The heart sees what the eyes want
A million stars could not keep me apart from you. You stood in my court that day, and a light years away from Egypt, today, I stand before you.
Was it my fault, that I was born to rule? I look on the monitor beside me, at the layers of my mummified body displayed in a large hologram for the jury to dissect.
The afterlife is not as I expect it, the stars float in clusters in the sky, though my eyes don’t stay away from you for long. I wish it was just you and me, just as the day we had first met all those years ago. Your hands brushing my fingers lightly, the sun reflecting on your dress sequenced with small mirrors as you had woken me the first time we had met.
The jeweled pillars in the courtroom glimmer with the same dazzling shine today.
Your soft tan breasts covered with satin silk, keep distracting me. Your hair parted neatly, doing nothing to manage the violent curls that match the fire I had glimpsed when we first met.
And if dying to love you my darling was the cost I had to pay to meet you again, then I pay it willingly.
I look at my invention, the light bouncing off its smooth surfaces, brighter than the day it was created. I’d been assured by my chief scientist, during the first docking of the Giza pyramid voyager that the black hole would not blast it to bits. I never had any reason to doubt Imhotep’s skillful advice, when we were kids, and even now as I travel across the afterlife with him to find you. The pain in my shoulder mellows to a tolerable throbbing, changing from blinding agony to a whisper in the span of seconds.
‘All rise for King Ra, our father and Leader, the Carrier of the Sun, the magnificent illuminator.’
A small ferret headed creature trumpets at the entrance to the gigantic dome we were standing in, reflective panels plastering the facade, lest we forget that this was the palace of the Great Sun God.
Imhotep stands firmly guarding the pyramid ship, though we both knew there was little either of us, or my crew inside could do to stop Ra.
The great Sun God could, with a flick of his wrist, feed us to his pets.
The jury and members of court all rise, bowing towards the dias.
I lift my head up, my chest rising high as I see him for the first time. My shoulder stings rapidly from the movement. I keep standing.
The 7 foot God glides in the room. The gallery was made to accommodate his crown that fell in long snowflake patterns tapestry, the gold leaves falling from it and melting in a stream of molten gold that escaped through the gutters.
If Imhotep had not been standing on the platform in front of the Pyramid, his feet would have melted in the stream of the Sun’s ether, powering the core on inside which they were currently bubbled in safely.
You speak for the first time, quietly seated on the throne next to Ra, staring at the pyramid, Watching raptly but silently, your fingers steepled in front of your mouth. My Princess.
‘It appears you have made quite a journey King Bliny. It is customary that we should reward you. King Ra will hear your plea now. Welcome to the Sun’
Your eyes are steely - they never used to be.
‘You know what I want’ I say, almost in a whisper
You look away, the smile dropping from your face in the span of a millisecond.
