𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 | Night at the Museum [Ahkmenrah]

Chapter 6: London's Calling

Chapter 6: London's Calling

• 𓎬 ☼ 𓋹⋅☾𓂀 ☽⋅𓋹 ☼ 𓎬 •

Larry XXVIII

2014 - London

"Come on, Heteph! Catch up!"

She watched her cousin: Nefari, run down the path and she couldn't help but shake her head and laugh. Hetepheres was not someone that raced about the place like a hyena.

Throughout her ten years of her life: she took things nice and slowly, taking her time to observe and contemplate reality and life at her pace. The world and life itself was something she cared for deeply despite how good or bad things were. She saw life and peace as the true beauty of reality.

Though, no one could compare its beauty as Hetepheres herself. With thick black hair that was braided in small strands and beads. Round eyes that pierced into any person's soul and yet so gentle and soft. A chiselled face with full lips, toned by tanned skin and body that could rival a goddess. At a young age, she was blessed by her features and caught eyes from many parents to betroth their children with her.

But what made her unique from others were her eyes.

They matched the colour of her family gardens - bright and golden. It stood out from her dark features, almost giving anyone a trance if they ever caught sight of her. Hetepheres wondered why her eyes were different from her family, all of whom had dark brown ones.

Hetepheres smiled, breathing in the air around her. Her home had the best gardens, but nothing could match the ones on the western side. It overlooked the Iteru, the waters shimmering from the sun. Date palms and pomegranate trees were lining the edges of the garden, with several ponds and benches.

She was bathing in the cool breeze from the river, the beautiful flowers and plants until she heard a voice.

'Guardian...'

Those words echoed as if it was being carried by the wind. Hetepheres's smile faltered and confusion was written on her face.

'You are not ready...'

Hetepheres panned around the gardens, trying to find the voice. However, all she could see nearby was Nefari. She frowned and wondered.

"Who are you?" She asked aloud.

'Someone who needs your help, little one...' The voice said in her ear. 'But for now...enjoy your youth. You are not of age yet to know your place in this world.'

She answered back, "Why do you need my help?" Hetepheres' tone changed to concern. "Are you alright?"

A soft giggle echoed.

'Caring and peaceful...unlike many in this world: who only seek power and hunger.' They said. 'Never stopped being selfless Hetepheres, for it is a power that no one has other than yourself...'

When Hetepheres looked to where the direction of the voice left, all she saw was a figure in the middle of gardens. Not Nefari, but a grown man. She walked over, too curious as she carefully tried to call to them.

The man's back was turned to her.

Hetepheres called out: "Who are you?"

When the man turned, they were features she had never seen before. His face so pale and his eyes coloured blue.