NEITH [Completed]

CHAPTER 1: An Eventful Night

Author’s Note:

Hello everyone, and welcome! This book is entirely fictional, so any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. Regarding the cover images, they are mostly sourced from Google, so I do not claim ownership, except for the banner, which was kindly made by my friend. I truly hope you enjoy the book!

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Orgins:

This story takes place during the Eighteenth Dynasty of Egypt, around 1336 BC. Akhenaten, Pharaoh of Egypt at the time, ruled a society where religion and government were deeply intertwined. Dissatisfied with the political influence of the powerful priestly class, he introduced a revolutionary change—merging Egypt’s numerous gods into one, Aten, a sun deity who communicated solely with him. Akhenaten ordered the names of the old gods to be erased from monuments, replacing all references to them with Aten. His reforms are often considered the world’s first instance of organized monotheism. Historically, his attempts did not end well, and he was later labeled a 'false prophet'. After his death, the old religious practices were restored. However, this story takes a slightly different path.

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Chapter 1:

On a stormy night in the capital city of Amarna, a beautiful baby girl was born. A dim lamp illuminated the small room where a mother, her strength fading, cradled her precious newborn in her arms, gazing up at her husband.

"I want to name her Neith," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I hope she grows to be strong and brave like you. Too bad I won’t be here to see it," she said, tears welling in her eyes.

"Akila, please don’t say that," her husband pleaded, trying to keep his voice steady. "You must live. How can a girl grow up without her mother?"

She smiled weakly at the man she had loved all her life and replied, "She has you and Ammon. I’m not worried. I will watch over her, wherever I am." With that, she kissed her baby girl, tears slipping down her cheeks and landing softly on the child’s forehead. Neith shifted slightly in her mother’s arms but soon fell back asleep, unaware of the tragedy unfolding around her.

"Ammon," Akila called softly, turning to her eight-year-old son. "Promise me you’ll look after your sister as I would have."

The boy, his face streaked with tears, nodded. "I will, Mother," he said hoarsely, his throat raw from crying.

That night, the general lost his beloved wife, and a boy lost his mother. Yet, baby Neith slept soundly in her mother’s arms, peaceful under the protective power of the moonstone necklace she wore, completely unaware of the storm outside and the loss within.

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Eight Years Later…

"Brother, I challenge you to a duel! Loser cooks dinner tonight. Deal?" Neith exclaimed, pointing her wooden sword at her older brother, Ammon.

Ammon sighed, continuing to polish his sword. "It’s your turn to cook tonight, Neith. No excuses. I’m busy, so go play with your friends."

"Aww, come on, just one match," Neith pleaded, pouting. "It’s been ages since we sparred, and you’re always too busy to spend time with me lately."

Ammon had joined the royal army a while ago, but his training had become more intense with the upcoming coronation of the new Pharaoh. Their father, Adio, the General of the Royal Army, was also busy, rarely coming home, leaving Neith alone most days.

Neith was a striking young girl with copper-toned skin and thick black hair that shimmered in the sunlight. Her large, brown eyes, reminiscent of her mother’s, could captivate anyone. Though still young, she was strong and agile, having trained alongside her brother at home as his sparring partner. Despite her age, she was courageous and determined, much like her father.

When she felt lonely, which happened often these days, Neith would touch the moonstone necklace her mother had given her. It brought her comfort, as if her mother’s warmth still lingered within it. Having never met her mother, the necklace was her only connection to her, and she cherished it dearly.

Ammon, now a man of eighteen, was also striking, with a muscular build typical of soldiers in the royal army. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, were a blend of his mother’s lighter hue and his father’s nearly black irises. His dark, curly hair framed his face, and he stood tall at six feet.

Neith adored her big brother, but recently, she had been frustrated with him. He no longer doted on her as he used to. Ammon, for his part, loved his sister but found her a bit handful at times.

Sighing, Ammon knelt down to meet Neith’s gaze. "You know, girls aren’t meant to fight," he said gently. "You should behave more like someone your age. Besides, what good will it do you?"

"You know why," Neith replied, crossing her arms in defiance. "I want to join the army. Why can’t women fight? We’re strong too, so why should only men defend our land? It’s not fair."

Ammon smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder and crouching so his eyes met hers. "We fight to protect the women and children of our land. If they start fighting too, who will we protect? Women are needed to care for the wounded and raise the children who will one day become this nation’s strength. Let us protect you, and in return, you can offer us your love and care."

"Whatever," Neith huffed, still pouting.

"I have to go now. Behave yourself," Ammon said, kissing her forehead before mounting his horse and riding away.

Left alone, Neith muttered to herself, "If you won’t spar with me, I’ll just have to train on my own and get stronger. One day, I’ll protect you, brother." With that, she picked up her wooden sword and began practicing.

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Author’s Note:

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