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Just a collection of storry ideas i feel the need to show others✨so suffer with me😌

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Chapter 5.

The men had no right to question the actions of their god, and yet they were foolish enough to do so. I shake my head to myself. I should not be surprised if humans are one thing, then they are foolish. Once we reach the tent, Seth immediately goes to lie down. His energy must have been spent. He was a god no more, so such a show of power must be exhausting for him. The next hours were spent with Seth reading through the scrolls the people of the caravan had brought him. They mostly consisted of their trading plans. While he worked I kept watch. I could not get rid of the feeling that something was wrong. As night arrived and Scht got into another argument with the bearded man, I decided to take a stroll through the camp. I walk for a while until I stand in front of a big tree. Up in the branches sat the very same hawk of my dreams. I gazed at him for a while before taking in the scent that came from the animal. I reach for it and, like a plum, pluck it off the branch it was sitting on. With gentle hands I held it as it gazed up at me. "You carry the scent of my grandniece, little one. Are you blessed by the sky?" The animal does not answer me.

You have been watching for a while now, haven't you?. I do not feel any type of ill intent from you, which is a nice change for once. " I smile and gently let go. „I feel like I might trust you. Come, we will head back to the tent. It'll be very dark soon." The bird did not complain. I walked back to the tent and found it empty. I could hear Seth screaming from the outside but not like he was in need of assistance. I place the bird on the bed and sit down beside it. It started to sit down on the pile of Seth's clothes that was folded neatly. He seemed quite comfortable. Just then Seth returned, looking slightly sweaty as if he had chased someone. As the bird spotted him, it immediately flew towards him, clinging to his face. I walk towards him and pluck the animal off his face.,, "That's not how one greets gods," I say and place the animal on the table instead. Just then I feel a slight tingle in my head and stare into the distance out of the tent. You should rest for now. I have...something to do." I say without looking at Seth. I walk out of the tent and away from the whole settlement a bit further into the desert. Normally the desert calmed me. It was quiet.

Nothing like the exhausting humans or my siblings. I look up into the starry sky. Nut....

"You could have done something, you know. You must have seen it. How could

you not have seen what happened right under your nose? I know Ra does not give a shit. She has fun when things go down. Especially when they play out in her favor, but you? I thought you cared for your children. You were meant to care...at least. But it seems not only Seth's fate has changed. It still confuses me who messed with my plans. If I don't find them, then the threat of me losing myself is too great. "I look back at the the vast desert. „Something rotten lurks in the sands, something bad will happen, and someone is watching with greedy eyes: I shall leave this place: I need to regain my powers. Somewhere a temple of mine should still exist. Some type of worship for the god of Fate must still be practiced, or else I would no longer be able to use my magic at all. With that in mind, I walk back into the camp. Hours must have passed since the sun began to set. I stand above Seth and place my hand on his forehead. With a soft chant, I focus on the fate I had once woven for him.

The last one I wove. „May my power guide you. May it give you power to face what you have done. To admit to your wrongdoings and accept that you will have to redeem yourself." The soft golden glow lessens, and I step back. I had told Seth earlier that I had something to do. I hoped that he would not look for me when he noticed I was still gone.

So with the rising, I started to walk off into the desert. I had to head back to Heliopolis and talk to Ra. She must know of some temples in service to me. I also had to talk to Thot but as far as I know finding him would not be that easy.

I hated traveling by foot. It was simply annoying and unbelievably slow! Two days later I found myself finally at the entrance of the big palace. I quickly discard the form I had chosen to disguise my identity. With that I step into the halls, making my way towards the rooms where Ra tends to dwell. Servants walked past me with confused looks. Obviously the servants who served me in the past no longer lived. I was somewhat hoping that on the way to find Ra I would not run into others, but

oovously 1 wes WOlg.

The moment I walked around a corner I saw someone walk towards me. Sekhmet. How ironic. I was planing on ignoring her but no one is really able to ignore chaos once it arrives. As I walked past her, she turned around and stuck to my back. She walked with me for a good while before starting to talk. „When did you wake up uncle"? I did not answer her, "Why did you not tell others you have awoken, Uncle?" She asked, her smile getting wider, "Everyone would have been delighted to hear the news. Especially after the beautiful fate you have given them."

With that, I stop in my tracks. "I do not like you, you know?" She just chuckles. „I do know. You like control. I am the opposite of control. I think we balance each other out splendidly." I let out a sigh. She was right. Chaos is affecting all and everyone. The only thing Chaos should not shake was fate. That is because in each fate theré was a perfect amount of chaos already integrated. „You seem troubled. Did something slip past your all-knowing gaze? Oh wait..you slept; your eyes weren't even open," she said, laughing out. I take another step towards her, and if her mask were not covering her face, I would be looking into her eyes. „You had nothing to do with this. I know that you did not mess with my plan.

Maybe you messed with me, but I also wrote your fate to make sure the world stays balanced. Because if chaos is left unsupervised, the Divine Balance might crumble, and with it all we know today. Even gods. I might be able to control fate, but all I am doing is planning out a path for others. I cannot write my own fate. As the weaver, it is simply impossible for me to do so. If one wants to shake fate, they would have to shake me first. Convince me to change one's fate. That is why. I went to bed. If I'm asleep, nothing could happen. At least that's what I thought. I was proven wrong. Now I know you do not care about a lot of things; just know one thing.

Even your precious Hathor won't be spared by the consequences of this mischief maker if I don't find out who is messing with me." Her posture changed slightly.

„Now where is your mother?" "Down the hall," she says and then vanishes into thin air. I, in fact, found my sister on one of the grand balconies of the palace. "You have returned at last, Brother. What brings you here? Your mood seems to be dulled." I sit down next to her on the railing and nod. „You really haven't seen anything?

You don't know who could have messed with my plans? You are meant to see everything the sun touches, you know." She nods. "I know, but I did not, no. Maybe it was during the night while I was busy with Appep. Maybe during a sun Finsternis. I cannot tell you." I look up at her. She has always been much taller than me. „Then help me in another way. Tell me; are there temples left? "Of my people, I mean?" She thinks for a moment before speaking. „Mh. People were a bit confused once you slept. The humans who worshipped you were informed through gossip, and most of them chose other gods to worship. But if I remember correctly, your high priest and his family stayed. Do you remember your furthest temple in the east?" I did remember. The temple was the first temple my sister had built for me. She said it was not acceptable that a god like me would have no temple to call my own. To mock me or since she simply wanted me close to her, she built the temple in the east, where the sun would rise each day. She said that since the sun marked a new beginning each day, fate should also mark a new life's start, and the place she picked would be perfect. The temple was pretty once it was finished: I wished that it would not be so big, and she accepted it.

"Yes, I remember the témple." "As far as I know, the people there still remain in your service. It is the only place I know of, I'm afraid." I nod and keep on sitting there for a while. "You know, your power would return if the people would see you. Know of your return. We could arrange a feast. It could also be a good sign to the people that you woke up with Horus claiming the throne. It is like fate returned with the rightful king." "Oh please, if that were the case, I would have woken up when Osiris became king. He was meant to be a good-willed god, and it all went wrong!" I run a hand through my hair before I let out a sigh. "You're pregnant again?" She nods.

"Look, that also wasn't your fate." "When will you have children, brother? I'm sure you'd make fine children." "I don't want children." "That is a lie." She says chucking. "I know you loved looking after all my children and grand and grand-grand children. So why not have your own?" "I would not know with whom. Sure there are a lot of lovely goddesses, but none of them quicken my heart." "A human maybe." "Oh please, I don't want to release demigods of my blood on to the world.

Imagine demigods who get my traits. The ability to somehow mess with fate or time. That thought frightens me." She laughs out loud and shakes her head before placing a hand on my shoulder. "You will find someone some day, I'm sure." "Yes, maybe some day…..By the way, who is the father of your current child?" "That is a secret". I pout slightly. "I hate secrets." "I know you do. Now on your way you go. I'm sure you have a lot to work on."

I stand up and turn away, leaving the balcony. On my way back I spotted another familiar face. It was Isis. I was not in the mood to talk to others anymore, so ljust. walked past her without a word.

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I am starting to realize that i am way to obsessed with Ennead. Since the second season came to an end i am simply waiting till i can buy the new volumes to place them on my bookshelf✨😭

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[area50thdream]

So it took a while but the design i had in mind for our Y/n is finally done. I admit it was finished a while ago but i didn’t find the time to upload it. Anyway this is the final design drawn by my dear friend Jay. They have a Tiktok account aswell if youd like to check it out ( >>peachycos<<, _itsjustjxy_ ) As said all credits go to them <3. I know this storry hasnt been read by that many people but if you have some type of character design in mind yourselfs please let me know id love to see them. ✨🫶

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Chapter 4. 2/2

The caravan were already confused as to why their god would forbid the slave trading and human sacrifices. The scene soon changed, and the next thing I saw was a falcon. A falcon with blue eyes. It did not seem harmful, nor did it seem weak. For now I would ignore it. I wake up with a pounding head and sigh. This would be a long day. I would have to make sure Seth would be seen as the god he was even though he was right now but a half-god. My powers were still limited, but I had to try nonetheless.

As I rose from my sleep, I had started to work out a plan. The men of the caravan would come to seek Seth out the next morning, so I had one night. One night to consider which spell to use. It had to be one that Seth himself wouldn’t notice directly. After all, I wasn’t ready to reveal my true identity to him. I get off the ground and walk over to the sleeping man. This had to be perfect. I close my eyes and feel for my power. I could feel small amounts of power residing still within me. Power I had to cultivate and regain more of if I wanted to return to my former glory. With time I was sure my full power would return to me, but I was unsure of how much time exactly that would take. I place my hand over his forehead and start to mumble a spell. My hand started to glow, and small golden lines started to form on my s/c skin. The spell was quite simple. It was a spell I used to cast over my temples and bless children with when born to my priestesses. I take it that most of them are already dead, but they must have children somewhere. The spell would prevent him from simply being injured for now. I finish the spell and then lower my hand. I sit back down on the ground and look down at my hands, where the golden lines slowly started to fade. To think that the great weaver of fate ended up exhausted after casting a simple protection spell…pathetic, really. Just as I had predicted, the next morning the leader came to seek Seth out. In his hands he had the headdress Seth usually wore while he was still king. I take it it was some sort of offering to appease him. I could see in Seth’s eyes that he saw through the men.

Seth POV

The men kneel in front of me and hold out the headdress. “We’ve brought a small offering for you, Seth.” I let a hand run through my hair and nod. “Oh? You clearly have a request for me then. What is it?” The leader of the caravan clears his throat and then states his cause. “Recently crocodiles have been taking over the roads we usually use, so we are having difficulties traveling.” “So what?” I ask, a tad bit confused, where their problem became mine. “Well, since you have forbidden us from trading slaves, shouldn’t we return to our former trade?” “So what you’re trying to say is that ‘this is your responsibility too,’ right?” The man quivers. As they denied my words. “Oh my goodness! No! Not at all! The route is simply too important to abandon, so we beg you to help us.” I lean further back on the chaise lounge. “Is that so?”

I stand in the river as crocodile after crocodile launches at me. While fighting, I spot one that is way bigger than the other ones. I dodge another attack and gaze into the crocodile's eyes. “Aren’t you the high priestess of Sebek? You must have recognized me, so why aren’t you running away?”

Y/N POV

I stand at the shore watching as Seth stood on one of the crocodiles and the high priestess launched at him. That second I felt my magic work. Just for a split second you were able to see the big wound on his thigh before it healed. The men on the caravan grew restless. “Did you see that the wound healed instantly? He must be him!” “Or a spy of Isis!” “Don’t sputter nonsense if you want to keep your head.” Just then everyone went quiet. Seth walked back up to the shore and, out of nowhere, began to cut down some men of the caravan. Screams were heard, and blood was splattered everywhere. The head of the caravan looked as if he were to break down for the love towards his god. Seth approached a man with a bundle of cloth in his eyes and snatched said bundle from him. Within lay the eggs of the crocodiles. He chopped off the man’s head with a single blow. “You ask me to get rid of the crocodiles when you had their children all along? Are even you worthless humans screwing with me now!?” He returned to the waters and placed the bundle of eggs down in front of the high priestess. “I’ll make the humans pay for this, so take your eggs and go.” After a moment the crocodile took the bundle by its knot and swam off. Soon after, the humans began to talk again, claiming that their god would never attack them and must be a spy. Those accusations were soon stopped by the head of the caravan. “Stop! Someone who can recognize the high priestess of Sebek is no average human! Please, oh great God of War, you have erased every single bit of doubt in our minds, so please forgive us for fooling you.” Seth stood still for a while and then turned around. “If you want to live, tie up the men who carelessly teased the crocodiles with the dead bodies and toss them all into the river.” I quickly fall in step with Seth and successfully block the strange bearded man from lacing his arm around his shoulders. “We should retire to your chambers.” I mumble, and Seth nods as we make our way back…

Note: I am currently wondering how to best avoid the scene on the slave market since i really dont want Seth to be in that situation in this version. I will figure it out on the way. To add to that i have commissioned a Friend of mine to draw how i immagine Y/N to look like since i thought it might be fun for you guys to know✨. I will be uploading it once its done

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[area50thdream]

It took a while! I know im sorry 🥲.

I had some problems on how i want to portray the plot since i am still waiting on new updates on the original Manga. I dont want to writ something one for it to then no longer make sense. But here i am with the next chapter after a few…well months…

Chapter 4. 1/…

“Some people Deserve cruelty”

Y/N POV

I look at him confused. Priest? His priest, I swear to Duat, I could not imagine being a priest of his. They were... well, they were like him. Irrelevant. I understood the point. Priests were high-set people. They were the direct person under their god and with that, not to be harmed.

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It was quite nice to watch them squirm. The men were trying to appease him in every way. I was brought a chair to sit next to Seth, though lower than him. I had my eyes closed. All this contact with humans is exhausting as always. I tried to blend out the whispers of the crowd, trying to focus on the strings of fate to see in which state they were. My concentration was stopped, though, as I felt a strangely powerful force reach for Seth. In a hurry I reach out and stop the hand approaching his fiancé within a second. I open my eyes and look at the man, who looks back at me in confusion. He had a beard just as brown as his wavy hair. His eyes are golden like amber. I noticed people looking at me and let go of his hand, pushing it away from him. “No one is to touch his highness beside his closest, and as far as I know, that does not include you.” The man kept his simple smile on his face as he slowly backed off. I sat back down, and very soon we were assigned a tent in which we should stay for now. It had a giant bed on which Seth sat. He had a scroll in his hand and was contemplating how to act now. Everything was alright, as it was still just the situation of a man saving another and deciding to travel with him. But now that man knew his travel companion was a god. No human would act the same after receiving such knowledge. I was trying to come up with something as I heard footsteps approach. I roll my eyes and watch as the man from earlier kneels on the ground with water and new clothes for Seth in hand. “Seth, I have brought new clothes and water for you to wash up.” Seth did not seem impressed. “Place it down and leave.” “Please let me serve you.” I could hear Seth’s heart beating faster. He was annoyed. “Then I ask for someone else to do it.” “Everyone else is scared of you, my lord.” Seth turned to look at him. “And you’re not?” The man raised his gaze with a soft smile. “How could I fear you?” That must have crossed the line. Seth reached out for him and grabbed hold of his hair, tugging him closer to him. “You have been pissing me off since earlier! Have you no common sense? Shall I rip the skin off your face for you?!” Seth pushes him back, releasing his hair, making the servant tumble back. After that the servant bid him a pleasant night, leaving the both of us to ourselves. “I don’t like him.” I mumble, and Seth turns to look at me. If he had any thoughts about my presence or who I was, he did not feel the need to say or mention it. “He is strange, yes…help me clean.” I look up at him for a moment, confused. I felt my ego twitch but got up nonetheless. I was a god. The brother of Ra was not meant to clean anyone, but then again, he was the little boy who used to hide in my rooms when his siblings were looking at him since he had done something again. I pick up the cloth and walk over to him slowly, cleaning off the dirt from his skin. I continued to dip the cloth in the warm water until most of the dirt was off him. “I will try to find the boy.” I look up at him and smile as I nod. “Thank you.” That day Seth went to bed, and I leaned against the wall as I slowly fell asleep. Sleep was not something I particularly enjoyed. While others used sleep to calm down for once, the real shit started for me when I closed my eyes. My dreams were vivid. They showed times long gone or soon to come. If I didn’t know everything, I knew that all my dreams held a deeper meaning. That night was no different. The moment my mind slipped away, I found myself at a river. Seth stood in the low water with sword in hand as multiple alligators swam towards him. He fought them until he revealed that the caravan had taken the eggs of the high priestess of the god Sobek. The whole thing was a plan forged by the caravan to test him. To make sure he was Seth. He did not act as they wanted to, and he was cursed away. My mind told me that such an outcome was not what we needed. He bled, and the wound did not heal immediately. I would have to stop that. At that he had to be more violent, but I could not force him to hurt people…

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Chapter3. 4/4

Seth POV

“An Offering? Who asked you bastards to do such a thing”?! I was livid. To offer up a kid to a god. Then again, I had just encouraged this type of behavior weeks ago before the trial, having supported the slaughter of boys and women. I shake my head as I walk up to them. Having revealed my true identity to them, they immediately lead me to the cage they kept the said boy in. The man that had clung to me since last morning was walking after us. Ripping open the cage, I groan.

“Was this the only child?” I asked the men of the caravan, who trembled slightly and went down on all fours. “Y-yes indeed. These children were hard to catch. Please forgive us, our lord, for not having prepared a proper offering for you”. More men came. They were asking loud questions, not knowing yet who stood before them. I huff and pull down the cloth that was hiding my face, revealing my red hair to them. “Offerings have been banded for how long now? And you're still screwing around! You useless humans don’t even recognize your own master”?! The men, as expected, knelt down in panic. Soon we were brought to a tent where I sat down on a throne looking over the men. One stood to my side waving air at me. The still-anxious uncle of the boy stood behind me. Men came up trying to take him away, but something in me told me to stop them. “What are you doing! Are you trying to take my priest with you as well”?

Y/N POV

I look at him confused. Priest? His priest, I swear to Duat, I could not imagine being a priest of his. They were... well, they were like him. Irrelevant. I understood the point. Priests were high-set people. They were the direct person under their god and with that not to be harmed.

Note: Now we arrived at the unavoidable time where Seth meets the foreign god and i am honestly unsure if i will be able to write his perspective convincing but i will try✨

I know i ask you guys a lot but i just want to know something real quick. Do we want Y/n to end up with someone? If yes with who?

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Chaoter.3 3/4

Note: Now while writing this i somewhat realized that the boy actually vanishes at one point and does not return at least as far as i know. Do we want to find him or not?

Seth POV

What did he mean? He talked as if he had any knowledge about me in the first place. “That’s none of your concern.” The man kept looking at me, and somehow his eyes made me feel lightheaded. They were... familiar. Familiar in a nice way. I shake my head, confused by my own thoughts. But I was right about those eyes. I knew them. But from where?

Y/N POV

I gently rock the boy in my arms. He was still yet a child, and therefore he soon fell asleep. I was unsure of his origin, but he was way too trusting. I looked back up at Seth and saw him stare at me. I knew that he knew something was up. “You should sleep, you had not slept a lot last night.” As if my words were laced with a spell, he fell asleep. Up in the tree we were somewhat safe for now. At least from predators. My heart ached looking at the boy. I wonder if Seth knew that this might have been his doing. His fault that this boy is used to wanderin the streets alone. Well, not anymore. He was under my protection now. Sooner or later Seth would find out who I was. But what to do then…He had gone through so much, and I take it he would not react nicely to me revealing my true nature. After all, I had allowed all of this to take place in the first place. Irrelevant if intentional or not, the man had deep-rooted trauma (you see what I did there 🥲?). I sigh and lean back against the thick tree trunk. I did not sleep long since I was woken up by a loud thud. I look down at the ground and see Seth lying there on the ground with eyes wide open. Just then I notice the boy missing. “Hey, this is not funny. Come out.” I say out loud as I climb down the tree and look around. Seth, meanwhile, stood up and bent over in pain. It must have been his empty stomach. I throw over the rest of the lentils to him. “The boy. The boy? Have you seen him”? He shook his head and ate as he slowly regained his posture. He stood up, and then I heard a slight gasp. “What?” I turn to look at him, and then I saw it. The village lit on fire, forcing all of one’s attention upon itself as it burned in the dark of the night. “That’s his village.” I mumbled out, and surprisingly quick, Seth ran past me over to the village. I followed close behind him. As we arrived in the village, the scent of blood and burned flesh hit my nose. It was a sickening smell only worsened by the nearby river. Seth stopped a man asking what was happening, but the man only pulled free from his grasp and kept running. Meanwhile sputtering out one or a few words, but only one was really understandable. The Caravan. The caravan was not always, but most often, a selfish lot. They did not stop at anything selling humans and goods all over the place. At that they claim to worship no other but the god of war and the desert, Seth. One could hear them calling out his name, looking for no other but the man beside me. We kept on walking, hidden away in the dark alleyways. “We have to find him, but where could he be?” I was talking to myself as Seth sat on a box trying to force down a raw onion. “Be quiet, will you? It won’t help if we get caught. Then your nephew is done for”. I knew he was right, but still. I very much wanted to have him back. As I calmed myself, we could overhear some soldiers of the caravan talking. They were talking about why Seth would be hiding in a place like this one, claiming that it was only an argument to raid the village in the first place. I did not care about what they told me; that was until I heard one of them mention having captured a boy earlier that was to be offered to their god. A chill ran down my back. That humans had such cruel sides to themselves still scared me sometimes. I was pulled out of my thoughts by a loud crash. I look up to see Seth looking down at them with a look of irritation on his face.

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Chapter.3 2/…

Note: i just realized that the program i used to correct my gramar put some dots and question marks more then once 🥲. Sorry✨

Seth POV

“You.”. I said, looking at the boy. It was the same one I had run into before the whole runaway thing in the village, but who was the man next to him? His family maybe. Considering that I am still not dry, I suppose I did not sleep long. “Building that fire wasn’t necessary. I’m strong; my body cooling down is not fatal.”. The boy shook his head in denial. “How dare you shake your head like that? Didn’t your father or something teach you to not question adults?!” The man next to him shook his head and started to talk. “He isn’t mine.” I looked at him irritated. “What do you mean he isn’t yours?” “I said what I said: I don’t know him.”The man reached into the pot in front of him and placed some lentils onto a leaf before handing it to me. “You should eat.” I rest my head in my hand and sigh, “I don’t know who you are, but I don’t need your help.” Just then I noticed the bandages on my body and the healed wound next to my eye. The bleeding had stopped. Just then the small boy pulled out a cloth and held it out to me. Within were grapes. My jaw tensed up. “Don’t treat me like a human! I don’t need it, so you eat it! You pathetic creatures need it to live, I don’t”. A growl. I feel my face heat up as my empty stomach made itself known once more. What terrible timing. The boy burst out into a big smile. As if he had not just been shouted at.

Y/N POV

I could not help myself; I just had to smile as Seth slowly reached for a grape, claiming he would eat one to be polite, and that’s that, but soon he also accepted the lentils I had offered him. While he was eating, he looked somewhat like a grumpy cat. “You should leave the bandages on for now. Your wounds should still be open; you wouldn’t want them to end up with an infection. He looked at the both of us strangely. “What do you want?” I look at him not knowing what he meant. “I mean, you two are obviously too well off for yourself. You two seem to come from a village struck by poverty. If you feed me and even treat my wounds, there must be something you want, so what is it?”

The boy did not listen. He just kept on happily eating his grapes. Seth, after having realized he would not answer, kept quiet for a while as well. “I don’t want anything.” I say. “It just so happened that I had stumbled upon you as you needed help, and I had everything I needed to help you. So don’t worry; you’re not in debt”. In the meantime I had cleaned the pot and packed the rest of the lentils in a cloth. Just then Seth stood up and threw a golden bracelet into the boy's lap. “Here as payment for the fire.” He said and walked away. I quickly got up, packing the stuff and looking after him. Then quickly back at the boy. My intuition told me the boy was alone out here and had no place to go…Fuck it, then I stole a child if he has people who miss him. I bend down, pick up the boy, and run up to Seth. He looked at me quite disturbed. “Why are you following me? And I thought you didn’t know that boy.” Caught, I huff. “No, that is not what I meant. He is my... nephew, but his parents have sadly passed without ever having introduced me to him, so I do not know him, but I am his caretaker”. Obvious lie, but how should he know? “And I also happen to have to walk in that direction.” He shook his head and kept on walking. After a while of walking, we reached a tree. Seth climbed up the thing, and I lifted the boy up. “Hold him.” Reluctantly he took hold of the boy, and I climbed up to him before placing the boy on my lap. “Now…how about you tell me how you ended up in this situation?”

Note: Yup we kidnapped the boy 😌.

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Chapter.3. 1/…

“The long journey begins…”

Note: I knew i took a while but its there 😅. Anyway this chapter is quite long compared to the others but i had to spit it in to more parts since there wasn’t enough space. If youd like to read more comfortably i also uplode the story on ao3 under the same user name as already mentioned <3

I was unsure how long I had looked at him now. The night had passed without a single disturbance. Sometimes the wind had picked up as if to lighten the heavy atmosphere. As I gaze at him, I slowly become aware of his wounds. He was also incredibly thin. The last time I had seen him was the day he had taken Nephthys to wife. He was so unbelievably happy that day. Even though he had not shown it to the people around him.

Throughout the night the small boy had ended up leaning against me. The nights were cold, so seeking the warmth of another was an instinct of the humans. As the sun slowly began to rise, I had to make a decision. I could either stay with Seth and accompany him on his journey trying to find out what had happened in the time I was gone and try to fix it, or I could let him find his own way. As far as I know, he was wearing a cursed bracelet on his wrist, which was not removable. What the curse entailed I still had to find out. Very carefully I move away from the two and walk over to the fire burning nearby. I had to get something to eat. I did not need it, nor did Seth, since he couldn’t starve as a half god, but he could still suffer the pain of an empty stomach. The sun had yet to rise completely as I made my way back to the village nearby. I was not able to get a lot, but I was able to spot a small shop about to open for the day. I got some bread made from Emma wheat and a small pouch of lentils. I also got a bit of honey and wine. Those two items were slightly more expensive but not of high quality. But in the end the honey and wine were not meant to be eaten or enjoyed. They were for treating wounds. I return to the campfire where the small boy sat, now completely awake and poking the cheek of the still sleeping man. “Hey, stop that. He is exhausted”. I mumble and place the bought goods down. “Say, you wouldn’t happen to have a pot of sorts.” He did not speak, but he could hear since he got up and vanished in the high grass. I sigh and walk over to the sleeping man. I pour some wine onto the wounds, and then I dip my fingers into the honey and smear it onto a blood bruise on his arm. I caught myself smiling. Honey was a strange thing. It was sweet, golden, and tasted good. Even better, it helped against throat pains, infections, healing, and is antiseptic. It has always been a good way to get children to take medicine.

I bandage Seth’s wounds and then hear the soft steps of the young boy once more. He had brought a clay pot. “Can you fill that with water?” He nods and runs down to the river and returns. I place the pot down next to the fire on a hot stone so it could heat up. I pour the lentils into the water and stir them occasionally so they won’t burn to the bottom of the pot. Lentils were not the healthiest option, but they were filling. I wait for the whole thing to cook through and then let the whole thing cool down. We had no utensils, so hands it were. Once the lentils were cold enough, I scooped a bit up with my hand and held it out to the boy. “Here.” I mumble out and turn back to look at the river. A few hours later I hear something stir beside me. I look over at Seth, who was slowly waking up. He very slowly sat up as if he was contemplating the situation. His eyes fell down to his legs, where he saw the bandages. I was glad he had woken up. Somehow he still reminded me of the small boy he once was. As if in shock, he turned to look at both me and the boy.

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[area50thdream]

Chapter.2

(d/s/c) = disguise skin color

(d/h/c) = disguise hair color

shendyt = that one Egyptian skirt thingy✨

What have i done to you?

The sand under my feet crunched with each of my steps. I sigh as I look around the wide desert, still no sight of the village Seth might be in. Traveling would be so much easier if my powers hadn't gone to sleep with me back then. They had not been in use for a while, and with that, they were limited for now. Limited to at least changing my appearance to stay undercover, but traveling with simple teleportation would have been much easier! I keep on walking, the sun shining bright as ever. After hours of travel, I finally spotted a small village. I was disguised as a (d/s/c) tall and (d/h/c) haired man. My hair was covered by a hood that hid a lot of my face. Around my waist I wore a white linen shendyt with the rest of my body bare. I looked like a normal traveling worker. “I better try to avoid slave owners or the market at all. The people there could only cause trouble”.I was able to make out the presence of the former god of the desert somewhere in this village, but at the moment he was a half god. His divine essence was too little to mark it out directly. "Guess I have to find him like this." I mumble and start to roam through the little alleys past small houses and market stands.The

sun was starting to set, which frustrated me immensely since that man was nowhere in sight! I sit down at a small dock near a lake and run my hands over my face. Just as I was looking up into the sky and studying my surroundings, I spotted a body on the other side of the lake. Just as I spotted the red hair hidden beneath the hood, I slipped into the water. My face was grimacing as my feet hit the mud-covered ground of the lake.

"And some humans smear this stuff on their faces... disgusting." I swam over to the other side, my clothes now dripping wet. I now kneel next to the red-haired man. His body was bruised and bleeding at some parts of his body. "This man.. you are helpless in the world you created, are you not?" I turn him around on to his back and place a hand on his forehead to feel for a fever. His temperature was slightly cold. I turn to look behind me as I hear soft steps. I was expecting a wild animal, but instead there stood a small boy with leaves and sticks in his arms. The boy looks at me confused, as if he did not expect someone else here. I sit down next to Seth and wave at the boy. The boy just looks at me and then smiles. He started to make a fire a few feet away, and I started to use the cloak of Seth to place him on top so he was not sleeping on the ground. My eyes linger on the man as I pull a strand of beautifully red hair out of his face. Such nice hair... the only being of gods that I had blessed with the color of the rising and setting sun. A color seen as chaos and blood in the eyes of others...such a strange way to interpret it.

I remember the day I had spun his fate. I sat in my workplace with a white string in my hand. Ra had just been outplayed by Thoth in a game of chess, which caused her to close her eyes for three days. In those days the children of Shu the god of wind, and Tefnut the goddess of moisture, Geb and Nut brought forth their children. Four beautiful young godlings. Gods for which I had to spin a string of fate each. That must have been the moment where I had my first slipup. That day, my exhaustion had been immeasurable. I knew that I should have stopped and that fate was to be treated with full awareness, but my thick-headed self just had to keep going. I had already spun the cords for Isis and Nephthys, as well as Osiris. Just as I was about to begin the fate of Seth using a spindle, I stung myself with the needle. Harshly pulling my hand back, I watched as the blood ran down the needle and dyed the white thread red. It is a beautiful color and always has been. The pain of the needle made me aware once more of the Fact that I had to be careful. I chose to give his hair the color of blood, the one thing keeping humans and animals alive. Now that I think about it. Seth's fate must have been without problems, but those of his siblings must have....simply made no sense, and so everything must have happened. There was no one to blame for this dilemma but me.

I look back down at Seth. While doing so a question did not leave my mind.

What had my carelessness caused to destroy such a beautiful soul?

[area50thdream]

Info: I am not sure what to think of this start but i guess it is alright

Ps: To Whoever reads this, early happy holidays ✨

Chapter 1: Can't a god just leave once in a while?

Y/n pov:

Silence...nothing but pure silence. The only thing you could hear were the trickles of sand grains moving with the wind. The darkness of the wide void of chaos was calming and blocking out every type of prayer directed to me. No please for help, no request for wealth, love or revenge and no curses to my name. Fate was a strange thing. Once woven, it can’t be changed. At least, it should not be able to be changed.

Everything was just as the last few eons I spent sleeping in this dimension of peace, until it suddenly wasn't.

It started as a tingle...a slight tingle easily  ignored, not wanting to care i did exactly that. Then it became more and more noticeable until it became a thrumming headache I simply could not ignore. With a groan of frustration, my eyes flutter open. I slowly push my body up to sit straight. I run a hand through my hair and look around me. There was no one in sight, no one that could have possibly awoken me. The walls of the chamber were covered in cracks. and dust had settled on the ground. I winced as my headache became stronger. I had not felt such a strong disturbance of fate in all my time asleep or awake. With a frown written all over my face, I make my way to the giant sun boat of Ra. Everything seemed normal on my way. There was neither a distraction nor a giant war worth the effort of getting up. After a while of looking around, I had arrived at the sun boat. "Ra! What might you have done?” Before I could keep looking, I appeared right in front of the golden, gleaming throne. On top, the charismatic woman I was borne to call my sister. She still had the provocative smirk on her face like all those years ago. She rested her head on her hand and soon spoke. "Y/n my dear weaver of fate. You have taken your time to awake. haven't vou?". I bite my tongue and walk up the stairs to sit down on the throne-like chair next to her. "Don't mock me. Tell me. What have vou done to cause such a disturbance to the strings of fate?” She just chuckled and shook her head. "haven't done anything." She said. sitting up straight and starring at me. "But you are right. A lot of stuft happened while vou were gone. Do you want me to tell you, dear brother?” “Just tell me so I can get rid of this headache.” She rose to her feet and started to explain what had happened over the years and how Seth had killed Osiris and taken his place as pharaoh after Osiris had taken it from Ra herself. She explained how Seth had ruled with blood and terror until isis managed to conceive a child with Osiris by resurrecting him for a short moment so the child could regain the Throne. The boy named Horus managed to do so, and Seth was sentenced to go on a mission to redeem his sins as a half god, and just then he would get his divinity back.

I look at her in complete shock as I take in the things she just said. This was not meant to happen in any turn of events. Seth was married to Nephthys, and the both of them should have children. They should be happy together, just as Isis and Osiris were meant to be happily married. I hold my face in my hands as I get up. "And vou did not intervene!?” Ra huffed. "It is not my Job to look after everything you know. I did my duty while a certain someone went to nap for a while. How should I have known that the way things were going weren't planned out by you?” I sigh and nod. She was right. If I had been awake, I could have fixed the problem by its source but considering what Ra told me. this would not be easily fixed. Nothing could be fixed

The only way to solve this would be to either mess with the spectrum of time and space or to cut the thread of destiny and forge it new again. The first option was not possible since it was too risky, and yet the second one didnt seem particularly better. But it had to be done. "Ra, where is Seth right now? I know that you know so don't pretend that you don't.” She just glanced at me and then closed her eyes for a moment. She then opened her eyes again. "He is currently roaming the streets of a few villages not far from here. Causing a turmoil as always" I just nod and walk towards the exit.

“What are you going to do, brother?” I turn to look at her. "I'm going to do what needs to be done. I will try to bring everything back to its best outcome possible without messing even more stuff up”.

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[area50thdream]

Ennead x male god reader.

Now! have come up with a smal Prologue that somewhat showes in wich direction the ff is ment to go. Might also uplode this on watpad later. Anyway hope you like it✨

(please keep in mind that English is not my fist language and i struggle with comas🙃).

Fate always has its way…

Way back to the creation of Kemet there was the goddess Ra, the goddes of the sun. She made life on the planet Earth possible in the first place. Sitting at the top of the gods of Heliopolis, she ruled the Realm. Next to her stood the god of fate, mostly known as either "the weaver" or "Y/N.". Y/N, just as Ra was a god, borne of chaos itself. He chose the fate of all life on earth and wove it into strings that were meant to never intertwine or brake. Y/n, though worshiped by the mortals alongside Ra, was not as found of the world as his Sister was. His duty had exhausted him, and once he deemed his work finished, he had bid Ra goodbye and gone to a deep sleep in one of his temples. Ra having sworn to not awaken him kept her promise, and so the god of fate slumbered eon after eon. The humans, not knowing why the god of fate suddenly no longer answered their prayers, though he might have merged with Ra and they stopped worshipping him. Soon the worship of the "Weaver of fate" had been fully forgotten by the humans, but no one could have known that "the weaver" would soon rise from his slumber. To find his glorious work demolished.

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[area50thdream]

Hey there!

Desperately want to write a Ennead x male reader ff that technically follows the main storry but i am not sure how the storry is ment to start or what shall happen or who y/n is ment to be like family wise 🙃.

If you have any suggestions please help me out and tell me ✨

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