Cleopatra turned to the intruding voice, her black silky hair spiraling about her shoulders. He was dressed in a fashion she had never seen before, and looked like he had just been pulled from a slumber. It must have been the sarcophagus falling to the ground that had awoken him. But who was he? Was he in league with the three who sealed her?<br/><br/>Immediately she glared at him and strode foreward. Her physical strength was that of a mortal woman, but she possessed enough powers to intimidate such a pitiful looking man, even after being freshly released from her prison. She raised her own arm as if she was reaching out to him, then let her power slide over him.<br/><br/>“You do not question me, mortal,” she hissed. The room around her seemed to grow heavy with air, boring down on his shoulders like a yoke would around an oxen’s neck. “Now kneel before your Goddess!”<br/><br/>She neared him, the tips of her fingers just barely reaching his face. Cleopatra slowly lowered her hand, and with it, the stress grew stronger on his shoulder, and the man collapsed to his knees in front of her naked form.<br/><br/>“Who are you, and what is this place?”