When the new moon wakes

The healer and king meet their fate

Dark and light collide in two

And become one in a matter of moons

Khonsu's child grows ever more strong

While the rays of the moon creep toward the dawn

And only the power of selfless love

Can stop the destruction that comes

The prophet sweats nervously. This is the second real prophecy he's ever made. He could be killed for it.

And Kahmunrah is not a benevolent pharaoh. His fists clench. "Do you know what this means?" he bites through clenched teeth.

The aging prophet trembles. "No, my lord."

"This has something to do with my brother," Kahmunrah hisses, more to himself than the prophet. "It has to."

"My apologies, my lord," the prophet whispers, "I didn't mean to offend--"

"Bow before your king!" Kahmunrah commands, slamming his golden staff onto the ground. The prophet drops to his knees and crawls forward, kissing the staff and prostrating himself before Kahmunrah. 

"Please, my lord, spare your servant. Have mercy! I did this by the direction of the gods--"

"Kill him." Kahmunrah's tone is cold, merciless. He watches the guards drag the aging prophet, screaming for mercy still, from the room. 

He's just heard a prophecy about his younger, weaker brother's rebirth. This is the angriest he has ever felt.

Outside the palace, the funeral procession for his brother marches slowly through the city.

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Four thousand years later, the new moon rises, and a beautiful girl opens the sarcophagus of an Egyptian pharaoh.