Nefertari had never been one to believe in the mystics, but she was curious as a Cat when the unexpected gift had arrived. Her handmaiden had set the package on her majesty's bed, and left her to her own devices. The courier had said it came from a priestess, but gave no name. Foolishly, Nefer assumed it was from her mentor. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, Nefer lounged luxuriously on the bed, fingertips adeptly unfolding the cloth that bound her gift. She let out a soft gasp of awe as she unsheathed a glowing glass pyramid.
"It's beautiful," she murmured, though was secretly fearful of the contraption. It reeked of something dangerous in an otherwordly manner, and she was torn between thrusting it out of her sight or taking it up in her fingers greedily. For several long moments she stared, thoughts waging war upon one another. With a grunt of frustration, she threw the cloth back over it and slid from the bed, stalking off for her husband Ramses? chambers.
However, curiosity eventually got the best of her, as it always did.
Later that evening when she crept into bed, she carefully removed the trinket from its binding folds and cupped it in her hands. Lifting it up toward her face for closer inspection, she looked more like someone holding a covetous treasure. The pyramid was made of clear glass accented with ancient hieroglyphs in molten gold. Inside, a mystifying light pulsed steadily, beckoning Nefer forth and toward it. The tip of the pyramid was hinged, its contents urging her to open it. Entranced, she failed to heed, let alone read, the ancient scripture's warning etched along the surface. Nimble, na've fingertips stretched to lift the tip.
There was a sudden burst of bright lights that engulfed the entire room, and for all she knew the entire palace. Nefertari wouldn't know as that was the last thing she saw before blacking out.
"It's beautiful," she murmured, though was secretly fearful of the contraption. It reeked of something dangerous in an otherwordly manner, and she was torn between thrusting it out of her sight or taking it up in her fingers greedily. For several long moments she stared, thoughts waging war upon one another. With a grunt of frustration, she threw the cloth back over it and slid from the bed, stalking off for her husband Ramses? chambers.
However, curiosity eventually got the best of her, as it always did.
Later that evening when she crept into bed, she carefully removed the trinket from its binding folds and cupped it in her hands. Lifting it up toward her face for closer inspection, she looked more like someone holding a covetous treasure. The pyramid was made of clear glass accented with ancient hieroglyphs in molten gold. Inside, a mystifying light pulsed steadily, beckoning Nefer forth and toward it. The tip of the pyramid was hinged, its contents urging her to open it. Entranced, she failed to heed, let alone read, the ancient scripture's warning etched along the surface. Nimble, na've fingertips stretched to lift the tip.
There was a sudden burst of bright lights that engulfed the entire room, and for all she knew the entire palace. Nefertari wouldn't know as that was the last thing she saw before blacking out.