Sarcophagus
Carved by a Carver in Lower Egypt
The story I am carving is a sad one. The girl to be entombed was only sixteen years of age when she died of a snakebite on a remote island, alone save for one servant and two birds. The servant, whose name is Sethe, is telling me the story to carve right now.
The girl was born into a royal family in Lower Egypt. Her parents wanted a son so they sent her off to an island a little ways off the coast when she was not yet four years old. Her party consisted of only one small boat and when she arrived on the island, disaster struck. There was a local breed of snakes that lived on the island where she was to spend her days, and they were not friendly. Almost every night, they struck, killing people very painfully and instantly.Her party diminished and became smaller and smaller until only a few were left. On the girl's sixth birthday, she saw two baby birds hopping around in the sand on the beach where she liked to collect beautiful shells to put by the window of her little hut. She picked them up and brought them home with her. With the help of her loyal maid, Sethe, she raised them into two healthy young birds. She named the first, a vulture, Isis, which means "throne." The second, an owl, she named Nyla, or "winner." She trained them for years, everything from hunting small game, to carrying things in their talons. The next few years were happy, for her older brother Aaru sometimes came to visit her.
On the girl's fifteenth birthday, she sent Nyla and Isis out to hunt the snakes that were terrorizing what was left of her party. They slayed two of the beasts, but the third, and most dangerous, slithered silently into the silky blackness of the night, not to be seen again for another year.
The next year, on her sixteenth birthday, as she lay in bed, she heard a hissing sound. She sat up and looked straight into the eyes of the snake. In one fluid motion, it struck her in the foot and slithered away. Sethe couldn't cure her and the girl died. The next time Aaru came to visit, he took her and Sethe back to Lower Egypt where I am now carving her story into cold, hard stone.
To this day, nary a soul has ventured near that island again, for they are afraid of the snake that lurks there still, waiting to strike.
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I had to use the limited hyroglyphics on the chart that was available, so sorry if this one is a little bit dis-jointed
