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I am not actually Egyptian.

At the age of thirteen, I was taken here. I was brought here to lead Egypt into prosperity, and it was a sacrifice that had to be made, as Nefertiti says, as if I'd ever listen to her. But every now and then, I wonder if back in my time, my actual time, my real parents long for the girl they had lost.

But what is done is done.


4 Years Earlier

I ran through the soft white sand to the beautiful ocean. I could feel the breeze from the ocean coming, and the water gently pulling me towards it.

"Don't go too far out, Alexia!" my mother had shouted.

I turned back for one second, that one simple second, and I felt the sand give way under me.

I remember the screams, the nothingness, then being pulled to a hot desert, and people surrounded me.


I sighed for the fifth time.

Nefertiti sent me on this pointless errand—me, one of the commanders of the Egyptian army. What kind of commander goes on a fool's errand?

My men had come. I wondered about that as well, but there wasn't a thing I could do about that. Nefertiti had sent them, of course. No one contradicted her.

I saw a flash of light, and a girl dressed strangely emerged from the sand. A couple of men jumped, but I stared.

At such a young age, she was such a beautiful child. She looked to be thirteen, fourteen. She had beautiful eyes, beautiful features, beautiful dark skin, beautiful…everything.

I loved her at that exact second.

Then, she screamed.

She shouted something unintelligible. It sounded like a different language, but you could tell the girl was angry.

Such a fierce expression….so beautiful….


I stopped shouting when that man leaned towards me.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I asked, but then I noticed how handsome he was, how different his eyes were.

Then, in my flabbergasted moment of astonishment, he kissed me.

That definitely made me reevaluate what was happening.

I hit him on the head, kicking and screaming.

"What is wrong with you?" I screamed. "I don't even know you."

He smirked.

"So she speaks." He said, acting astonished.

"What do you think I've been doing? Where am I?" I shouted.

"Egypt, of course." I replied. "Anyone from anywhere would have to know that." I paused.


"You're in Egypt." He said again.

"I heard what you said! But do I look like I should be here. I put a hand on my hip, glaring.

"Not really."

"….that was a rhetorical question. I'm supposed to be in Florida, by the beach, not halfway across the world!"

"Florida?" he asked puzzled.

"You've never heard of Florida?" I shouted, then paused as it dawned on me. "Please tell me this is the twenty-first century!"

"Twenty-first? We haven't even gotten to fifteenth."

"Crap! What about my music? The cello or the violin hasn't been invented yet, right?" I was a devout musician, being a pianist, cellist, violinist, and etcetera. How would I survive without them for such a long time? He laughed.

"What a strange name for an instrument. You can think of something like that right now? It's as if you were the goddess Bastet herself."

"What do you mean? I'll get back somehow right?" I asked.

"I'm sorry to say, but it's not likely. I don't know much about sorcery, but the place a person emerges from can't change, or they can't get home. And, the desert sand blows around constantly…" tears welled in my eyes.

"I….won't ever see my parents again?" I whispered.

"I'm very sorry." I started crying.

"Ramses, the girl has to go now. " One of the men accompanying the man said.

"What do you mean? I'm not going anywhere with you people." Another man wrapped his hand around my arm.

"We have to take her to Nefertiti."

"Don't talk about me like I'm not even there!" I tried to run in the opposite direction, and the man let go of me for a moment, then picked me up from behind. I kicked and screamed, but no one seemed to do anything.


"What is this?" I shouted. "Why are you taking the girl?"

"She is who Nefertiti asked for." He said calmly, above the girl's screams. She looked up at me in surprise, and those eyes seemed yearning for someone that will care. Everything must be very strange in this world for the poor girl.

I did something so stupid; I doubt I'd be forgiven to this day.

I punched the man holding her, who promptly let go of the girl so he could cradle his bruised face. She added in a kick that seemed hard enough, telling by the long legs it came from. I took my sword from its sheath and stabbed him, then one after another.

"Quickly. We'll have to get to my estate." I took her hand to run, and she kept up well with me, squeezing my hand tightly.

"What are we going to do? You just killed three men!" she screamed.

"We'll find a way. I won't let Nefertiti have you, if you're that important."

"But those men….they lost their lives for me. She can't be too bad." She stopped.

Was she crazy?

"Take me to her. No more lives should be lost because of me." I could see her determined eyes, the set of her mouth told me she wasn't budging.



He just killed those people! They might have just been doing what Nefertiti, who I was sure was some sort of royalty at the time, told them to do. I wouldn't take no for an answer. It didn't matter anymore, anyway. I lost my family, my life, heck, I lost my music too. The man glared.

"Fine," was the word that came out of his mouth. He walked toward the other direction. We walked in silence, and I cringed as we passed the dead bodies again.

"What was your name, child?" he asked. Child? Seriously? He didn't look to be seventeen, he had no right.

"I'm not a child, and since I'll be staying here a while, my actual name will probably be suspicious. Would it be okay for me to be called that name you mentioned…Bastet, right?" he nodded. It didn't really matter to me anymore, that my real name was Alexia. Why would it matter?

"I am Ramses." I kept my composure. The name reminded me of something, but I didn't know enough about ancient Egyptian culture. "Now, if I'm taking you to Nefertiti, you need to understand something. Don't listen to a thing that woman says. She is conniving, and the only reason she brought you here is probably for something bad. If she allows you to leave, I'll be waiting in the city." I nodded, understanding. We got closer and closer to the city, then even closer to the palace Nefertiti lived in. Before I knew it, we were standing at the main entrance. Guards moved aside for me, which made me wonder. I waved to Ramses, gave him a small smile, assuring him I would be fine.

The corridor I walked into was dark, with no type of lighting. My eyes adjusted, and I could see a woman standing in front of me.

"My girl, you've arrived." I could tell she was Nefertiti. She had a cunning smile on her face.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I heard I was called upon by you." I said, hiding the impending sarcasm in my voice.

"Yes. I need you. None of these Egyptian girls are smart enough to do the task I want you to do."

"That would be?"

"I need you to make that commander, Ramses fall in love with you." I lost my composure there.

"What? I'm only thirteen!" I shouted angrily.

"That is the customary time girls get married." I gaped.


"I need a spy, dear. That man is always scheming, I can tell." The woman probably was scheming herself.

Then, I remembered I was supposed to be spying myself.

"Of course, Your Highness. It will be done. Ramses has already invited me after this, if you will let me leave with him, of course." I replied. She smirked, seeming satisfied.

"Yes, that would be smart. You are dismissed."

I bowed and ran out.


Such a foolish girl. She thinks she can outsmart me? I know she won't be telling me a thing.

"Amun!" I shouted for my servant. He came out of nowhere. "Your opinion?"

"I think she's lying, Queen Dowager." He nearly whispered.

"Exactly. Follow the girl."

"As you wish." He replied, then faded into the darkness.


She walked out, and I nearly sighed in gratefulness.

But then I saw the man following her. I kept smiling, to reassure her, but the sign of that man meant Nefertiti sent someone to follow us.

"Are you okay?" I asked. Nefertiti was known for doing horrible things.

"Of course." She flashed a beautiful, blinding smile.

" Very well. Would you like to walk around then? The vendors may have something interesting." She took my hand and smiled up at me, a confirmation of my suggestion. We would have to stay in the town for a while, so maybe the man would just leave. We started walking.

"Wow! Ramses, isn't this beautiful?" people were staring at Bastet, fingering the stone of a necklace, and I realized she needed more suitable clothing. I bent down to whisper in her ear.

"Go look at some of the clothing, and pick out a dress for yourself. Perhaps a wig, as well." She looked down, nodded her head, and hurried off.

Now to look for something for her.

I could tell she was a devoted musician, so I looked for a vendor selling instruments.

The flute seemed popular now, so I bought a flute for her.

I wanted to make her as comfortable as possible.


I chose a dress quickly, a white one with a gossamer robe, and went back to find Ramses.

"I found one!" I said, smiling. He smiled back.

"Then we'll go to my estate. You won't mind staying there, would you?" I pondered. Mom had always told me not to go home with a guy I didn't really know. Then he added, "You don't need to worry, my sisters live there with me. You're welcome to stay in their quarters." Then, decided, I nodded.

"Now, I'm sure you're still thinking about your music?" he asked. I nodded sadly. I felt bad for thinking more about that than my family, but I had already accepted that I wouldn't ever see them again.

Ramses held out a wooden flute.

I gasped, and gently took it in my own hands. The flute was made of a beautiful dark wood, with engravings of a vine of flowers curling around the instrument.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"It was no problem. We have a musician on the estate, so you should be able to learn from him." I smiled up at him.

This place was already okay with Ramses; I think it might be a bit better.

2 Years Later…


I was out practicing my archery when he came out to me to tell me the news.

"Bastet." I shot one last arrow before turning to the voice that called me, the voice I loved. In the two years I'd arrived here, the name Alexia had faded into my memory. There was no more of that all around sweet child; now I got two sides, just like the goddess herself; one docile, sweet young woman, and another brutal one in battle.

It was strange for me, a woman to be out in battle, but the people believed I was the personification of the goddess of music and dancing, pregnancy, and war. The war part made me the head of archery, which I had practiced since I came here, and I entertained the soldiers as well with the flute the general had bought me.

"Yes?" I answered. I walked over to Ramses, and dropped my arrow and bow to wrap my arms around the one I loved.

"The Pharaoh has a need for a spy for Egypt, and the other generals and I have elected you." My smile faded.

"You idiot! Do you think I want to go to some foreign country again? What do they have me doing now, being a servant?" I shouted. I was so tired of always going to countries to get Intel.

"Of course not. I've bent this to your liking; you will serve as a musician for the Hittite Prince's concubine." I almost smiled.

"Speaking of concubine, I'm sure this girl would really like to get married to the Prince." He knew exactly what I was talking about. We'd been together like this for more than a year, yet he still refuses to marry me. Always some excuse like 'I want to secure my position', or 'now isn't the right time'.

"Of course, but I'm sure the Prince has other ideas." I glared at him, and turned around.

"Humph. When do they want me to leave?"

"As soon as possible."

I turned back to face him with a smile in my eyes, but not on my mouth; the mischievous look I loved giving him.

"Then I suppose I shouldn't keep them waiting. Beset." I called. The girl came rushing up. "Please prepare my things for a trip." She nodded, and went in the direction of my room. I followed her to instruct her on what to bring.

- -

I went into the market the following day. I needed to buy some things for my trip. Beset and Ramses accompanied me, and I chose certain things, buying simpler clothing, or bells for my ankles. I smiled, happy with Ramses with me, and heard music. I laughed and started twirling as people began to watch and part the way. Ramses laughed at me, shaking his head.

Then I saw a child, dancing.

She was graceful, for such a young girl of around five. She stopped as soon as she saw me, and I stopped as soon as I saw her. We both stared at each other in awe.

The girl looked poor, in rags, and a dirty face, but bright blue eyes shone under the grime, and so did beautiful sun kissed skin. She bowed, and tried to run away, but I grabbed her arm.

"Wait! Who are you, child?" I asked, astonished.

"Sanaa." She replied, shyly. I nearly laughed. The way the girl was dancing, how could she be so shy? "Are you Bastet?"

"Yes." I wasn't surprised. Many people knew who I was. I was lionized here. "Where are your parents, Sanaa?"

"I am an orphan. I just heard the music, and couldn't help but dance; I'm not traveling with the musicians."

"Then where have you been living?"

"On the streets." I then noticed how her cheeks seemed sunken in, how the torn cloth hung off of her tiny frame. I paused, thoughtfully.

"Your dancing, it shouldn't be wasted. Would you like to come home with me? I promise you will be better off." She cocked her head to the side.

"I couldn't possibly. I'm just a girl who is living on the streets. How could I possibly come home with a goddess?" she started sobbing. She must have thought this was a cruel joke! I bent down to hug Sanaa.

"Shh, shh." I whispered. "I'll be here." She cried into my neck, and I picked her up. So light. I thought.

I handed the basket of my things to Beset, and cradled the child. She'd calmed a bit, and just rested her head on my shoulder.

"Find the girl some clothing. She'll be staying with us from now on." Beset nodded and hurried off.

"What are you doing? Do you even know who the child is?" Ramses asked.

"No. But I do know she's a girl in need of parents, and I will be one for her. But, the question is, are you willing?" He hesitated, and nodded. "Good." I said, smiling. "Now, we'll need to prepare things for her. She'll be accompanying me."