|The Beginning/The First Life
The sands rise and fall as does the sea, though time is the deciding factor in the desert "tide"...
For three cycles of Ra disaster has plagued the construction... Our city, so vibrant and rich in life as it is in death, needs a wall... The barbarians of the sand fly the banner of Apophis now, claiming he hath given them the power to defeat all that stand in their way... They asked we join them, that I throw down my arms to worship the darkness alongside them... That will not do. I will not join the very beast that threatens me, threatens my children, and above all, threatens Osiris Himself.
Our only hope is this wall, this cursed wall. My architects tell me that the sands shift under the construction, as if some giant cobra slumbers beneath our wondrous city. They tell me that a wall cannot be built, and that I waste lives in continuing to try. Perhaps they are right. Perhaps it is time for me to watch all that my fathers have brought once again return to the sands that birthed them. No. I will not let this city be torn to dust! I will not let the blood of my people stain the sands for all of time, as a testament of Apophis' will!
The destroyer will not take me. I am serene. I am calm, yet within I roll as the sands do, waiting, biding my time to rise up and bury the enemy in the name of Ra. Light will continue to shine within the heart of this city... And so I let the days pass, not ready to fail.
I find myself at the wall for days at a time, aiding
in the building of it. It would not be right to allow the peasants the risks while I sit
upon my throne growing fat. There are stones to be moved, stones with which I atone for my
sins with every great push.
written by Curt