The Awakening
His eyes drew to the light and he stared blindly at it for a long moment. His mind still sluggish, wading through centuries worth of death like sleep. “I am here…” He breathed finally, his voice only slightly stronger then before, and his words easily taking on the old language he knew before he fell into slumber. “Ma’at..?”
She smiled quietly, settling the torch into the metal loop against the wall. “You always were a flatterer.” She mused, moving closer and kneeling in front of him. “I am Khama’at, the Priestess in the temple. I watched over you, and when you looked to die but did not decompose, I kept watch over you.” She explained.
He looked to her, bright blue eyes seeming to cut through the dark then as they searched her face. He remembered her face. "Khama'at...I was with you...I remember. How long did I sleep..?" he asked with a small frown. A few weeks? A month perhaps? He felt tired from sleep, weak and unsure, like his world was entirely strange now.
