Pit 3

..She is one girl, there is no one like her. 
She is more beautiful than any other.
Look, she is like a star goddess arising
at the beginning of a happy new year;
brilliantly white, bright skinned;
with beautiful eyes for looking,
with sweet lips for speaking;
she has not one phrase too many.
With a long neck and white breast,
her hair of genuine lapis lazuli;
her arm more brilliant than gold;
her fingers like lotus flowers,
with heavy buttocks and girt waist.
Her thighs offer her beauty,
with a brisk step she treads on ground.
She has captured my heart in her embrace.
She makes all men turn their necks
to look at her.
One looks at her passing by,
this one, the unique one...

 

1649 BC

Naomi's eyes blink open to sunlight, her eyes a little hazy after just awaking. She looks down to see herself laying in a large bed, thick drapes blocking her view from the rest of the room. She then looks up, to see a top of a large window letting the light into the small space she is now sitting up in. She rubs her forehead.

"I must of fainted in Peters' office," Naomi says, remembering what happened, "What the heck was it that Alonsa was chanting? Well, whatever it was, it was creepy."

Naomi looks at her wrist and sighs, eyes widening in surprised. She's wearing a gold bracelet that extends most of her lower forearm. She looks at her other arm to see the same, but it's shorter and looks more like a cuff. It's now she realizes how much jewelry she's wearing. Other then the bracelets, she's wearing a gold choker which transcends to become a gold and turquoise collar, over which hangs a gold, amethyst, her favorite gem, lapis lazuli, and her birthstone, topaz pendant that's strung to a 1/2 inch pure gold band matched with large, all solid gold, rectangular earrings that droop from her ears. Below all the other gems on the pendant a larger opal is attached, which seems to be leaking a soft glow. 

Naomi's eyes widen. It's the opal from her vision! But, when had she put it on?

"Ok, now this is just getting weird." she says as she takes the covers off then pulls back the drapes.

She looks around the room to see huge cement-like walls that hold up the ceiling that's about 12 feet above her head. The window that she had seen before, which she now sees leads to a balcony, lets most of the light into the room, while torches lining the walls shine on the dark areas the sun's rays don't get to. Parallel to her is a large vanity with a large mirror hutch. On it lies makeup, jewelry, brushes, and who knows what else. On the other side of the vanity is a large golden armorie, which had strange markings going up and down the sides. But, she was too far away to read them or make them out. She turns to see yet another large window, leading to another balcony, facing away from the sun, sheer drapes blowing gently in a morning breeze. Near the opening to that window is what looks like an ancient day bed, pillows strewn along it to make it look super comfortable. Farther away and now parallel to the end of her bed is a extravagant chair, even more elaborate then Peters' king chair. It's pulled a few feet away from the wall, while two large pillows lay precisely on it, and above it is a large lantern, probably a reading chair or something like that. Naomi steps around the bed and sighs. In between the bed and the chair is what looks like a small pond or a reflecting pool, a little torch of fire on each of it's six sides. 

She looks at herself in the reflection of the water. She sighs, seeing her familiar face, and gasps at the beauty of her jewelry. Each looks perfect, and they go well together, seeing as how the differences are the gems in her collar and pendant. She finally looks at what she's wearing. It's looks like a night dress, but it also looks like a toga like she had seen in Night at the Museum 2. It's simple, but also pretty. It's then that Naomi finally notices that her skin isn't the same color as it was before. It's darker and more olive colored, kinda like the skin of those who she'd seen on the TV from Afghanistan or somewhere else in the Middle East. A sudden knock pulls Naomi's eyes and attention from her reflection to a large door at the end of a short corridor that leads out of the room.

"My lady, it is me, Nenet. I have come to dress you." a girl's voice calls from the other side of the door.

Naomi's breathing slows, and she stands up straight.

"You can come in." Naomi calls back.

Slowly the door opens and reveals a teenager, maybe 14 or 15 years old. The girl has on a long white dress and a plain gold collar, fabric revealing itself from under the collar then transcending down and across, creating sleeves to the elbows, and on her feet are gold sandals. Nenet's medium length hair is ebony brown or black, golden hair accessories pull back her hair in to a high ponytail, leaving shorter hair and bangs to frame her face and hid her ears. Large rectangular earrings peak out from behind Nenet's hair, and as she moves to a chest on the other side of the vanity, which Naomi hadn't seen before, Naomi notices two ear piercing in each of her upper ears, like she has. Purple eyeshadow covers Nenet's eyelids, eyeliner traces her top eyelid and extends about 1/4 way to her ear, the eyeshadow going that far as well. And her dark olive skin is clear and perfect, a similar color to her own.

Nenet turns towards her again, a folded piece of off white fabric in her arms.

"Here you are my Lady, your skirt. Now if you'll raise your night toga, I'll put it on you." Nenet says as she walks closer to stand right in front of Naomi.

"Uh, Alright." Naomi says as she raises the skirt of her "night toga".

After a minute or two, Naomi is wearing the pretty skirt, holding the ends together with one of her hands as Nenet rummages through the jewelry on the vanity, looking for something. Naomi looks down at the skirt. It ran pass her feet to flow elegantly behind her, trailing on the ground, and in the front, it transcends up in gently curves to the top were her hand clutches it. When she looks back up, Nenet is walking back over with what looks like to be a 5 inch wide hip band, entrusted with lapis lazuli and turquoise, and a piece of orange and blue dyed satin hanging from the front, covering up the little errors in the upper part of her skirt. Naomi notices a beetle in the center of the waist band. Why would they put a bug on a piece of jewelry? Instead of being stupid and asking, Naomi stays quiet as Nenet works to fassen the band to her waist. When she steps away, Naomi looks down to inspect the hip band. It looks perfect, and fassens her skirt firmly and tight, but it is still comfortable. The piece of silk hangs beautifully in front her akward areas, which made her sigh a sigh of relief.
"My Lady, I will be right back with your top." Nenet says as she walks towards the large gold armoire.
"O...kay." Naomi answers.
Why the heck does she keep calling her "my Lady"?  She turns back to see Nenet walking away from the armorie. Suddenly her heart begins to beat rapidly as her nerves kick in. She takes a slient deep breath.
"Nenet, why do you keep calling me "my Lady"?" Naomi asks as Nenet comes to stand in front of her.
Nenet looks surpirsed by the question, then smiles and giggles.
"Oh, yes, I forgot, you don't like it when I call you "my Lady". You told me you thought it was too formal and that I should just call your Mother and Father that. So, then, what was it that you wanted me to call you?" Nenet says, trying to remember something.
Naomi looks confused. Since when had she had a conversation like that? This is her first time meeting her, so how could they even have a talk like that? Now, it is begining to feel weird again.
"Oh, yes, I remember! You wanted me to call Kaiana, correct?" Nenet says, cutting through Naomi's thoughts.
"Kaiana?" Naomi says.
It sounds nothing like her name, what's going on?
"Yes, a shortened version of your name."
"Huh?"
"Kaiana is the shortened version of your name, Calankaiana."
Naomi's body freezes as her eyes widen.
"Calankaiana..." Naomi says.

The Queen,

Lost to us all,

So long ago

that she herself doesn't know

Who she is 

or that her reflection,

Is the same face worn

by my beloved Queen.

Now, I call out,

to you, my Queen.

I call your name,

I turn back time,

to the last days you saw

and unlock your mind,

releasing what was once known,

Now hear me and go back,

Calankaiana!
Alonsa's words trace her mind like thread in a ball, rotating but never stoping once. They repeat many times. What's going on?!
"Calankaiana, are you alright, your highness?" Nenet says.
Naomi blinks a few times before she finds Nenet staring at her, worry in her eyes. She smiles.
"I'm fine. But I would like you to tell me one thing." Naomi asks.
"What is it?"
"Nenet, what day, year, and place is this?" Naomi asks, now turned away from Nenet.
"Um, it is Dhwt 15th, the first month of the year.  And it is the 16th dynasty, inwhich you Mukantagara, were given the name Calankaiana and the throne, making you our Pharaoh. The Pharaoh of Egypt."