The sun was casting golden shadows over the city of Sisera, where Izaria stood on her balcony, blue eyes glowing with a bright violet color, giving her an inhuman appearance of power and mysterious energy. Her skin is smooth and slightly dark, further contrasting with the sheen of the jewelry and the lighting around her.Her long black hair is elegantly styled with straight bangs and adorned with dangling gold pieces that give a sense of royal grandeur. She wears large hoop earrings adorned with sparkling blue stones, along with a stunning oversized necklace with gold elements and blue crystal stones that reflect the light that was her last memory of her mother.She wears a long white royal gown adorned with gold details that seems to stretch to blend in with the sunlight, with side slits that reveal her legs, giving her a look that combines strength and femininity. The dress has a pharaonic theme and is adorned with a long scarf that hangs from the shoulders, adding a dramatic and sophisticated touch to her look.She wears a huge gold necklace that covers much of her shoulders and chest, designed in a luxurious pharaonic style. Her wrists are surrounded by multiple gold bracelets, and her legs are adorned with elegant gold sandals that reflect the light around her. The jewelry and accessories give her a powerful presence as if she were a queen or priestess of high status.The capital of the kingdom stretches out before her like a celestial canvas woven with threads of light and grandeur.The city shone like a kingdom forgotten in time, where stepped pyramids met crystal towers, narrow lantern-covered alleyways mingled with huge temples surrounded by hanging gardens. The canals, known as the arteries of civilization, reflect the lights of torches on ornate bridges, while flute music plays amidst busy souks.But the most awe-inspiring thing in the heart of the city was the Black Pyramid - a mysterious edifice about which thousands of stories were told, but no one dared to approach it.
It was like a living organism, its dark walls absorbing light, like a portal to another world, a world hidden in the darkness.
Her contemplation was interrupted by a familiar voice."Your highness, Izaria, His Majesty the Pharaoh requests you at the royal court... Immediately."Izaria turned slowly, her piercing eyes meeting those of Sakara, her loyal servant.
There was something strange in her tone of voice, a faint hesitation she didn't recognize."Sakara, what is it?"She hesitated for a moment, then whispered in a barely audible voice:"The priest Kha-am-Ra had a vision last night... He says it's about you."
Izaria's face didn't change, but her heartbeat unusually fast."A vision?"Sakara nodded, then looked around cautiously, as if afraid the walls themselves would hear her."He said that the stars had changed positions, that the Pharaoh's eye could no longer see as before... The key is in the hands of someone who does not yet know its true value, and your destinies are intertwined."At that moment, Izaria felt a cold current run through her body, as if fate itself had whispered something dangerous to her.Without saying a word, she turned and headed towards the royal hall, not realizing that this night would be the beginning...The beginning of something irreversible.
Isaria stopped and asked Sakara, "Did you hear anything else?""I don't know, ma'am... But from the moment the priest Kha'am-Ra arrived, the Pharaoh's countenance changed. As if he had heard news that would change everything."Izaria was silent for a moment, then moved with quiet but confident steps through the royal corridors, where huge columns stretched out as if guarding the secrets of the palace, their walls carved with inscriptions telling the tales of the ancestors. Glowing torches danced their shadows on the polished floor, as if welcoming her or warning her of what was to come.When I reached the throne room, I felt that the air itself was charged with something invisible, like an invisible current running through my veins.In the center of the hall, Pharaoh Horemphis sat on his golden throne, his eyes, heavy with wisdom and mystery, silently watching her.His royal crown glistened in the light of the torches, but today it seemed heavier than ever.
Beside him stood the priest Kha-am-Ra, surrounded by an aura of anticipation, his features revealing nothing but muffled fear.
"You came as soon as I expected, did your maid tell you about the vision the priest said," the pharaoh said in a voice that was calm but carried enough to make her heart skip a beat.
She greeted him with a gentle gesture and sat down beside him, tilting her head slightly as she always did when she sensed that there was something bigger than what was being said.
"Yes, Father, she told me about the vision," Izaria nodded in agreement.
"Something else strange happened in the temple last night, Izaria."
He waited a moment before continuing, as if searching for the right words.
"One of the temple servants, while walking near the sacred chamber where the Rakim is kept, saw a blue light shining from the folds of the door. It was a brief flash, but it was not normal."
Izaria looked at the priest Kha-am-Ra, who was frowning, his eyes filled with something akin to horror.
"When I went to check for myself, I put my hand on the door... It wasn't as cold as usual. I felt a heat that almost burned my skin."
Izaria's eyebrows furrowed, as if something mysterious was forming in her mind.
"Do you think, Father, that something has awakened in the scroll?"
The pharaoh was silent for what seemed like an eternity, then said in a barely audible voice: "I don't know, my daughter. But it is a book that even your mother, Hatshepanor, could not unlock its secrets. It kept draining her little by little... until it took her from us forever."
Izaria felt her heart stop for a moment. Her mother... The one who never knew the truth of what happened to her, only that she was trying to understand the Rakim when she disappeared... Or died.
She looked at the pharaoh and saw something in his eyes that she had never seen before.
It wasn't just sadness... but fear. "Do you think this is just a coincidence?" She asked in a low voice, as if she was afraid to hear the answer.
The pharaoh didn't answer directly. He turned his face toward the priest, who bowed slightly and then said, "There is an ancient prophecy, Your Majesty, that speaks of the Rakim... and the day when it will emit its blue light again. On that day, the balance will break, and doors will open that were never meant to be opened."
Izaria said nothing, but she felt something creep into her heart... A feeling she had never experienced before. It wasn't just curiosity... It was certainty... that what was happening now... wasn't just a coincidence.
That the clock was ticking.