Lion Head Mesa a final inundation

the world grew bigger when those of the second palace came to show their love of them, the children of tomorrow; that there was trouble in the desert was not a fact satakhetem took to heart. trouble? the worst thing to ever happen among the divine children was the departure of mother and father for that foul place!

bigger, still, as they were brought to a presentation. the odd man senmut, who was some sort of priest according to mother, wanted to speak in the voice of gods.

presumptuous man!

satakhetem did not listen until father's holy name was spoken, and then she looked to khaemwaset, to neith, and to other faces, spooked and troubled. it felt like the entire world quaked!

she opened her mouth to speak in the gossiping way of a child among her peers, and instead of her own voice there came a groan from the very shadows! they were alive - the dark, the light, the walls, the floor, everything rising up to riot against the treason of senmut.

satakhetem hurried to stand with her siblings and crowd close, ears slicked back and body puffed in a feline manner, and as she felt the warmth of someone beside her there came a brief but deep rumbling.

something cleaved from the wall of the catacombs. the princess felt a light tapping across her snout from debris loosened, raining across her; then, that groaning, that sudden deepness of shadow as she was swallowed up - not by the earth at her feet, but by the eclipse, as a massive pillar came free and it's reaching blackness swept over her.

the girl missed the ensuing chaos, flattened under Akashingo's heel.