egyptian-mythology

My name is Zia Rashid.

She comes closer to me. She is beautiful, in the way lightning striking across a storm-swept sky is beautiful: dangerous and distant.

I__e heard the name before: Anubis. An Egyptian name. The name of a god.The god of the dead.

What they teach you as history is mythology, and true mythology is far from fantasy - every kind reveals true fragments of our real history. A bulk of our real history can be found in Egyptian and Greek mythology. Yes, myths reveal to us worlds of other dimensions that make up our true reality. History books teach us that the minds of the past operated on the same frequency, dimension, or level of consciousness as we do now. Not true at all.

I could have killed you,_ I snarl.__ou think you can become a god. You always meddle and change and create. No, that is not the way. What is shall always be. What is known shall always stand.___hen you__e never been in a laboratory!

Experiment: Live and love as much as I can, before my particles fall away to wander in stardust.

Do you really think that Tutankhamen would have taken a chance on some pale girl with pretty eyes had you not been the priestess of Anubis?___ou did._ The words fall out of me.__hat?__ look up at him. __ou took a chance on me._ I sit up, breath heavy in my throat. __hen I was nothing but a dead, lost thing.

She wants me. And I am terrified, knowing how much I want her back.

I bet if I were pharaoh, I__ have had my tomb planned and designed by the time I was ten. I've always wanted to be five steps ahead of where I am. And my mind does it right now: I picture the king on his deathbed, and Ay delivers the awful news to me, but I'm the best embalmer in Thebes thanks to Anubis, so I'm alone in a dark room, and I cut open his soft chest, and take out a heart filled with dreams and love and sadness.

His lips are soft and crushing at the same time. I__ not sure what to do__s there an algorithm for kissing?

Ahhh." Anubis narrows his eyes at me. ____e given you inspiration. Now you__e thinking about bringing the lightbulb to ancient Egypt. It would be a hit___ll those dark tombs.__ou. I was thinking about you. His eyebrows rise. __uh? Me?__luorine uranium carbon potassium. I said that out loud. "I mean," I stutter, "I was thinking about_unimolecular reactions.

I want to go home.___mpossible. You__e here now.___ut why?___ane Ezrael,_ Anubis says, __ou__e dead.

From beneath the folds of his robes, he reveals a small steel dagger. __ou have tempted fate so many times already and still yield to it. Time for history to rewrite itself. Time for Tutankhamen to have a new ending._ Aten holds the hilt out to me.I stare at the dagger. The hilt is bronze, carved with sun discs that glow when they catch the sun. __hat do you want me to do with that?__ten smiles a white, gaping grin. __ill Tutankhamen and carve out his heart.

And whose heart do you want me to steal?_ The words escape me in a whisper.A small smile pricks Aten__ lips. __ing Tutankhamen.

If I wasn't discovering something, if I wasn't studying, well then, what was I doing? I know I wouldn__ be happy unless I made a difference. So what was the happiness of a moment worth against the happiness of my life?" I let out a breathy laugh and squeeze his hand. "I guess it doesn't matter now._ I stare out over camp, but a glassy sadness blurs my vision. __ave you ever wanted something so much that everything else in the world seemed so small?"He tilts his head toward me, narrowing his eyes. "I'm beginning to.

He stares blankly, then leaves the room like a ghost__ever truly here. I gaze at the doorway. I do not know if he means for me to follow him. It__ a choice then.And I realize that this is no choice at all, but rather a sentence. By love or by evil, somehow I am bound to Tutankhamen. It__ not a choice any more if I will follow him, but a question of what I will do when I catch him.

Well, it__ probably a good thing Anubis didn__ kiss me. I would have died all over again.