Sekhmet Egypt Novels & Stories

“Very good, meet me in the great hall when you are done. We will pray to the goddess to protect you on your upcoming journey.” ***** I took a seat in the great hall, on one of the many benches on the outskirts. I sat silently watching and listening to others who had dedicated their lives to the gods – mumble their prayers. Their whispered words were barely audible even for a wolf’s hearing. Asena took a seat beside me. Her slim frame was shadowed by my large one. “That one is praying to Demeter, to bring us a good harvest” She pointed to a young man no older than me, “She is praying to Sekhmet for the health of her child.” She nodded her head towards a woman. “Who do you pray to Hunji?”

His gaze held mine, steady and unyielding. “The flower’s madness breaks those who chase immortality. You survive because you seek knowledge and the truth.” “Imhotep was one of the first flower bearer,” Deva Pran said calmly. “He lived in old Egypt, served as a healer and architect and was a high priest. He used the flower’s power to build a true legacy. He designed the first pyramids, saved lives with medicine, and left behind knowledge, not blood.” “But the ones who came after him?” I asked.

From what I have heard about her, she was formidable in her own right. But they were always there. Always watching. Sometimes I wondered if Sekhmet had sent them to look after me or to spy on me. When my thoughts turned so dark, I forced myself to remember who Sekhmet was. The closest thing I had left of Gerovit. They came from the same faction. Trained side by side for eons. Or what these humans would consider eons. Best of friends since childhood. Lucky for me, when Gerovit proposed, Sekhmet was the first to congratulate him. And also to tell him that he shouldn't dare fuck it up with me.