Syphier's eyes fluttered open, and she groaned. Why was she awake already? As she tried to grasp her consciousness and try to figure out where she was, she realized that her vision was blurred, odd colors swirling about. What the hell? That wasn't normal no matter how you looked at it. An oddly familiar heat brushed against her face like a hot breeze, and the fog cleared. Oh, it was this place again, Syphier decided. The open-air terrace, in the deserts of Egypt. She had no idea how she knew that. She simply did. Deciding not to question dream logic, as doing so never got anyone anywhere, she merely looked around her, and observed. Egyptian nobles, fattened on the sweat of the lower class, lounged luxuriously as servants bustled to and fro bearing golden platters filled with fruit, wine, bread, and cheese. She blinked, trying to adjust to this strangely real environment. Then she heard a powerful voice from across the terrace, and even though it did not call her by her name, her dream self knew that it was she the voice spoke to.
"Apep, come here." It was a command, not a request. Not a cruel voice, however. Simply a voice accustomed to authority.
Syphier was suddenly very aware of the fact that she was not at all in control of her dream body, as she turned towards the head of the terrace and glided over to the throne, where the young pharaoh sat, his brown-eyed gaze upon her. He was the one who had called her, Apep, and like an obedient dog, she obeyed without question. Of course, Syphier knew a lot about ancient egyptian society from her eccentric uncle. She knew that the pharaoh was a god on earth to their people, and to even be in his presence was an honor most of Egypt would die to acquire. To refuse any command from him was... unthinkable. Still, even in dream Syphier was not pleased to be anyones slave, even the pharaoh. Wait, what was she anyway? Casting her gaze down as she moved, her eyes widened. She knew exactly what she was. She was.... lean, with dark copper skin and.... v-very pronounced curves! Her long black hair fell over her shoulders in curling locks, and she was damn horrified at what she was wearing, despite her knowledge of the society of ancient Egypt. A long, thin skirt, slitted on both sides up to the thighs. Her top was made of the same material, barely covering her breasts(rather large. Much more so than actual Syphier)... which, would have been sufficient, had the fabric not been see-through. Of course, this was standard attire, for a concubine of the pharaoh.
Syphier tried to take a few breaths to calm herself down, and remind her that this was a woman named Apep, not her. Not Syphier. Azarel Syphier was asleep somewhere, dreaming this! Probably face-down in a book in the ravenclaw dorms, or on her bed at home.
Still, she was (seemingly) inside of this body, and it disgusted her. Regardless of Zel's emotions, Apep faithfully approached the pharaoh, bowing respectfully, and spoke in a silky, sexy voice that Syphier would NEVER have,
"I am at your service, my pharaoh." AUGH!! Wait... Syphier blinked, taking a second look at the young pharaoh. Was that.... Dexterity? No, the pharaoh looked nothing like Dexteity. He had a much more feminine jawline than Dexterity. He was leaner, and considerably shorter, with smooth copper skin and curly brown hair. This could not be Dex. But somehow, she knew. It was in his eyes, and she couldn't question it. The pharaoh was Dexterity Danger Damon. But how? In the meanwhile, Apep, apparently a rather clever thing, despite her position, asked, "Something troubles you, my lord?" The Pharaoh Dexterity frowned, looking at Apep, sighing, then gazing out into the night sky again, the sounds of merriment that filled the air around them seemed not to touch the young pharaoh. After a moment, he opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted.
"My brother!" Apep (as well as Syphier) and the Pharaoh looked up to see a man who Syphier knew was named Sethos, and he was the younger half-brother of the pharaoh. He came over with a big grin on his face, gold bracelets and jewels glittering against his dark, tanned skin "Why do you not enjoy the festivities, Akhmenra? It is a night of celebration! Not of mourning!" He grinned, but there was an odd glint in his eyes. Syphier couldn't place it. One thing that did occur to her, however, was that Sethos was Delirius Damon just as the pharaoh, Akhmenra, was Dexterity. Syphier's head would be spinning if it wasn't on Apep's shoulders. The second revelation came to her through Apep's thoughts, and her first reaction was to shun the idea,
Prince Sethos hates his brother, the pharaoh. He wishes him dead, but I will not let him do it.
What? Del hate Dex? Impossible! But again, Syphier reminded herself that this was a dream, and nothing here was real or made sense... it sure felt otherwise, though. Sethos grinned, swiping a golden goblet of wine off a passing servants tray in a very villainish manner and chugging it. The pharaoh Akhmenra gave Sethos a worried look, cringing a tad at his brother. Did he know? Then there was a flash of light against the black night sky. People muttered, gasped, shrieked, surprised and confused. Akhmenra jolted to his feet, and Syphier caught a glint against his chest, among all the gold and jewels there... was the eye of Re. HER eye of Re. The last thing she heard was his voice in the chaos as this world faded away,
"Gods--"
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