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How can I endure the loneliness anymore?
Credit: Nicholas Latimer; Cathryn Farnsworth
Yet I can not die.
Her poisons can not harm me.
Ramses the Damned
3600 B.C.Jericho
We are being followed, my queen.
Both men flanked her now as they approached the great stone city of Jericho on foot.
It was their companionship that mattered most.
There was very little else from which she needed to be protected.
She was immortal, and so were they.
Continue to walk, she commanded quietly.
She towered over most people, but her servants were both taller than she by almost half.
They hailed from no specific lands; immortality had made the world their home.
Her swaddling of blue robes allowed her slender arms to move free.
The walking stick she used was a show for mortals.
She did not tire or require rest as they did.
When Bektaten looked back over one shoulder, she saw the spy.
He made no attempt to conceal himself.
His stance and position were a warning, a threat of some sort.
And his eyes, they were as blue as those of the men with whom shed traveled for centuries.
They were as blue as her own.
They were eyes changed by the elixir she had discovered thousands of years before.
A discovery that had caused her kingdoms fall.
The memories of her prime ministers betrayal would never fade, no matter how long she walked the earth.
The raid hed staged upon her quarters with members of her own guard.
Saqnos, handsome, thoughtful Saqnos.
She had never seen anything like the transformation that had overtaken him all those centuries ago.
And it had only worsened when he saw her eyes, once brown, had turned startlingly blue.
There was no telling now.
With the spears of her own men raised against her, she had refused.
Despite the great strength afforded by her transformation, the royal guard numbered enough men to overpower her.
They dragged her to the rock tomb Saqnos had already prepared.
Immediately he distributed them to his soldiers.
It was then that his plan went to ruin.
What need did they have for a ruler?
But the man who watched them now was not him.
