The prophecy

Chapter 1~ News

Who am I , a question I ask myself daily, a question that has gone unanswered since I started having the same recurring dream. A dream I know so well it almost brings comfort to me every time I think about it . The dream starts with my brother and I facing a whole army of what looks like Egyptian soldier's, my body moves on its own as the slashing of my sword and my enemies spilling by the gallon, slowly I began to get tired. But one thought rang through my mind everytime I wanted to give up , " I must protect them, my leader and king, family ,friends and him..." who was this him I thought of , as soon as I try to think who 'him ' is , I come to a blank. As the last of my enemies were slaughtered, I closed my eyes for a moment, seeking peace beneath all this chaos. I felt a sharp pain in my chest . I opened my eyes and look down ,only to find a blade has impaled straight through me . The blade twisted and the pain began to feel unbearable. The blade pulls out and my body instantly became lifeless,  I fall on the soft sand and see my brother Jake rush to my side ,but it isn't Jake, not really. He looks identical to him but at the same time he doesn't "nyra( I'm gonna change the name to something else but I'll just use this one so long) stay with me please." "Nyra?" The word escapes my lips softer than a whisper due to my body being drained of the last little life I have left . I then close my eyes ,tiredness  taking over me , I slowly began to fade into a deep sleep as the person in front of me begs me to open my eyes and fight, continues to call me a name. Not my own ,but a name given to me by the God of destruction Sekhmet . The setting then shifts to a room ,beautifully decorated with candles as sweet breeze blows the curtains gently . A person comes through the door . A tall well-built man. My king, my God and savior. He approaches the soft bed I lay on , he looks at me with no emotion in his eyes ,deep down something tells me that his always been like that.  Spent centuries mastering the art of hiding his emotions.  I know exactly what his gonna do next, but yet I'm uncertain, his always been unpredictable and with his face lacking any emotion, he doesn't give me any sort of clue on what his next move is . Usually he'll just leave ,but this time he stayed.  Confused, I look  up at his face ,those strong handsome features, his perfection, any girls dream. He takes his hand and places it over my eyes ,blocking my view    "The time to reunite is almost apon us."