Servatis A Periculum

Chapter 4

Noir's POV:

"My dear child, are you alright?"

I looked up to see my stepfather Jameson. I was having dinner with him tonight at his own quarters, and I was absent-mindedly playing the food before me. "It's nothing, father. I just don't have appetite."

"There seems to be something bothering you. Would you like to talk about it, dear?" He gently asked.

"Nah. Nothing to talk about." I answered in a casual tone.

A slow smile appeared on his face as I placed my chin on my hand, looking at him. "I ought to ask you about your friend. How is she doing?"

I can't tell him what Bazla told me about. I have a lot of unanswered questions that I'm afraid it would make me go crazy. "She's alright. Nothing seemed to have changed."

"Are you certain of that?"

I did not remove my gaze on his eyes. "Of course. Why on earth would I lie to you, father?"

He nodded without looking, wiping his mouth with the table napkin. "Very well. I suppose she hasn't remembered anything yet as of the moment. After all, we'll be the first to know."

Jameson came to picture after my gran died. He introduced himself to me as gran's nephew, and told me that they hardly see each other. But even so, they wrote each other letters and that I was mentioned by gran always, reason why he opted to take care of me.

But you know what's weird? He specifically asked me to be-friend Bazla. He ordered me to take care of her at all times, yet he told me not to mention any of this to her. I feel bad about not having to tell Bazla all this as she's my bestfriend, but according to Jameson, this is for the best. And that's not the weirdest thing yet...

"...you're very powerful. You're no ordinary human being."

I laughed so hard that time when he once told me that. When I saw his blank reaction, I stopped laughing. He then convinced me to do a hypnotic regression with him, to know WHO I really am... And that's when and where I totally lost it.

I still get goosebumps whenever I remember my past...

It was eerily dark at first, until my vision adjusted. I could literally hear, see, and feel everything...

Apparently, I've learned that my real name is Sithathor. They told me that they have derived the name from our goddess Hathor. I am the eldest of Senusret III's children. Senusret III is considered the most powerful ruler during the 12th Dynasty, probably because he has conquered most parts of the earth. He was worshipped by all, thanks to me.

He might be a fierce ruler and fighter, but he adored us, his children. He gave us everything we would ever want and need...

I was the Pharaoh's favorite. According to my mother, right after I was born, my grandfather Senosret II died and left the throne to my father. So definitely, I was considered as his lucky charm. He personally taught me how to fight and defend myself when I was young. I learned combat strategies from him. My father confided in me, brought me along with him in some of his battles. He even once told me that all his children shall learn how to fight, for we will inherit everything when he's gone.

He then married another wife, yet appointed my mother as one of his nomarchs. I was fond of my younger siblings, specifically with Menet. We did almost everything together, except father always found her as the 'softer' version of me.

The highlight of my life was when I was appointed by father as the High Priestess. He built temples and monuments so I could lead the people into deifying him. The worshippers so much looked up to me like I was a deity too.