Prologue: Naming Day
The High Priest of Atum began with the lineage of your forefathers, stretching back fourteen unbroken generations to the Great Ancestor, who had restored order to Upper and Lower Kemet at the command of the gods. The splendor with which he had showered the priesthood of Atum was stressed more than any other aspect of his eventful reign. Beyond the Great Ancestor there was Atumnepheret, who conquered the Kanaan after a terrible rebellion and laid waste to the cities of the Mittari and brought back to Kemet tens of thousands of slaves. There was also the glorious Sarepentepher, who subjugated the wild tribesmen of the desert oases and who voyaged to Sheba to bring back plentiful gold and incense and ivory for the use and decoration of the Grand Temple of Atum here in the capital.
Your father, Amenheb II, had founded the Garden of Ptah in honor of the craftsman-god and thereby showed his devotion to the prosperity of his people during his short reign.
Of your mother, there was silence.
After his oration the Dowager Queen grabbed you by the hand and tugged you over to the fountain. Her grip was too weak to hurt but the look she gave you made you flinch back in fear. She hmmphed softly and dragged you closer still, until you were hugging up against her cotton skirt. She placed her hands on your shoulders to make it clear you were not to move before stooping down and pooling some of the fountain water in her hands.
The High Priest began reciting a hymn to the creation of the world from the stillness of the Primordial Waters. The Great God Atum, creating himself by union with the feminine principle inherent in his being, established the primordial mound upon which his tears became the human race. The union of the waters and earth produced humanity, and nourished humanity in the yearly cycle of inundation. And such blessed union, the basis of the fortune of Kemet, formed the foundation for the fortune of the population and all things.
The Dowager Queen spilled the waters in her hand upon the earth, which greedily swallowed it. She bent to claw a bit of the mud and rose. "As the union of the waters and earth bless Kemet," she said, "let you be blessed with fortune, little Meritamun."
She rubbed some of the dirt upon you, pressing her thumb as hard as she could into your forehead. You now had a name. And with that the musicians on the side struck up their instruments and played a sweet melody as officials were presented before you to offer their own blessings and produce gifts.
They were boring gifts, things like wheat and perfume and ivory and jade. A chunk of rock that was claimed to have fallen from
Duat, a piece of star-metal, did grab your interest briefly. But you were tired out and the crowds were becoming a bit much. You started walking away, but the Queen Dowager grabbed you by the shoulders again. Her nails dug into your flesh and your eyes teared up.
Eunuchs hustled you away before you caused a scene. They guided you from the Great Hall of Reception into the maze of the palace itself, taking you to your large room and its comfortable bed. You lay down and drifted off to sleep in a long nap. You will remember little of this day, though the hateful gaze of the Dowager Queen would always linger in your inner thoughts.
What had you done to make her so upset? You would eventually understand, but not for some time longer.
You awoke as the sun descended down into the Nile. The balcony of your room was open up and allowed you to watch the waters slowly swallow the great disk of the Boat of Ten Thousand Years, the barque of life-sustaining Ra. You wiped your eyes to clear them out, and as you did so a pale white hand appeared from the shadows to caress your cheek.
"My darling girl," a soft voice spoke out, seemingly from nowhere. Your mother peered around from the corner of your bed. Her lidded eyes seemed sad. "Your aunt has named you Meritamun. She would claim you if she could. But you are my precious daughter and I will give you a name as well. A True Name, one they will never know. One that she cannot use against you. And I will teach you of the arts and the truth of the world so that you will be safe."
She smiled as she bent down to stroke your hair.
"A mother will always love her child, no matter what," she cooed, and you drifted back to sleep.
OOC: Well, there are going to be
Challenges ahead of you. The next part of CharGen will be up tomorrow, and you'll start directing the development of little Eurydice. And you do have the advantage that she basically won the genetic lottery in chargen. Two 20s and an 18 on checking for Traits does that. But she's going to need every advantage she can get.