Through The Sands of Time
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				Title: <strong>Through The Sands of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 05:23:26</strong>
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				Long ago had the ancient gods of Egypt fallen into myth and mystery, hidden by the shadows cast by newer religions. Humans were so arrogant as to think that they could simply replace them. However, the gods had never relied on humans to begin with so despite their arrogance they were as real as ever and served their functions well, save for a few whose purpose had been lost over time. The Goddess Bastet was one such example.<br><br>Her job had been to guard lower Egypt, the Pharaoh, and for a time the sun god Ra. Now there were no pharaohs and low Egypt was no longer run by the Egyptian people. These were not her people but foreigners who sought riches and resources, taking advantage of the land and her hospitality. Bastet was not one to be trifled with and the deserts howled and storms raged but still these outsiders did not leave. Long ago had her husband moved on and their union fallen, and though she was powerful she eventually lose the will to pursue her endeavor for those intruders had now become the new Egyptians.<br><br>Disgusted by the change she cast herself into a statuette of onyx and gold; a black cat with golden eyes and outlines. In there she remained for centuries, covered in sands until one day she was found but her founder knew not her worth and took her to sell in a flea market. A souvenir of Egypt. Still she slept, fed up with the world and those around her.<br><br>Strangely enough cats were drawn to the statuette and the man had to shoo them off many times. Unexplained was this aside from the fact that the statuette depicted herself, the Goddess Bastet. But ignorant were humans and so there she remained, in the flea market until someone should happen by who wanted her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Through The Sands of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lightshock16</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 19:00:16</strong>
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				That time came sooner than the Goddess may of thought. a young man, looking to be no older than 20 or 21, was walking through the flea Market. He was in Egypt for Educational Puproses, as he was a College Student who studied Ancient History, and most particularly took an interest into Egyptian history. He had decided, during his hoilday's, to visit the Country itself, to learn more about it and to also examine the cultural lifestyle's that the people here led.<br><br>He had only been passing through the flea market as a shortcut back to his hotel room, though he decided he may as well take a look, and he stopped when something caught his eye. "...hmm..." He bent down to examine the small, Golden Artifact. Being well accustom to Egytian history, he knew what the statue depicted. "...Egyptian Goddess BAstet...wow...Never seen something like this before...Man. Awesome." Still being young, his peppy attitude and calm nature exuded all around him. He Gently picked up the Artifact, examining it for a few seconds, before looking to the Owner. <br><br>A few deals made later, Mark was walking out of the Flea Market, the Statue of Bastet in his hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Through The Sands of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 00:29:38</strong>
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				Bastet was well aware of every time she changed hands and this time was no different. Another foreigner, but one who knew her, at least in the remotest sense of the word. Still she felt nothing. Would this man take her from her home? Well, Egypt was no longer really her home. New gods and religions had taken over. There was no place for her anymore. Still, to leave Egypt...<br><br>Of course it was possible. She was not bound to the place by anything but her heart. There had been stories of other gods making appearances in other countries so why shouldn't she? Why shouldn't she be the ambassador of Egypt? Goddesses had just as much power as Gods. If others were able to leave then she could do the same. Whether she left her statue or not was a different story.<br><br>This man, this boy, had not proven himself to be worthy of her presence. Why should he be privileged with what she could offer? No, he would have to work for it, earn it, and if he didn't she always had the option of leaving him. Although removed from this world Bastet had infinite power. If she wanted something to happen then it would happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Through The Sands of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lightshock16</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 01:07:05</strong>
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				The young man walked the rest of the way through the more scenic part's of the town, before walking to ward's the hotel he was staying at. He checked-in, and then headed up the stairs, walking into his room, which was Number 178.<br><br>Once inside, he shut the door behind him, sat down on his bed, and examined the Statue, remembering how the Goddess had looked like in all the books he had read. Bastet was said to have 2 different forms. A Feline, animal form, and Human form which depicted her as a Beautiful, Captivating Woman. The Statue was clearly of her Feline form, and He couldn't help feel...as if it was actually looking at him, it was that good of a replica. He shrugged it off though, and glanced around. "...Dunno what I'll do with you when I get back home...but I suppose for now..." He decided to put it on the desk beside his bed for now, since there wasn't really anywhere else in the room to put it. After that, he walked to the kitchen part of the hotel and began looking in the fridge, feeling hungry, his attention averted from the Statue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Through The Sands of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 02:26:59</strong>
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				Having something new to think about for the first time in many years, Bastet grew curious. Cats were curious by nature and she was, essentially, a cat at heart. So while the man slept in his bed the statuette became real and the goddess, in her feline form, stood and stretched. With a yawn she glanced at the bed before flicking her tail and jumping off the table. Quietly she snooped around, looking through the man's things and what made up the hotel room. The keys she batted around for a moment before abandoning on the middle of the floor.<br><br>The suitcase, for which the zipper had been left open, was opened and she dug around in his clothes before deciding the scent was just too much for her and let it be. Growing bored she returned to the table and once again became a statue, slightly out of place just like before. The only thing she hadn't explored was her new 'owner' but she had no intention of letting him see her just yet.<br><br>She was a goddess and he needed to prove himself worthy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Through The Sands of Time</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lightshock16</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 02:59:41</strong>
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				Mark of course, not exactly being a light sleeper, was completely unaware of the feline Goddess searching through all of his possession's and all around the hotel room. He just kept sleeping peacefully, turning every so often, but otherwise not stirring at all.<br><br>The next morning, Mark woke up at around 9:00AM. He yawned loudly, and sat up, rubbing his eye's a little. He glanced around, and is eye's fell on his suitcase...and he saw the zipper was open, making him frown. "...Huh?...I don't remember opening my Suitcase since I first got here...Ehhh, must've left it open." He shrugged, and zipped it back up, not thinking to look inside, and he then got out of bed.<br><br>He then began to strip himself off the boxers and shirt he had worn to bed, and then walked toward's the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping inside. A few minute's later, he re-emerged from the shower, drying himself off with a Towel. "...So, last day in Egypt...wonder what I should do to make it special?...Visit a pyramid? Kayak down the river?..." He kept musing over different idea's of what to do for his final day at Egypt while drying his wet, naked body off.
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