In the shadow of the great pyramids, a legendary queen once ruled with beauty and power. But her reign was cut short by the treachery of her own husband, the pharaoh.
Cursed to slither through the desert sands as a serpent, she was condemned to a century of solitude, her humanity fleeting.
Only once every hundred years, under the light of the full moon, would she regain her mortal form, reliving the memories of her past life for a mere three days.
*Egypt - the year, 40 BCE.*
(Day 1)
The sun beat down upon the vibrant streets of Thebes, casting a golden glow over the revelers. Incense wafted through the air, carrying the scent of myrrh and frankincense.
The sound of flutes and harps filled the streets as people from all corners of Egypt gathered to celebrate the annual Festival of the Golden Ankh.
Queen Maia, now pregnant, resplendent in her golden headdress and lapis lazuli collar, stood beside her husband, Pharaoh Khafre, on the balcony of the great temple. She smiled graciously as the crowd below cheered and waved palm fronds.
"Praise the gods for our great Pharaoh!" the high priest cried, his voice booming across the square. "May his reign be long and prosperous!"
Maia's gaze swept over the sea of faces, her eyes locking onto the statue of Amun, the great god-king, standing sentinel over the temple. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she wondered what the future held for Egypt - and for her own destiny.
As the festivities reached their peak, Maia leaned over to whisper something in Khafre's ear. But the Pharaoh's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. The Queen's smile faltered, and she stepped back, sensing the storm brewing beneath the surface.
Little did she know, this festival would be the last celebration of her reign - and the beginning of a curse that would change her life forever.
It is three nights before the curse is placed onto the queen, and everything is at normal. The king is approached by his sorcerer, Neb, approached.
Neb: My great lord, the potion is ready.
Khafre: Good, in two nights, when my child is born.
Neb: Yes, my lord.
Khafre: To rule this world, I need my wife to be dead, and once her blood is spilled, I can speak to the Gods, and they shall grant my wish.
Neb: [Mischievous grin] They shall my lord.
Maia entered the pyramid's tomb, her torch casting flickering shadows on the walls as she lit the flame, illuminating the ancient space with an eerie glow.
She walked through the halls of the pyramid, and the deeper she went, the colder it got. She came across a huge door, and she opened it. There were coffins in this room, but she approached the one in the middle of the whole room.
Maia: My dear sister, Azirah. I am having my first baby with Khafre in two days, and I wish you were here, sister. Please, show me what the future has in store for our family and kingdom. [In Egyptian language] The one who sees all, show me what I'm destined to be. [Closes her eyes]
She prayed to her sister, seeking a glimpse of the future, but the silence was unbroken, leaving her feeling lost and disconnected.
Maia: [Opens eyes] Are you still mad? I said I was sorry, Azirah, why can't you forgive me?
"Because you married the one I truly loved." A voice echoed through the walls, and she approached in a ghost like state, Azirah.
Maia: He is in love with me, and I am too.
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