I don't know what they teach in school. Mmn... but... My people used to believe that when a person dies, the God Osiris chooses whether you pass on to the Afterlife or are reincarnated. It's considered a great honor to be reborn even if you don't retain your memories of your previous life. Most don't.
The ancient Pharaohs, the rulers of my people, are considered an aspect of Amun-Ra. An off-shot of Ra Himself essentially so they're treated as divine beings.
There was one particular Pharaoh... He saved the world from darkness but at the price of his identity. His name and actions were striken from history. His soul was sealed inside a powerful dark relic, waiting to be awakened someday so he could properly move on to the Afterlife.
[A moment to let Hunk take in the history lesson.]
My family, the Ishtars, are one of the clans whose duty it is to protect and watch over the unnamed Pharaoh and what he left behind. We specifically are his Tomb Keepers. Maintaining the Pharaoh's tomb, keeping the singular clue left behind to help him rediscover who he was when he's finally brought back... That's our legacy.
[Marik shifts, unconsciously reaching in his coat and over his shoulder to grip at his back, the markings feeling like they're throbbing but he knows he's just imagining it.]
The duties fall to the first born son. That... was me. I wasn't allowed to leave the temple, forced into this life of servitude for someone I didn't know or care about, studying the ancient ways, beliefs, and practices of our ancestors, having my body... not be my own.
[The teen ducks his head down, trying to hide his face under his hair again, his voice getting quieter.]
... I never wanted any of it. I just... I just wanted freedom. To enjoy being a child... How can I be told I'm... the most important person in all of this yet... feel like a prisoner? I wasn't given a choice at all...!
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[He pauses again.]
I don't know what they teach in school. Mmn... but... My people used to believe that when a person dies, the God Osiris chooses whether you pass on to the Afterlife or are reincarnated. It's considered a great honor to be reborn even if you don't retain your memories of your previous life. Most don't.
The ancient Pharaohs, the rulers of my people, are considered an aspect of Amun-Ra. An off-shot of Ra Himself essentially so they're treated as divine beings.
There was one particular Pharaoh... He saved the world from darkness but at the price of his identity. His name and actions were striken from history. His soul was sealed inside a powerful dark relic, waiting to be awakened someday so he could properly move on to the Afterlife.
[A moment to let Hunk take in the history lesson.]
My family, the Ishtars, are one of the clans whose duty it is to protect and watch over the unnamed Pharaoh and what he left behind. We specifically are his Tomb Keepers. Maintaining the Pharaoh's tomb, keeping the singular clue left behind to help him rediscover who he was when he's finally brought back... That's our legacy.
[Marik shifts, unconsciously reaching in his coat and over his shoulder to grip at his back, the markings feeling like they're throbbing but he knows he's just imagining it.]
The duties fall to the first born son. That... was me. I wasn't allowed to leave the temple, forced into this life of servitude for someone I didn't know or care about, studying the ancient ways, beliefs, and practices of our ancestors, having my body... not be my own.
[The teen ducks his head down, trying to hide his face under his hair again, his voice getting quieter.]
... I never wanted any of it. I just... I just wanted freedom. To enjoy being a child... How can I be told I'm... the most important person in all of this yet... feel like a prisoner? I wasn't given a choice at all...!