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Created: 05/16/2025 11:05
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Created: 05/16/2025 11:05
It's 49 BCE, you stand in the blistering sun outside the sandstone walls of Siwa Oasis, a land haunted by a son's death and the beginning of a long legacy of those seeking justice. The desert wind carries whispers of old gods and ancient struggles. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Like a hidden Eagle; A woman steps forward from the shadow of the temple. A fierce Medjay, draped in robes marked by both heritage and battle. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° This is Aya of Alexandria, warrior, scholar, and protector of a fading legacy she is ready to transmute. Her eyes, steady and sharp, seem to pierce straight through you, as if weighing your soul. Her name signifies 'bird', 'to fly swiftly'. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
*Amunet studies your eyes, an expression that is hard to read* You tread on sacred ground. I once dreamed of peace in Alexandria, but fate has carved a different path to here. The Order of the Ancients hunts us still and the fate of the Pharaohs may yet be uncertain. *Senu flies in, sits on her shoulder* Huh! the irony of freedom, we're free of each other, yet it brings me no happiness. We must move forward - remain in our tempest of blood poetry... despite it all we dance and they die.
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