Isis cradled poor Anubis in her arms, kneeling on the ground. He was wounded from his fights, from the opponents who, like Horus, had been able to nick him from time to time.
"I see... Osiris doesn't have a body, so he used your body instead... Poor thing... These wounds were definitely made by Seth," Isis murmured.
She stroked Anubis' face softly, minding his wounds. Her actions were almost... motherly in nature.
"Cruel Seth... Forsaking your own beloved son... Not to mention your own twin! I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, Anubis... And I lament not being able to save Neith," Isis apologized.
Isis hel the boy close, letting her magic seep out in droves, wave upon wave, healing the wounds on Anubis' body.
"You'll feel better soon. You've done nothing wrong," Isis promised the unconscious boy.
"It's alright... Everything's alright now. Mommy's here."
A shrivelled old woman cradled a frail young boy in her arms.
"Cruel Seth... How dare you take away from me my one and only son! I won't forgive you..."
Whilst Seth and Neith lived a life of mortal pleasures and carnage, their every whim being catered to, Isis and little Horus lived a life quite the opposite. They lived a wretched life. Isis had shrivelled up, Horus was pale and weak, neither expected to make it very long if they didn't do something.
"I'll never forgive you!"
"Don't worry Horus..."
"That's right..."
"His name was Seth..."
"Mommy will reclaim everything that was taken away from you!"
Isis became manic, obsessed with finding Osiris once more and reclaiming the throne of Egypt, re-assuming all of her old glory. Of course, in her current state, her vows were no more than empty promises made to a boy too weak to ever hope to see them fulfilled.
"I won't let you live in such humiliation ever again!"
"I don't mind such things now."
"I will take back what is ours, no matter what!"
"NO MATTER WHAT!!!"
What I really want is...
"Horus?"
"Ah, Hathor."
"What brings you here...?"
Hathor had been sitting on the ground, playing her harp. She did not seemed all too surprised to see Horus, despite her words.
"My apologies. Looks like I've interrupted your playing," Horus apologized.
"Oh my! No! You've done no such thing!" Hathor assured him.
A blush painted her face as she frantically raced to think of something to say.
"W- would you like to listen?" she asked, smiling almost hopefully.
Taking Horus' silence for an answer, the love god began to play. Being the god of beauty, her song was nothing short of perfection. A melody that soothed the soul and instilled emotions into the hearts of even the cruellest men, a song to calm, to incite love and excitement, played for a man she so vied for the attention of.
She peered coyly up at Horus whilst she played, before yet another blush sprang forth upon her cheeks, painting them a brilliant pink. It was like the color of anemone flowers.
After she had stopped playing, she stood up from the ground and the two sat together.
"Is the first match tomorrow?" Hathor asked.
"Yes," Horus replied, his tone rather deadpan.
"You must be nervous," the woman prompted.
"...Um... Not really," Horus admitted honestly.
"Oh my, you're so brave," Hathor fawned.
She turned to him, her hands clutched in front of her chest. Whether a simple gesture of excitement or a ploy to accentuate her ample breasts. In either situation, it looked to be a rather... provocative pose.
"By any chance, may I... give you my blessing?" she asked, clearly still trying to earn favor with the seemingly future supreme ruler of Egypt.
"Of course, I'm sure you'll win even without my blessing...!" Hathor reassured.
The blush on her face had not gone away. It seemed as if it were a permanent feature on her face, or an attribute she conjured at will.
"But I still want to cheer you on!" she smiled.
"Why me...?" Horus asked.
"Huh? T- that's... That's because Seth is an evil god. Rather than him, you should be the one to rule since you're the rightful heir. Also... It's not just me. Everyone else believes you'll be the one to reclaim Egypt's former glory," Hathor confessed almost bashfully.
"Thank you for thinking so highly of me," Horus thanked.
"Here... Take this..."
Hathor handed Horus a mirror with her visage on the handle and an ornate backing, laden in precious metals despite having turned green with age. Horus held it, confused as to why he was gifted a mirror.
"... It's a mirror."
"It's a bronze mirror that has been filled with my blessing, like a lucky charm...Even though it doesn't reflect anything because it's so old, in time, it'll bring you good fortune," Hathor explained.
"A mirror that doesn't reflect anything... This looks valuable. Are you sure you can give this to me?" Horus spoke, his voice almost laced with sarcasm.
Hathor pressed into his space, pushing the mirror toward him. Horus seemed uncomfortable, though, for her part, Hathor did not seem as though she was aware of her actions, merely trying to do everything in her power to make sure he accepted the gift.
"Please don't refuse. This is how I feel about you," Hathor confessed.
She seemingly realized what she had said because she shot backward, out of Horus' space.
"I'm happy to receive this. Thank you, Hathor," Horus smiled.
Hathor's blush erupted in full force at his smile and his words.
"Thanks for playing for me too. I will treasure your gift," Horus thanked the woman.
"Thank you... I'm so glad...!" Hathor gushed.
"Well, I'm off..." Horus bid her farewell and walked away.
Once he had turned his back to her, his smile fell as he looked at the mirror. He seemed... not dissatisfied, but wary of the mirror and what other purposes it may have.
"Go to the sun god... What do you mean by that, Thoth?"
"The throne was once stolen from her by Osiris. There's no way she'll help us."
"The sun god does not take sides. However..."
"She will give your son the thing that he needs the most."
Horus set the mirror down harshly, his face solemn.
'The thing that I need most...'
In her chamber, Hathor, fancy adornments removed, gazed lovingly into her mirror, a blush painting her face for the hundredth time that day.
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The Loyal God
FanfictionThroughout all of the hardships faced by Seth, god of war, there was one who deigned to stay by his side when all he once knew betrayed him. His sister Neith, the god of creation, wisdom, weaving, and strategic war, one of the funerary gods. Neith s...
