss on her lips setting her heart aflame and her body in shudders. Her god pulled away, placing the tip of his finger on the sapphire necklace he had given her, the first time they met. His finger shook and a burst of energy floated through her body, every cell within her jolting with the power.

When he had finished, he pulled away watching her drop to the ground, shrieking and unable to find the strength to stand. It hurt, her whole body ached. He threw his head back laughing before breaking up into sand, being swept away in the next gust of wind. Adeola lay helpless on the decreasing sand hill; her body felt like it was on fire. After a few moments, the pain diminished and her body returned to normal. The princess stood.

"Fulfill your service my dark witch and the power of the world is in your control,” a whisper filled her ears.

Adeola smiled, she now controlled more than her father ever would.