| I haven't the faintest idea when I was born, but I do know that I am an ancient. I'll tell you this now so that you know: I am not here to PROVE to you what I am, I'm here to TELL you what I am and I couldn't care less whether you believe me or not. I can remember things further back then the first dynasty of Ancient Egypt but the further back I go the hazier it gets. The earliest memory I can recall in detail was the best leadership experiance I ever had with mortals. It was durring the 18th of Ancient Egypt. I had taken a mortal lover and i was now the first wife and Queen of Thutmose II and on his death proclaimed myself Pharaoh. Although I was denying the old king's son, my nephew, his inheritance. To support my cause I claimed that the God Amon-Ra spoke to me, saying "Welcome my sweet daughter, my favourite, the king of Upper and Lower Egypt, Maatkare (my name at the time, it means beloved of the sky), Hetshepsut (the name I took when I became Pharaoh, it means the gods have chosen). Thou art the King, taking possession of the Two Lands." Of course I said it in Egyptian, and only so that those overly superstitious little farts wouldn't kick me out of the throne. It was either that or marry my nephew, not that in breeding wasn't the custom in royal families back then, and I realy didn't like him. To please the commoners though, I had to dress like a King would, I even had to wear one of those false beards. I remained in power for twenty years, I was doing a hell of a job; their economy flourished, I expanded trading relations, and of course I built many a temple, I even did some restoring on many others. Eventually though, the peasants began to suspect something was up when I hadn't aged a bit since I first became Queen. Naturaly i gave the throne to my brat nephew just so he wouldn't try to take it. I wasn't as intregued by bloodshed back then as I am now. That kid went on to become the Napoleon of Egypt. He did a great job as ruler, but man could he carry a grudge. He had my name cut from everything! The next big thing in my existance doesn't happen till the Spanish Inquisition. Between these two events I decided it would be best to keep a low profile. I watched and recorded everything that I observed but everything was lost when some fledglings tried to burn me alive in my own house. As I was saying, my next big thing was durring the Spanish Inquisition. A bunch of priest decided that I was a witch and were so excited about burning me at the stake I decided to go along. After attempting to torture a confession out of me, to no avail seen as how I am very durrable, they brought me to the centre of town. At the time the flagstone streets of Sevilla were a beautiful site because they were fairly new. As they tied me to the huge log in the middle of the platform, with very flimsy rope I might ad, I had plenty of time to look at the scenery. Once the flames were lit though I waited intently til the smoke got high enough to allow me to break free unnoticed. Once free i walked calmly out from the fire and right past the two priests who had originaly captured me. Boy did they have a fit. I walk right by them, around a corner, and then took off above the rooftops headed for what is now called Central America to see come of the temples erected by the natives. All great monuments of stone seem to facinate me for some reason. Since then nothing realy worth recounting has happened. I'll let you know when I remember or do more. |
