Myth

Prologue

During the time of the pharaoh’s rule, the still young Egypt was watched closely by her four pillar gods: Osiris, Isis, Set, and Nephthys. Osiris being the eldest, became the first Pharoah and Isis held the title of queen beside him. Their influence was strong because the people believed in them, relying on their mystical powers and wisdom to bring about wealth and prosperity. Egypt became a budding nation in the hands of Its first rulers, bringing law and order to the wildlands of the Nile. Massive structures were built in their honor, and the nation flourished during the youth of her people, but there were still those dissatisfied by its current state.

Set grew small in the shadow of his brother, jealousy slowly eroded reason. One day he decided to tip the scales to his favor, throwing the great nation into sudden chaos...

CHAPTER 1

Ancient Egypt...

“MaMa” the young goddess called in the ancient tongue as she entered the brilliant Egyptian garden. She walked through the soft blades of vibrant green grass barefooted, passing a glorious fountain of Isis and Osiris entwined. Jamila looked up at the gleaming marble fountain that was big enough to swim in (which she had done on various occasions). Clear shimmering water creating a mote around the gold-painted marble of the two Egyptian gods soring as one through time and space. A sparkling jet of water shot from their stretched bodies as a trail blaze, leaving a rainbow in its spray. Jamila loved this fountain and often stared at it wishing that she had met her father before his death, but the powerful god of the underworld presided in a place she could not wonder, and never dared to if she knew what was wise for her. Going to the place of death was only for the most prevailing gods or by Osiris’ rarely extended invitation (which she so longed to received, she had so many questions for her departed father). The underworld played horrid tricks to the mind, even some of the most astute came back a little off and never the same. So for now, Jamila was content on hearing about her father through tales of his ventures and stories of the love he shared with his dear queen Isis. Jamila looked up at the grandiose statue and prayed that one day she would possess a love like that. She looked down into the pool of sparkling water at her wavering reflection and was instantly reminded of why she came to the tranquil garden in search of her mother, not for peace but for answers.

The young one continued down a granite pathway that forked to a more secluded part of the garden. Light bounced off the widely spaced rocks shimmering with every step. Letting her carefree spirit take reign, she began to play hopscotch between the varying sizes of the rocks, giggling at herself as she miss-stepped into the lush patches of grass and wildflowers sandwiched between each rock. She approached a bountiful fig tree, snagging a treat for herself as she passed under it. Jamila reached a tiny stream and crossed a red wooden bridge that was barely able to fit both her feet but miraculously able to hold her slim weight. Chewing her tasty fruit, she wondered if there where tiny people or spirits who lived in the garden. Many minuscule structures were scattered throughout the garden that was only big enough to fit something no bigger than her thumb. She shrugged her shoulders at the thought, she had more serious questions at the forefront of her mind. As Jamila went deeper into the massive jungle-like garden, the path morphed into uncharted terrain. She climbed over the remains of the moss cover tree, her hands slipped on the slick vegetation and she fell on the other side of the trunk. Jamila stood up in pain, her bruised body didn’t need to have another scrape. She rubbed her aching bum and continued slowly through the dense garden.

She finally entered a clearing that housed a single very very ancient tree on a hill surrounded by an endless field of grass and wildflowers. And as she suspected, she found Isis lounging underneath it staring up through the tree’s thick gnarled branches and brightly colored flowers at the cloudless sky. Red berries nestled in big orange petals that were painted white towards their edges and dip in a crimson at the tips. This place was like a painter’s dream; the tall grass shimmered like a yellow sea under the warm setting sun and Isis sat long graceful legs curved around her body, her siren expressionless face tipped towards the sky. Jamila inhaled deeply taking in all the natural fragrances of Egypt and the sweet perfume of the tree. She felt herself begin to get lost in the maze of tall grass that grew higher than her five feet and six inches body. The field always reminded her of the times when she ran and hid from her mother within the blades. She would curl up with handmade grass dolls and sleep underneath a sheet of shimmering stars believing that her creations would protect her throughout the night. Jamila took another deep breath, clearing the revelry. She was a teenager now almost 14, basically an adult in her mind. She had no time to think about childish things, especially since the fate of her whole being depended upon how her mother answered her questions. She trudges faster through the field of grass, determination in every fiber of her body. She had to know, she needed to know.

Jamila hesitated before exiting the blanket of grass to the presence of her elegant mother. Did she really want to know whether or not she was really an offspring of Osiris? She knew no doubt in her mind that Isis was her birth mother, Jamila saw her every time she looked in the mirror. The same almond-shaped eyes stared back at, the same full nose wrinkled in frustration, and the same full pouty lips sneered in disgust as she looked at the obvious differences of herself. Jamila’s blue eyes and light copper hair amongst the darker norm were dead giveaways that something was not pure about her, but who was she, where did she belong? She tried to fit in with the other kids but no one accepted her, except her mother of course. Is that the reason why she had not heard from her father, he does not find her legitimate? So many questions she needed answered, but yet she was afraid of what the outcome may be.

To be continued...