Prologue
The
sun
was
already
high
in
the
sky,
the
heat
of
the
day
had
reached
its
peak
and
nevertheless
the
streets
of
Bastet
were
busy.
People
were
busy
going
about
their
daily
lives,
trying
to
earn
the
money
they
needed
for
their
families.
The
poorer
working
class
made
up
the
majority
of
the
population
in
the
city,
but
they
did
not
have
a
bad
life.
Sorcerers,
witches,
and
non-magicians
lived
peacefully
side
by
side
there,
but
it
was
not
always
so.
The
land
of
Deserta
had
existed
for
thousands
of
years,
but
was
settled
only
by
nomads
with
short-lived
periods
of
settlement.
Only
in
the
last
thousand
years
did
sorcerers,
witches,
and
ordinaries
from
the
continent
of
Portunus
come
over
to
Fidius,
the
desert
continent.
They
were
aware
that
life
there
would
not
be
easy.
Nevertheless,
they
tried
their
luck,
escaping
from
the
constant
war
between
white
and
black
magicians,
the
danger
of
hostile
sorcerers
and
witches,
and
the
conflict
that
existed
between
ordinaries
and
magicians.
In
addition
to
Bastet,
four
other
large
cities
were
formed:
Harena,
Sandyx,
Ebur
and
Excetra.
Trade
between
the
five
cities
flourished,
but
it
was
not
always
so.
A
dark
shadow
also
lay
over
this
empire,
which
the
pharaohs
themselves
had
to
conquer,
completely
without
the
godly
trinity.
The
Desertans
nevertheless
had
a
firm
belief
in
them,
obeying
their
laws
and
those
of
the
Pharaoh,
who
was
also
worshipped as a god.
Among
all
the
people
on
the
street
there
was
also
a
young
witch
on
the
road,
her
body
paint
marked
her
as
a
priestess,
which
she
had
already
received
at
the
age
of
7.
Nevertheless,
she
had
never
started
to
work
as
a
priestess
in
the
temple.
It
was
not
a
life
she
desired,
even
if
her
recently
deceased
father
would
have
liked
to
see
her
in
this
activity.
Respectful
of
other
people,
she
always
tried
to
remain
polite,
not
to
stand
out.
She
much
preferred
to
retreat
into
the
desert
and
practice
her
witchcraft
secretly,
without
restrictions,
without
paying
tribute
to
the
gods.
Gods
-
she
didn't
believe
in
any
gods
and
didn't
think
they
were
all-powerful.
But
she
could
not
go
on
like
this,
because
she
could
not
live
long
on
the
little
money
she
had
left
from
her
father.
Marriage
was
also
out
of
the
question
for
Créer*
,
even
though
she
was
already
18
years
old
and
late
by
the
standards of the time.
One week after the death of her father.
Respect the rules of witchcraft - decided and
guarded by the Sorcerer's Triangle.
Otherwise, it will be your damage.
Chapter 1 - To the priesthood cursed
Créer
was
on
her
way
to
the
temple
to
pick
up
the
remaining
books
of
her
late
father.
It
was
a
hustle
and
bustle
in
the
streets,
children
running
around
playing,
while
most
people
shopped
at
the
market
stalls
for
their
daily
needs.
The
stalls
were
continuously
supplied
with
goods,
with
carts
being
pulled
through
the
streets.
People
were
used
to
this
and
yet
it
was
not
an
insignificant
effort
to
pull
a
fully
loaded
cart
through
the
busy
street.
Among
the
noises
and
voices,
loud
shouting
also
rose
again
and
again
from
the
sellers,
who
advertised
their
goods
and
everyone
wanted
to
offer
the
best
goods
and
the
best
prices.
Créer
also
had
to
do
some
shopping,
so
she
carried
a
basket
with
her
and
kept
looking
at
the
market
stalls,
comparing
goods
and
prices.
She
didn't
have
much
money
left
and
had
to
make
do
until
she
found
a
suitable
job
for
herself.
Her
dark
gray
fur
with
the
light
gray
body
paint
was
covered
by
a
long
cream-white
dress,
which
consisted
of
thin,
slightly
transparent
fabric.
A
long,
also
thin
light
olive
yellow
scarf
she
wore
around
her
neck,
while
her
feet
wore
only
brown
leather
sandals.
The
thin
fabric
allowed
enough
air
to
reach
her
body,
which
was
necessary
in
the
temperatures
on
Fidius.
Aside
from
her
two
gold
earrings,
Créer
wore
no
jewelry,
though
that
already
put
her
in
a
higher
position.
While
the
normal
workers
usually
wore
no
jewelry
at
all,
the
pharaohs
had
magnificent
necklaces,
bracelets
and
more.
The
men
usually
wore
only
a
loincloth,
which,
depending
on
the
outfit,
additionally
indicated
the
respective
position.
Nevertheless,
this
was
not
compulsory
and
the
upper
body
could
be
dressed
as
well,
depending
on
one's
own
sense
of
well-being.
One
of
the
vendors
approached
Créer
as
she
looked
around
his
stall,
"Honored
customer,
what
can
I
offer
you
of
my
humble
wares?"
From
her
priestly
paint,
he
had
recognized
her
as
such
and
wanted
to
pay
her
every
honor.
Priestesses
were
very
highly
respected
and
thus
given
preferential
treatment.
Créer
handed
him
the
basket,
where
he
had
now
addressed
her
anyway:
„Feel
it
with
some
apples.“
Without
hesitation,
the
seller
began
to
pack
the
most
beautiful
apples
on
his
offer
in
her
basket:
„You
are
a
priestess,
I
will
make
you
a
special
offer.
You
only
need
to
pay
6
coins.“
Actually,
Créer
didn't
want
to
pay
less
at
all;
this
behavior
got
on
her
nerves.
Of
course,
she
could
save
on
it,
just
when
she
had
so
little
money
available
and
yet
it
bothered
her:
„That
is
really
kind
of
you.“
Nevertheless,
she
could
not
refuse
it
and
tried
not
to
let
her
displeasure
about
it
show.
It
was
not
appreciated
when
a
priestess
did
not
perform
her
duties
or
did
not
behave
appropriately.
Happy
to
have
made
such
a
good
offer
to
a
priestess,
he
pushed
the
basket
over
to
Créer.
She
took
it
and
paid
the
requested
six
coins,
which
was
far
too
little.
For
the
number
of
apples
he
could
have
asked
at
least
double.
„May
the
godly
trinity
be
with
you“,
fhe
added.
How
often
Créer
had
heard
this
phrase
and
how
much
she
hated
it:
„With
you
too.“
Forced
to
smile
at
him,
she
tried
not
to
let
on
and
then
continued
on
her
way
to
the
temple
with
her
basket.
The
apples
rolled
around
a
bit
in
the
basket
while
Créer
continued
to
push
her
way
through
the
streets.
She
had
not
cooked
since
her
father's
death,
it
reminded
her
too
much
of
the
familiarity
she
no
longer
had.
So
alone
it
was
like
a
deep
stab
in
the
heart,
even
though
her
relationship
with
her
father
had
recently
become
more
and
more
distant.
Thus,
she
preferred
to
limit
her
food
to
fruits,
in
order
not
to
suffer
even
more
from
the
loss.
How
she
would
love
to
live
in
a
place
where
she
could
practice
her
witchcraft
in
peace,
create
things
and
test
her
powers.
But
as
long
as
she
remained
in
Bastet,
she
could
only
do
that
by
sneaking
into
the
desert
and
casting
spells
unnoticed by others.
As
soon
as
Créer
reached
the
large
square
in
front
of
the
temple,
she
saw
the
statues
of
the
godly
trinity
in
front
of
the
temple
entrance.
In
the
center
was
depicted
the
first,
a
jackal,
which
looked
over
the
square
with
a
stern
gaze.
His
clothing
was
atypical
for
the
people
of
Deserta.
He
wore
ordinary
trousers,
a
shirt,
closed
shoes
and
several
bracelets
on
his
right
arm,
but
they
looked
more
like
they
were
made
of
leather
or
something
similar.
The
right
statue
showed
a
fox,
which
appeared
neutral
yet
judgmental.
It
was
the
second
one,
whose
clothes
were
also
not
from
this
area.
He
also
wore
a
shirt,
trousers
and
appropriate
shoes.
Instead
of
the
bracelets,
his
neck
was
adorned
with
a
longer
chain,
at
the
end
of
which
hung
a
pouch.
On
the
left
was
presented
the
third,
whose
gaze
was
rather
soft,
and
yet
he
looked
like
a
vigilant
observer
because
of
the
bony
branch
in
his
right
hand,
which
served
as
a
staff.
With
his
clothing
he
was
different
from
the
other
two
and
yet
it
was
not
Deserta
clothing
either.
His
upper
body
was
bare,
and
his
pants
and
shoes
looked
more
worn.
He
was
the
only
one
of
the
godly
trinity
to
wear
gloves
where
the
fingertips
were
already
peeking
out.
In
his
left
ear
he
had
three
studs
and
two
creoles,
in
his
right
ear
there
were
four
studs
and
an
earring
with
two
feathers
on
it.
He
also
wore
a
chain
around
his
neck
with
three
small
animal
bones
on
it.
All
three
statues
were
made
of
white
granite,
as
well
as
the
temple
and
the
entire
square
in
front
of
it.
Between
the
right
and
the
middle
statue,
as
well
as
the
left
and
the
middle
statue,
there
was
one
entrance
each,
which
led
into
the
temple.
Créer
walked
past
the
statue
of
the
Second
and
entered
the
temple.
The
prayer
room
was
the
centerpiece
of
the
temple,
adorned
with
eight
columns,
four
on
the
right
and
four
on
the
left.
These,
like
the
walls
of
the
room,
were
covered
with
hieroglyphics
and
pictorial
representations.
In
the
center
of
the
prayer
room
stood
a
wide,
trapezoidal
column
whose
broad
edge
pointed
to
the
entrance.
At
the
feet
of
this
was
an
altar,
decorated
and
covered
with
offerings,
such
as
fruit,
honey,
wine,
sweet
breads
and
more.
The
offerings
were
laid
down
for
the
divine
trinity
to
make
them
benevolent.
The
large
pillar
behind
it,
like
the
other
pillars,
was
covered
with
hieroglyphics
and
told
the
story
of
the
origin
of
witchcraft.
According
to
this
tradition,
the
godly
trinity
created
nature
magic
and
established
its
rules
and
customs.
Princeps,
the
first
of
the
godly
trinity,
was
portrayed
as
a
strict
judge
of
anyone
who
dared
to
defy
these
firm
rules.
But
also
as
a
wise
and
righteous
god,
who
rewarded
the
docile
and
good-natured.
The
second,
Secundus,
on
the
other
hand,
was
highlighted
as
a
just
and
peaceful
conciliator.
A
thoughtful
and
restful
god,
he
was
said
to
provide
understanding
between
the
pharaohs,
but
also
preserver
of
conflicts
within
the
people,
family
and
merchants.
A
patron
god
was
the
third,
Tertius.
He
was
credited
with
helping
those
in
need
and
protecting
those
who
needed
protection.
He
was
portrayed
as
a
kind
and
understanding
god.
All
together
they
could
influence
the
harvest,
the
weather
and
much
more
with
their
powers.
The
rules
of
witchcraft
were
also
perpetuated
there,
the
so-called
Maga
Codex.
Next
to
the
prayer
room
there
were
the
bathing
rooms
for
the
priests
on
the
right
and
the
study
of
the
temple
leader
and
the
medicine
room
on
the
left.
If
you
went
through
the
prayer
room
to
the
end,
you
came
to
a
staircase
that
led
down
to
the
library,
which
also
served
as
a
study
for
all
the
other
priests.
In
all
rooms
there
were
large
candlesticks
on
which
several
candles
could
be
placed
and
illuminate
the
temple
with
their
light.
These
were
lit
by
the
priests
by
means
of
witchcraft.
Créer
let
her
gaze
wander
through
the
room,
inhaled
the
air,
which
had
a
strong
smell
of
incense,
and
made
her
way
to
the
study
of
the
temple
leader.
Not
without
escaping
the
attention
of
the
other
priestesses
in
the
prayer
room,
who
directly
began
to
whisper
unseemly
about
her.
Créer
also
gave
them
more
than
enough
reason
for
this,
because
at
her
age
neither
to
be
married
nor
to
perform
a
job
was
an
absolute
sacrilege.
In
addition,
a
lot
of
jealousy
also
played
a
role,
since
Créer
had
been
unusually
talented
at
a
young
age
and
even
then
had
contributed
her
part
in
the
protection
spell
for
the
city.
Even
as
the
other
priestesses
whispered
behind
their
backs,
Créer
entered
the
temple
leader's
study
and
greeted
him
with
a
discreet
nod:
„Good
morning
Menefer.“
The
older
cat
was
sitting
at
his
desk
and
looked
up
happily
when
he
heard
Créer's
voice:
„Good
morning
Créer,
I
am
glad
to
see
you.
What
brings
you
to
the
temple?“
His
once
strong
brown
fur
slowly
turned
gray,
a
long
beard
adorned
his
appearance
and
gave
him
a
special
aura
of
wisdom.
As
a
temple
leader,
he
wore
a
longer,
light-colored
robe
of
linen
embroidered
with
ornaments.
As
he
stood
up
from
his
seat,
his
bracelets
jingled,
adorning
his
hand
along
with
several
rings.
He
reached
for
his
walking
stick,
which
could
also
serve
well
as
a
staff
due
to
its
length.
„I
just
want
to
get
my
father's
books
to
add
to
his
grave“,
Créer
replied,
which
made
Menefer
sad
for
a
moment.
He
himself
was
quite
a
bit
older
than
their
father
had
been,
although
Menefer's
age
was
unusual
anyway:
„My
heartfelt
condolences.
Siad
was
truly
an
exceptionally
talented
priest
and
good
friend.
So
was
your
mother.
You
inherited
her
talent.
Come,
let's
go
and
get
the
books
first.“
Créer
forced
himself
to
smile:
„Yes,
please.“
So
often
she
had
heard
from
him
how
talented
her
parents
had
been
and
how
talented
she
herself
was.
She
also
knew
where
this
conversation
would
lead
and
that
he
only
meant well.
Créer
had
a
special
predisposition
for
witchcraft
from
birth.
At
a
young
age,
she
discovered
her
enthusiasm
for
nature
magic,
but
this
was
more
in
the
discovery
and
creation
of
new
things
and
not
to
pay
homage
to
pharaohs
and
gods.
She
always
felt
compelled
to
follow
this
tradition
and
was
trained
accordingly.
Nevertheless,
she
was
very
eager
to
learn
everything
about
witchcraft.
As
soon
as
she
could
read,
she
read
one
book
after
the
other.
What
Créer
had
in
talent
for
magic,
she
lacked
in
dealing
with
other
people.
All
in
all,
she
seemed
very
reserved
and
quiet,
even
going
so
far
as
to
withdraw
to
the
strangest
places.
On
the
one
hand,
she
just
wanted
to
be
left
alone,
but
on
the
other
hand,
she
didn't
want
to
be
caught
trying
out
different
spells.
Therefore,
her
parents
often
had
to
look
for
her,
even
in
the
most
remote
corners.
When
she
was
first
taken
to
the
temple,
she
was
fascinated
by
the
many
books
in
the
library.
This
huge
collection
of
literature
was
just
waiting
to
be
studied
by
her.
Everything
else
in
the
temple
was
secondary
to
Créer.
Once
she
had
a
book,
she
would
withdraw
with
it
to
a
quiet
corner
and
leave
it.
No
noise
and
no
shouting
could
stop
her.
With
advancing
age,
she
was
not
even
afraid
to
flee
into
the
desert,
just
to
be
able
to
read
her
book
in
peace.
When
Créer
was
already
9
years
old,
the
protective
shield
of
Bastet
had
to
be
renewed.
This
happened
only
every
50
years
and
required
a
lot
of
effort.
For
this
always
five
priests
of
the
temple
were
selected
and
the
protection
spell
needed
a
lot
of
preparation,
which
was
not
surprising
with
this
size
of
the
protection
spell.
Each
of
these
five
performers
came
from
a
long
generation
of
strong
priests,
in
order
to
achieve
the
strongest
possible
efficiency
in
the
execution
of
the
spell.
Créer's
parents
were
both
chosen,
which
was
a
great
honor
that
one
usually
received
once
in
a
lifetime,
if
at
all.
In
addition
to
these
two,
Menefer
himself
and
another
priest
and
priestess
also
participated
in
the
ritual.
Everything
was
already
prepared,
but
the
one
priestess
was
missing.
Unfortunately,
she
had
fallen
ill
and
was
unable
to
mobilize
her
forces
to
create
the
new
shield.
There
was
also
no
priest
who
could
have
replaced
her
-
no
one
with
such
strong
roots,
no
one
with
her
powers
-.
Amina,
Créer's
mother,
then
made
the
suggestion
to
the
temple
leader
to
take
Créer
as
a
substitute.
She
firmly
believed
that
Créer
was
capable
of
doing
this.
Siad,
on
the
other
hand,
was
skeptical
of
this,
but
Amina
bit
down
on
the
idea.
She
relentlessly
persuaded
Menefer,
who
of
necessity
decided
to
let
the
young
Créer
step
in
as
a
substitute.
She
was
the
only
one
with
the
necessary
knowledge
and
powers
to
successfully
perform
this
spell,
and
he
trusted
Amina's
judgment.
It
was
an
extraordinary
honor,
but
also
a
burden,
for
the
well-being
of
the
Bastet
Empire
might
depend
on
it.
Moreover,
she
was
the
first
priestess,
so
young
and
not
hired,
who
had
ever
participated
in
this
shield.
Surprisingly,
Créer
performed
this
task
excellently
and
one
of
the
strongest
shields
Bastet ever had was created.
Créer's
parents
were
very
close
to
nature
and
met
through
their
work
as
priests.
For
generations,
her
ancestors
had
also
served
as
priests
in
the
Temple
of
the
Godly
Trinity.
Amina
was
also
influenced
by
her
strong
faith.
Like
Créer,
they
studied
the
books
intensively,
taking
few
breaks,
but
also
going
about
their
work
with
conviction.
Siad
designed
new
spells,
wrote
them
down
in
his
books
and
scrolls.
Just
as
his
father
once
did,
and
his
father
too,
to
contribute
useful
spells
for
the
priests.
These
writings
were
passed
down
from
generation
to
generation.
Conscientiously,
Siad
also
made
the
writings
available
as
public
knowledge
in
the
temple.
Both
of
her
parents
taught
Créer
a
great
deal
about
witchcraft,
always
placing
special
emphasis
on
the
connection
to
nature.
In
order
to
bring
Créer
closer
to
nature,
they
often
went
with
her
into
the
desert,
so
that
she
would
not
only
draw
her
knowledge
from
the
books.
Even
if
plants
and
living
beings
in
the
desert
were
not
recognizable
with
the
naked
eye,
life
existed
as
well
as
the
nature
magic
also
here.
Because
this
was
everywhere.
Unfortunately,
Amina
became
very
ill
after
Créer's
birth,
but
did
not
allow
herself
to
be
treated.
Her
strong
faith
showed
her
the
way
and
if
it
was
intended
by
the
gods,
then
she
would
accept
her
illness
and
her
possibly
premature
death.
After
all,
it
was
the
will
of
the
gods
and
one
had
to
let
nature
take
its
course.
Again
and
again
she
suffered
from
occasional
pains,
which
she
treated
only
with
pain-relieving
potions.
She
refused
any
other
healing
help.
Shortly
after
the
new
shield
was
erected,
Amina
retired
from
her
work
as
a
priestess.
The
pain
became
increasingly
worse
and
her
health
deteriorated.
She
spent
more
and
more
time
in
bed,
Créer
kept
her
company
from
time
to
time
and
they
made
small
bracelets
together.
Since
her
mother
was
no
longer
able
to
take
care
of
her
chores
around
the
house,
Créer
took
over
more
and
more.
She
did
everything
to
relieve
her
mother.
Just
one
year
later,
Amina
died
as
a
result
of
her
illness.
Créer
was
devastated
after
the
death
of
her
mother.
Grief
and
anger
mixed,
the
wound
in
her
heart
was
deep
and
all
because
Amina
did
not
want
to
be
helped.
In
Créer's
eyes,
her
faith
had
killed
her.
Even
before,
she
had
not
had
much
interest
in
the
deities,
only
this
feeling
became
a
deep
resentment.
A
hatred
fueled
by
deep
grief,
despair,
and
her
mother's
mistaken
beliefs.
Siad,
on
the
other
hand,
had
had
understanding
for
his
wife's
decision,
who
had
spent
her
life
bowing
to
the
will
of
nature
and
the
gods
out
of
deepest
conviction.
Because
of
this
incident,
Créer
decided
not
to
serve
the
gods
as
a
priestess
and
buried
herself
even
more
in
her
books
than
she
had
done
before.
Her
father
understood
Créer's
reasons,
but
still
had
hope
that
she
would
change
her
mind
in
time.
She
would
just
have
to
work
through
her
grief
first
and
then,
as
was
customary
as
the
child
of
two
priests,
she
would
become
a
priestess
as
well.
Siad
thus
continued
to
take
his
daughter
to
the
temple,
where
she
spent
most
of
her
time
with
the
various
literature
on
witchcraft,
until
her
father
was
finished
working.
Créer
also
continued
to
take
on
household
duties
and
took
turns
cooking
with
her
father.
Menefer
first
offered
her
a
job
as
a
priestess
in
the
temple
when
she
was
12,
but
she
refused.
Siad
was
not
worried
about
that
yet,
however.
She
could
always
start
working
as
a
priestess
later.
As
time
went
by,
the
relationship
between
Créer
and
her
father
became
worse
and
worse,
it
had
become
quiet.
More
and
more
Créer
turned
away,
studied
for
herself
and
finally
refused
to
go
to
the
temple.
Siad
finally
died,
one
morning
he
did
not
wake
up.
This
was
not
unusual,
in
those
days
people
did
not
get
that
old and at 35 he had reached a normal age.
Créer
followed
Menefer
through
the
prayer
room
to
the
stairs
in
the
back
and
down
to
the
library.
Still
knowing
her
way
around
there,
she
let
her
gaze
wander
briefly.
„I
just
need
a
moment“,
she
explained
as
she
walked
to
the
shelves
and
picked
out
the
books.
These
contained
not
only
her
father's
knowledge,
but
also
his
parents
and
ancestors
who
also
pursued
the
occupation
of
priest.
Since
Créer
did
not
practice
this
occupation,
she
was
not
allowed
to
simply
take
them
without
a
valid
reason.
However,
giving
the
books
to
her
father
as
a
burial
gift
on
the
way
to
the
afterlife
was
one
of
those
reasons.
Menefer
used
the
moment
to
speak
a
little
with
Créer:
„I'm
sure
your
father
would
have
wanted
you
to
work
as
a
priestess
in
the
temple
and
I
would
appreciate
it
too.
I
am
really
worried
about
you,
Créer.
Don't
you
want
to
start
as
a
priestess
after
all?“
Again
she
had
to
force
herself
to
smile
and
tried
not
to
let
anything
show:
„Thank
you
for
the
offer,
Menefer.
I
will
think
about
it.
But
first
I
want
to
see
if
I
can't
find
another
job
that
might
pay
a
little
better.“
She
pulled
the
books
out
of
the
shelf:
„But
thank
you,
I
appreciate
it.“
Créer
had
been
asked
this
question
by
her
father
several
times
in
recent
years
and
had
always
refused.
Now
that
her
father
was
dead
and
she
had
little
money
left,
she
would
have
to
really
think
about
this
possibility.
However,
it
was
absolutely
not
what
she
wanted
and
she
hoped
for
another
occupation
with
which
she
could
earn
a
living.
Although,
of
course,
she
had
all
the
prerequisites
to
be
a
priestess
of
the
temple:
she
had
mastered
witchcraft,
even
far
beyond
the
basic
principles,
knew
the
Maga
Codex,
had
general
knowledge
in
herbology,
wound
healing,
protective
spells,
banishing
spells,
resolving
curses,
performing
the
rites
and
partly
beyond.
She
also
knew
everything
about
the
daily
cleansings
or
before
funerals,
births
and
much
more.
In
addition,
she
already
had
her
body
paint,
which
identified
her
as
a
priestess.
This
stood
for
the
connection
with
nature,
but
also
the
flow
of
magic
through
the
body,
which
is
why
it
stretches
over
the
whole
body.
And
yet
the
painting
reminded
Créer
not
only
of
her
intended
status,
but
also
of
her
mother.
It
was
customary
for
mothers
to
paint
their
daughters
and
fathers
to
paint
their
sons.
Only
if
no
parent
was
available,
the
temple
leader
took
over.
Each
family
had
its
own
special
and
artistic
decorations,
which
made
the
body
painting
of
the
priests
different.
The
paint
was
specially
touched
by
the
temple
leader
and
applied
in
a
ceremony
in
the
temple.
„It
really
shouldn't
be
about
the
money
for
you.
You
were
born
a
priestess
and
have
a
truly
extraordinary
talent.
Please
think
about
it
carefully“,
Menefer
tried
to
persuade
her
again
as
he
led
her
to
the
entrance
of
the
temple.
„Goodbye“,
Créer
said
goodbye
to
him
without
responding
to
his
request.
As
she
made
her
way
home,
she
did
not
miss
the
whispering
on
the
street.
Several
people
gathered
at
a
square
and
Créer
curiously
joined
them.
On
a
pedestal
stood
a
cat
with
a
papyrus
scroll
in
his
hands
and
announced
clearly
audible:
„Our
vaunted
Pharaoh
sends
word
that
all
witches
interested
in
becoming
priestesses
in
the
palace
should
assemble
at
the
palace
by
noon
sun
tomorrow.
The
payment
is
negotiable.“
Wild
whispers
broke
out
again,
speculations
about
why
the
Pharaoh
needed
a
priestess
in
the
palace
were
made
and
what
kind
of
priestess
he
would
probably
choose.
Meanwhile,
Créer
walked
thoughtfully
home.
Maybe
this
was
the
job
she
had
been
waiting
for.
Still,
she
was
very
conflicted
about
herself,
since
she
didn't
really
want
to
do
priestly work.
When
she
arrived
home,
she
put
the
books
on
the
desk
in
her
father's
former
study.
She
took
the
basket
of
apples
to
the
dining
and
cooking
area
without
unpacking
them
further.
Instead,
she
returned
to
the
study
and
grabbed
the
top
book
right
back.
Siad's
study
was
cluttered
with
papyrus
and
books,
it
was
pure
chaos.
Créer
had
just
left
it
as
it
was
and
barely
touched
it.
She
sat
down
with
the
book
and
opened
it.
Actually,
she
was
not
allowed
to
do
that,
and
her
statement
that
she
needed
it
as
a
burial
gift
was
simply
a
lie.
She
had
had
no
other
way
to
get
the
books.
It
had
simply
been
an
excuse.
Curious,
she
began
turning
the
pages,
looking
at
notes,
learning
more
about
witchcraft.
Besides
many
useful
spells,
priests
also
wrote
down
curses.
Not
to
execute
them,
but
to
learn
important
things
about
them
and
thus
be
able
to
ward
them
off
and
dissolve
them
as
effectively
as
possible.
Even
though
her
curiosity
was
great,
she
could
not
concentrate
properly.
She
thought
back
and
forth
about
the
Pharaoh's
job
offer.
This
could
be
her
chance,
and
with
any
luck,
he
would
need
a
priestess
in
a
field
where
she
didn't
have
to
act
out
faith
much.
Who
could
tell?
She
decided
for
herself
to
listen
to
it
at
least once. She could still reject it.
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Part 1 - The Birth
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