A dead calm had invaded the night. The temple’s music and the perfumes had already faded in the air. I arrived at the oasis in the dark of night, standing in soft, fresh sand. Finding myself in a kingdom of silence. Sotis had just made its appearance in the sky and was showing itself timidly to the world.
Fascinated with the sight, I once again started thinking about my unknown origins and the reason why I, Kalila, was at that place at that moment. A memory. The Priestess at Hathor’s temple. The glass flask. I put my hand in the pocket of my tunic and with surprise found a small flask filled with a red liquid. My head started throbbing wildly, eyes closing for the pain and the priestess’s bright face appeared in my mind telling me
“Drink and you’ll come to life again.”
I drank. Feeling my body slipping and melting with the sand underneath. A vortex of feelings and memories wrapping itself around me. I knew who I was. I knew what I had to do. Akhet had finally come.