The Eastern Desert, Red Sea Hills, East to the Nile River, Upper Egypt.
Imprecise estimated location.
3rd Month of flood, Hwt-hwr, 1400BC.
The Pharaoh made the grave mistake of blinking in confusion.
For when he opened his eyes, the boy was gone.
His voice.... the way it sounded.
It was almost as though he was forcing himself to obtain the bass tone of an adult man.
He was still a child, a growing boy.
Amsety almost snorted, disregarding the boy.
That one could not be taken seriously.
But then!
He had disappeared into thin air- just the way he had appeared in the first place.
When dust began to rise and make his vision blurry, he understood what was going on.
And he knew why that boy was sent to him.
With a sharp exclaim, Amsety quickly moved away from the spot he once stoo
