The ancients story

Im packing up my crayons and going

   The day had started off as dry and slightly humid just like everyday before. But, like everyday before today the young personification of the empire of ancient Egypt who was only a 5 year old girl, refused to wake up and start the day. The extremely young personifications name was Isis but don't worry she'll grow up along with her empire and sadly watching her mortal friends die around her. But that gruesome truth doesn't stop her from acting her human age. In fact it only encourages her to act that way, making the most of her immortal life and sleeping in as much as she could. Isis's room was painted a bright pastel blue, with some gold stars and symbols relating to the gods scattered around. The floors were stone but were covered by thickly woven mats for some level of comfort. Her wooden bed was pushed up against a wall, from the end of the bed you could see the windows clearly. Of course she had some shelving covered in papyrus scrolls and decorated chests full of linen cloth and jewelry.
     It was about 8 am when she finally decided to wake up and start her day, which would be full of mischief and laughter just like everyday. Isis's small feet hit the woven mats with a small thud before she walks over to one of the chests tiredly. She takes the lid off before digging through the chest, pulling out a blue linen tunic before slipping it on. Isis carefully ties a brown leather belt around her waist and slips on a pair of woven sandals. Once dressed, the young girl puts small jars of paint and a few scrolls of paper in a linen bag before she walks off to the kitchen to eat breakfast. As she walks through the halls of her home, her mind wanders to the biggest question in her existence...
'Are there other people like me?'
Before she knows it she reaches the kitchen and is surprised to find that she already had food laid out for her. Isis smiles and with a child like glee starts to eat the dish of fish and walnuts with a side of beer of course. Once finished with the meal she starts her journey to where her mortal caretaker works and lives, the palace. As she walks up the steps to the door, two guards open the doors for her so she could be able to walk in easily. "Thank you!" She says happily as she runs inside of the palace, the long hallway leading straight up to her mortal caretakers throne, which he was not sitting on. So like any child would do she ran up to the throne and laid down on it, taking out her paper and paint so she could draw. Only after 4 hours of drawing and playing with her dolls did her caretaker come back. He looked extremely pissed as he stormed up to her and forcefully pulled her off of the throne, pushing all of her paper and dolls off it as well. This upset her gravely but she didn't say a word as she picked up her papers and dolls, stuffing them back in her bag along with the paints. "Get out demon child, begone!" He shouted as his eyes glared daggers at the young girl. Her lip quivered slightly as he said those words but she turned around to face him and threw a handful of hot sand at his face before running out of the palace. She left the pharaoh steaming in rage and blindness, but she left with a certain sadness that would stay with her for many years to come.