OthaggamRe

I am what once was, I am the land and the rulers.. I serve he who tells the audient void, I serve the chaos. My name has been unspoken for aeons, OthaggamRe.

In a time of uproar and revolution, tensions can rise high and terror arise. Many social events, or even gestures may come to an end. I have not noticed much of the current uproar as of yet, but I do not want to think of what strange practises go on at night. The streets are not quite as safe as they once were during the daytime, imagine how much worse it would then be during the night. These uproars were caused by an unseen chain of strange events, prophecies being whispered. Normally people laugh in the face of these ‘prophets’ strangely, these are being taking seriously. It is when multiple stories and observations align, something becomes a fact. In case of prophecies, the outcome must be seen to become a fact. But something as old as Ancient Egypt, arising from the sands of the desert seemed silly, even to me. 

As I looked through the restaurant from the bar towards the many tables of the restaurant guiding my eyes towards the door, there was not much going on inside the small but cosy restaurant. Business as usual and customers as usual. When a rather peculiar person, shrouded in black walked towards one of the counters and was pointed towards a table. As I lit my cigar, I wondered why he acted so mysterious and why he was carrying a large leather bound book under his arm. These things would be known to me soon enough, as the men sitting behind me arose and walked towards this mysterious guest.

The men all seemed to be hiding their facial features and wearing these shroud or robe like black clothes, normally one would notice a long beard or rather rough features when looking at the local men here. These men were different, definitely not from here or anywhere near. The hands of these man looked awkward, as if they had been put into a fire as the skin of these hands seemed to have turned black like ashes, covering their bones. I could only describe their body features as  extremely thin and their hands deformed by what-ever misfortune came over them. They talked in a rather quick accent, different from most of the people around town. Their quick tongues and shifty looks alerted my suspicion even more, but I wanted to know more about that book. A large black leather bound book larger than any book I had ever seen, with pages looking as as papyrus. Across my mind came the thought of sneaking towards the table while the men were drinking and snatch the book but, this book would be far too large to just be taken like that. I needed a cunning plan, or perhaps an unforeseen event.