— The Omen over Thebes
The sun over Thebes had always been cruel — a molten eye that saw too much and pitied nothing. But on that evening, even it seemed uncertain, its red glare dulled beneath a rising pall of clouds that shimmered like burnished copper.
The first to see them were the fishermen along the Nile. They pointed with shaking hands at a procession of lights gliding soundlessly above the water — circles of
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fire, each as bright as a brazier, moving in perfect formation. They did not flicker as torches do, nor drift like stars reflected upon the river’s skin. They moved with purpose, as soldiers might when marching beneath a banner unseen.
By dusk, the word had reached the palace. Priests poured from the temple of Amun in their linen robes, chanting the seventy-two names of Ra. Their voices cracked with fear. Some declared the chariots of the sun had descended once more; others whispered it was the god of the Hebrews returned — that terrible one who had darkened Egypt’s skies and slain her firstborn long ago.
Thutmose III stood upon the balcony of his chambers, a man forged by war and wary of superstition. He had seen plagues, comets, eclipses — omens his priests had twisted into prophecies of conquest. Yet this was different. The lights hung in the air like sentinels, their glow steady and intelligent. Even from afar, one could feel the pulse of heat upon the skin, as though the heavens themselves had opened an unseen furnace.
Thutmose III stood upon the balcony of his chambers, a man forged by war and wary of superstition. He had seen plagues, comets, eclipses — omens his priests had twisted into prophecies of conquest. Yet this was different. The lights hung in the air like sentinels, their glow steady and intelligent. Even from afar, one could feel the pulse of heat upon the skin, as though the heavens themselves had opened an unseen furnace.
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Menkaure hesitated, his faith and intellect at war. “Not of Ra, Majesty. Not of any we have named.”
Thunder rolled — though the sky remained clear. The discs shifted, aligning themselves above the temple district. Their light intensified until even the river turned to molten gold. Then, one by one, they ascended higher, shrinking into the firmament until they vanished like embers swept into darkness.
Only the silence remained — vast, complete, unnatural.
The priests took it as a sign of favor. The astronomer took it as an omen of reckoning. But for Thutmose, staring into the blackened sky, it was something else entirely — a memory reawakened.
For he, too, had been a child once, listening to the tales of the Hebrews’ god — the god of fire and smoke who had torn the night apart with lightnings and plague. And though he had never believed those stories, something deep within him stirred as he whispered to himself:
“Perhaps the god of slaves has come back for his own.”
Below, the common people knelt in terror. Some wept, calling upon Amun; others spat and hid their faces, muttering the name of the Hebrew god who had once humbled Pharaoh. An old woman cried that the Pillars of Fire had returned to guide the lost children of the desert — and that Egypt was no longer master of the sky.
The royal astronomer, Menkaure of Heliopolis, climbed the balcony steps breathless and pale.
“Majesty,” he said, “these are not stars. They move against the firmament. Each light holds its place as if obeying command.”
Thutmose narrowed his eyes. “Command of whom?”
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