It was my duty every day to keep the stone figure company. You wonder why I say this...
Well...
There's more of everything, that life sometimes just doesn't want any of us to see. My duty as a priestess was to keep a certain god company even if he didn't acknowledge me... It was my purpose here.
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I slowly rose up from my bowed position upon the golden marble, my hands extended outward to my lord's feet. This was only my second year here maintaining this statue as the ones did before my arrival. It wasn't hard, all I had to do was praying to him, and that's all I can do.
There are those who neglect their duties and somehow they swoon of the ones they swore to work with. I've never really understood how you could swoon over or a god or even a goddess. Yes, in truth, they were stunningly beautiful, but I never understood why any priest or priestess would fall in love with them. It was never possible, The love was always one-sided.
I vowed to ever become the one that swoons, but the one who would lead. I was the high priestess of them all, such a big title upon a young girl like me. You see... I turned seventeen this very day, and I was hoping my lord would welcome me at least once, but when I got there he was still stone still. See every god or goddess has a human form next to their animal one.
Sekhmet, lion Goddess of war who very much craved the blood of her enemies stood tall in her half animal, the half female form, but next to her which was just as tall, stood a topless woman with hair down her shoulders and a collar with a lion head dangling between her breast. Her arms were crossed in an X across her chest, Kneeling on one knee. When I passed by her, I bowed my head respectfully, looking on over to Horus.
He, however, head the head of a bird, but next to him, was his humanoid self, So on and so forth. When I reached My lord, he stood towering almost eight feet if you count how tall his ears were. But next to him was a very handsome human version of himself a boy who looked nothing more than possibly twenty, but his eyes were cold and brooding almost enough to scare anyone who came close away. No one ever wanted to work with him, only because everyone was terribly afraid.
However, I didn't fear him, if anything, I just wanted him to notice me, And seeing how the statue woke for every other priest or priestess he never woke for me. They say he's the worst of them all, he is the protector of the dead and handles the scales in the Hall of Judgment. But maybe you would know him if I said his name...
He was my lord... My sworn god to work with...
Anubis, the god of the Dead