Serpent Story (chapter 2) “Minkabh! Why are you not letting me fight that monster with other priests and warriors?” Jabari yells in fury as grandpa tries to teach Jabari the way of the Priest of Ra.Serpent Story (chapter 2) by Angel-Rki
“Because I don’t want you to be killed like the rest of them!” Grandpa replies as he pulls Jabari’s ear, “You are an adult yet you still act like a child, boy!”
“I rather fight the monster than do this stupid Priest of Ra stuff with you!” Jabari yells again while struggling from grandpa’s grip.
Sitting on a big rock next to our mud brick house, I watch Jabari and Grandpa having and argument about the monster that the other Priest and the warriors were fighting. This wasn’t something new so I jump off of the rock and I pick up grandpa’s broken staff that was destroyed by the monster everyone was afraid of. I soon wonder why he keep the old thing for the wood on the staff had many scratches where even the hierogly
Serpent story (chapter 1) No one knew when they were created. They only knew how to hate them and to kill them out of that hatred. They, the mysterious creatures, were beautiful in sight but deadly by nature. The tale that been told amongst the people was that a single man fell in love with the Serpent Goddess, Wadjet. In return, she felt the same for the man. Because she became unfaithful to her husband, the man was turn into a half serpent and half man and was banished into the desert. These creatures call themselves Nagas or Nagis for their bodies, waist up had human skin and features of a human but from waist down had snake scales and a tail. They were not to be trusted for their forked tongue spoke of lies and soon would send a man into his death. Their nature was to kill and took pleasure in killing the weak. Eventually, they took more pleasure in killing humans than other animals in the desert and the jungle. Slicing and shredding a human in pieces and having themSerpent story (chapter 1) by Angel-Rki
The Gold TuskKhalid fished out a curved dagger from under his belt. Only the moaning of cool evening breezes haunted the ruins strewn around him. Nor did the waning sunlight reveal even glimpses of creatures stealing about. Nonetheless he could never afford to lose his guard. He may have ridden further out into the desert than most citizens of Qahirah dared tread, but one never knew when one might meet another desperate soul probing for the same loot as himself. And then there were all the legends of pagan spirits haunting ancient places like this.The Gold Tusk by BrandonSPilcher
Not that Khalid ever believed such nonsense. Like most respectable Masryeen, he abided by the teachings of the Last Prophet (peace be unto him) and gave no credence to heathen superstitions. Those stories were for scaring children and gullible black slaves. The last of the ancient Hikuptans had retired to their tombs centuries before Khalid's ancestors rode into their region from the East. The sands of time would have buried the old gods with them and le
Serpent Story (Prologue)Serpent Story (Prologue) by Angel-Rki
She knew what was going to happen today but why couldn't convince the king enough to make him stop him?
It was a normal day for the Temple of the Serpent Goddess Wadjet. High Priestess Rashida was going to see the future once again through the golden bowl. She knew she had enough time to perform the ritual in order to see the images of the future. As soon as she would finish, he was going to come through the doors and telling her of his decision that he had been thinking over for years. Even knowing what his answer would be, she would disapprove of it instantly, knowing what was to come in the future after examining the images in the bowl.
But for now, she begins her daily preparation and sets the large, golden bowl on the wooden tri-stand and gathers the bottles and incenses from the shelf. Slithering close to the golden table next to the bowl, she places each of the bottles down in order of when