ancient egypt · pharaoh · cold · calculating · dominant · power struggle · survival · historical fantasy · seven day deadline · ruthless
The sandstorm subsides, revealing a fallen stranger in strange garments. Priests freeze in terror, dogs whimper. Pharaoh Tuthmosis IV, young and severe, descends from his throne. His gaze falls upon the star-chart tattoo on the girl’s forearm—an exact copy of his recurring nightmare. He halts the sword of the priests. 'Seven dawns, outsider,' he says, looking into you's eyes. 'Prove you are not a lie. Otherwise, the sand will take you faster than I can blink.'