Creative Writing 2005-2006

Can you hear it? It makes a gentle whispering as it flows over the Mediterranean waters and floats peacefully onto the shores of the island of Ibiza. The sea breeze itself seems to want to come and rest on beautiful shores of Normandigal. Normandigal is not a large or bustling village, but that's what makes it so beautiful. Ancient pillars still stand where they did since the times of the Roman Empire. High on a rocky cliff overlooking the sea is a small stone house that seems to have been there for centuries as well. It is the home of a unique creature... one who is timeless as well.

A jackal named Anubis lives within the stone walls of the home. He is a magnificent creature with a coat the color of ebony and matching eyes that show great wisdom. After looking into his eyes, it seems that he has seen much during his life. But no one can really say if Anubis is old or young, as his age remains a mystery. He has a strong and youthful body and yet he has an old soul that seems to have lived for thousands of years. He clearly looks as though he would be quite at home in the palace of an Egyptian pharaoh. Around his neck, Anubis proudly wears a collar of gold encrusted with fine stones like lapis lazuli, diamonds and rubies. At the bottom of the collar hangs a silver ankh, which is the Egyptian symbol of life. A birthmark in the shape of a tear sits below his eye and a small silver patch of fur rests on his chest. These are the only spots of light on his black body. One look at him will tell you that Anubis is not your typical pet.

One of those people is 17-year old Mara. She also looks like she belongs in an Egyptian palace. Her beautiful eyes are the color of lotus flowers and her mouth is full and kind. However her tongue can be used to charm and speak kindnesses or quickly change to that of a weapon. Mara's long hair is coal black, as you'd expect, and her skin tan. Although she is beautiful, do not be deceived. Mara is quite independent, adventurous and like Anubis, able to defend herself if it becomes necessary.

Like most girls, Mara has dreams- lofty dreams! Ever since she was a little girl, Mara has hoped to find the tomb of Egyptian queen, Cleopatra. Perhaps with the help of her Aunt Alexandra, Mara will be able to achieve her dream. Alex, as Mara calls her, is a successful archeologist who has explored the ruins of the Aztecs at Villermosa, Mexico, investigated the mysteries of Stonehenge in Salisbury, England and most importantly dug in the sands of Karnak, Egypt. For you see, it was while they were in Karnak that they found Anubis. Alex and Mara share similarities such as their Egyptian heritage and, yet are different as well. Alex has hair the color of golden copper and deep green eyes. Alex has a sly, somewhat crafty way about her and has no intentions of settling down and getting married. Even though she finds the thought of married life boring, she done a great job of raising Mara. When Mara's mother died, Alex gratefully loved the little baby and took her along on her archeological digs.

Although they traveled the globe, Normandigal and the little stone house was always home to them. It is quite small and simple, but it holds many treasures and artifacts collected on their digs. It is a bright and airy home that lets the sea breezes and sunshine in. Mara's bedroom is somewhat plain for that of a teenager, but it is unique in one very big way. In one corner sits a silver cylindrical tube. It is where Anubis sleeps, but more importantly, it is also a time machine.

It is where Anubis sleeps, but more importantly, it is also a time machine. Although perhaps it should not be called a time machine, because it can only take you into the past and into that which has already happened. The future should be left alone, undiscovered until the fullness of time.

But the past is where we begin. But instead of traveling centuries into the past, we will only go back 17 years this time.

Alexandra smiled to herself. The child she held should have brought tears to her eyes, for even though she was only a few days old, she was already alone. The baby's mother would never hold her, because she was died giving the baby life. The mother was Alexandra's beloved older sister and this baby was her niece. The baby's father had called the little girl Mara, which meant "bitterness". For after giving her a name, he had been so overcome with grief that he could not bear to stay and left the small island trying to escape his sadness. But honestly, Mara was not truly alone and the blue-eyed child with dark hair brought to mind sweetness. The aunt who held her in her arms would become much more than a guardian to her. She would love her and guide her like an older sister and be a dear friend to her.

As Mara grew, Alex completed her studies in archeology and began work on numerous digs throughout the world. Of course, Mara accompanied her on these trips. Even though Mara was young, she loved watching Alex uncover the past and being able to see all the ancient things. Through the years, the pair traveled to many continents and eventually found themselves in northern Africa in the country of Egypt.

Now a teenager, Mara had become more involved in the excavation process with Alex. However on one particular day when they were digging just outside the city of Karnak, the heat and dust of the dig became too much and Mara wandered off to find relief. She slipped back behind pillars that were half covered by sand. She walked through aisles of columns that stood as far as the eye could see. She couldn't help but notice the pictures of stories that covered the pillars. There were pictures of fights, feasts and even a family scene or two. The pictures told the story of what Egypt has once been. One picture on the pillar however, interested Mara more than the rest. It was a scene of a queen standing above her subjects with her arm outstretched and holding a scepter. Mara knew that indicated a sign of power and she searched the hieroglyphics for some identification as to who the queen was. A smile crept across her face when she finally deciphered the name Cleopatra. Ever since she was a young girl, Alex had told her stories about the last Queen of Egypt, Cleopatra. It was those stories that Mara had loved to hear the most and had begged to repeat time and time again. As she leaned closer to look for more details on the pillar, Mara heard a something behind her. She turned slowly towards the soft sound padding in her direction. Her eyes widened as she realized the sounds were the footsteps of a magnificent black jackal who now stood but a few feet from her. She had heard these mysterious creatures during the night and their mournful cries had made her blood run cold. But somehow this jackal was different. Instead of running away or snarling at her, it sat and looked at Mara with gentle eyes. It was like they had known each other for years. As it came forward, Mara noticed that it had about its neck the most beautiful collar she had ever seen. The precious stones were studded into the gold collar glittered in the thin rays of light that filtered into the darkened hall. This animal surely belonged to someone of great importance.

The jackal was only an arm's length away when it quietly sat. Mara, who had been clinging to the pillar due to surprise, loosened her grip. The jackal's dark brown eyes stared deeply into Mara's tentative eyes and the start of an unbreakable bond was formed. Mara's fear gave way to nervous chuckle as she realized how very much this jackal bore a strong resemblance to the Egyptian jackal god, Anubis. But before she could do anything, the jackal quickly arose, walked swiftly through the temple and left the same way Mara had come in. Mara started to rush after him, but paused to look back to the pillar with the pictures of Cleopatra. Mara had a strong feeling that something important was going to happen.

She hurried after the jackal and realized that he was leading her right back to the excavation site. As she stood on a high sand dune and looked over the dusty, hot workers and breathed in the hot desert air, she smiled. Yes, something big was definitely going to happen to her, she just knew it.

Mara bounded and slid down the sandy dune, kicking up hot sand as she went. As she hurried after the jackal, she noticed he was slowing his quick pace down as he reached the base of the sandy slope. He now walked in a proud manner with his head held high as he followed the dusty paths that wove in and out of the holes made by the busy excavation workers. She watched on ahead as the jackal settled himself in the shade of a tent, laid his head upon his legs and closed his eyes to nap. Mara chuckled when she realized it was the tent that she and Alex shared.

When she finally arrived at the tent, she realized that the jackal was sleeping deeply. She quietly lifted the tent flap as she considered what she was going to tell Alex about her new friend. However that conversation would have to wait, Alex was not in the tent. She had left a note saying she had gone into the city for a few hours to take in some artifacts they had unearthed that day. Mara went back outside the tent, sat quietly and watched as dusk fell. The workers quickly lit fires to keep both dangerous animals and evil spirits away. Mara knew how superstitious the local workers could be. As she watched the sun set behind the dunes and the shadows begin to play on the tents, she again heard the mournful cries of the wild jackals. She watched "her" jackal, which had now awakened, peer out into the night and lift his nose to the sky as he howled in reply. But to Mara, his cry sounded like a warning. She knew how dangerous the desert could be at night and wished that Alex had come back.

There it was again! Piercing the night with its sudden cries. Only now the sounds were becoming closer and louder. Mara found herself moving closer to her new friend and watched him in silence. How majestic he looked in the firelight. His jeweled collar twinkled and reminded her of the diamond-like stars in the sky. As she looked at his face, she smiled, for he bore a strong resemblence to the Egyptian god, Anubis. "That," she whispered, "shall be your name, Anubis." He turned his head toward her and gave what looked to her to be a smile. But it faded quickly and was replaced by a deep-throated growl. He jumped to his feet and tore off into the night. Seconds later a scream filled the air and was joined by snarls and barks. Mara quickly grabbed a torch and ran towards the screams. It seemed like forever until she reached the source of the sounds. A woman lay bloodied and unconscious on the sand while a group of jackals fought with one another not far from where she lay. The largest jackal seemed to be in the middle of the fierce fight. He was huge and fought savagely with the other jackals. Mara held her torch high to see what was going on, when the light reflected off that jackal in a dazzling way. It took a moment for her to realize that it was Anubis!

Mara turned her attention to the woman lying in front of her and was horrified to discover it was Alex. She tried to awaken Alex, when a great cry went up from behind her followed by the sound of yelps fading away. She saw the jackals retreating into the darkness and the form of Anubis coming her way. He bent his head low over Alex the licked her face. Mara through her arms around the silky, black neck and whispered, "Thank you" over and over into his fur.

Mara and Anubis were able to help Alex back to the camp. Mara helped clean her wounds that turned out to be less serious then she had feared. They collapsed into their cots for much-needed sleep, while Anubis took up sentry duty by the door flaps of the tent.

Alex's wounds healed quickly. She was fortunate to be alive and she knew it. However as she continued to heal, she became concerned that she would be scarred from all the scratches and bites. It was quite a relief when the wounds healed entirely and she was left with only one small oval-shaped scar on her left wrist. It was probably left by one of the jackal's teeth. A small reminder of how fortunate she had been that night.

As the weeks went by, Alex and Mara's time in Egypt were drawing to a close and they were faced with a huge problem. What would they do about Anubis? Ever since the accident with the wild jackals, he had remained close to Mara's side. Even though he had saved Alex's life and had remained attentive to her; Alex was not convinced that he should leave Egypt with them. However, Mara's constant begging and pleading and occasional bouts of tears had finally worn down Alex's resolve and she agreed to take him back with them.

Before then set sail for Ibiza, Mara took Anubis back to the site of the dig for one last look. As Mara stared at the ancient carvings, she wondered what it would have been like to be there. If she had been back in ancient Egypt when Cleopatra was queen, perhaps she could have prevented her senseless death. Mara placed her hand upon the cool rock and rested her forehead against the etchings. The queen remained frozen in time, but as Mara drew back she had an odd feeling. A feeling that she would be seeing Cleopatra again

Mara sighed and put the large book back on the shelf. It was one of many books about Ancient Egypt that she poured over regularly. It had been four years since she had visited her beloved Egypt and during that time she had become a student of all things Egyptian. She was 17 years old now and yearning for adventure. She and Anubis had grown to be close friends over the years. He had traded his sandy deserts and cool oasises for the Mediterranian Sea, but he didn't seem to miss it. Of course if helped that Alex had created a special thing just for him that allowed him to feel as if he was in Egypt. Although Mara didn't really understand how it worked, Alex had told her Anubis's "Time Clip" would help him from getting homesick for Egypt. It looked like a giant soda can laid tipped over onto it's side. Anubis loved to crawl inside it and curl up. Mara figured it was a pretty cool doghouse, but something told her there was a lot more to it than that. Alex was quite inventive and had all kinds of professor-type friends from the world's top universities. When they had come back from Egypt, Anubis had seemed terribly homesick. Alex met with several of her inventive friends and this had been the result of their meetings. Well, whatever it was, the Time Clip made Anubis forget all about Egypt and settle into life on Normandigal. Mara got the impression that something mysterious, something almost magical happened when Anubis crawled into the Time Clip and she intended to one day find out what that something was.

Mara had always had a dream of going back in time. A dream of visiting places that you read about in history books. She loved Ancient Egypt most of all and so dreamed of what it would have been like to be alive when the Pharohs ruled. She was also fascinated with Cleopatra. Who couldn't be intriqued by that powerful woman caught in between the end of one empire and the beginning of another?

One evening she decided to throw caution to the wind and find out if her suspicions were correct. But if she was going to set off on an adventure, she was going to do it with all the enthusiasm she could muster. She began with her eyes. She painted her eyelids a light sea-blue and then added a black line over the lid and extending from the corner of each eye. She then braided her hair into thin, tight braids that looked as if she were wearing a wig. Mara then turned her attention to what she would be wearing. She put on a pale green dress with a dark blue chitian or cape-like piece that fastened with a silver buckle at her shoulder. She added a silver bracelet on her arm and few others on her ankle. After looking over herself with a critical eye, Mara decided she looked as if she could have indeed walked off of the page of one of her many books on Ancient Egypt.

As the clock drew near to midnight, she slipped on a pair of gold-colored sandals and sheepishly walked towards the sleeping form of Anubis on her bed. He had curled up on her red bedspread and was deeply sleeping. Mara spun one of the dials on the Time Clip to the year 29 B.C. and took a deep breath. If her suspicions were correct, she and Anubis would soon traveling back through the centuries. She was nervous as she shook Anubis awake and directed the groggy jackal into the Time Clip, all the time wondering if she was doing the right thing. What if she hadn't chosen her disquise properly and she stuck out to those around her? Would she be accepted or rejected by those around her? Would she be safe or in great danger in a time so far and different from her own? But then Mara looked down to see the sleeping form on Anubis and realized that she had a great alie on this adventure. She took one last deep breath and tried to exhale all her fears. She pushed a button in the Time Clip and waited for what was to come next.

What came next was a swirling blue mist where the opening of the Time Clip once stood. As Mara waited and wonder what to do next, she noticed her trusted friend had awakened and was already one step though the misted opening. Anubis glanced back toward her with his dark, wise eyes and seemed to tell her that everything was going to be allright. As the rest of his body passed though the swirling mist and out of her sight, Mara bit her bottom lip and took one tentative step forward. She glanced back over her shoulder and could see her room and all things familiar behind her. She turned her head back to the mysterious place beyond the mist and bravely took a step into the unknown.

As the blue mist engulfed her, Mara felt lazy and exhilarated at the same time. Her heart beat faster with excitement. It seemed as if she was in the blue mist for several minutes, but it's so hard to be sure of time in a situation such as this. She sensed as if things were changing, becoming clearer. Although her sight seemed less dreamy and misty, it was both solid and dark. She realized with a start that she was walking down a darkened alley. The grimy street was dimly lit by several lamps hung along the way gave clear indication that it was indeed night. She wondered uneasily where her friend Anubis was at that moment. As she made her way along the street, she could smell the salt air and the disgusting smell of rotting fish. "I must be near the docks of Alexandria," thought Mara. She continued along for quite some time, hoping to catch up to Anubis, but having no luck. Her legs began to grow weary and she was growing concerned that she'd never find Anubis. She knew she could not keep walking all night and eventually found a protected area behind some crates and off the alleyway. She curled up on some scratch burlap sacks and tried to rest.

She must have fallen asleep, because she awoke to the low growl of a dog. She blinked her sleepy eyes and tried to focus on the threatening sound in front of her. "Anubis?" She questioned hesitantly. She was relieved to find her old friend walking out of the darkness and licking her face. Yes, it was Anubis after all. After the relief of being joined by Aunbis, Mara looked around at her surroundings. She could see the tall masts of merchant ships and the nets of fishermen. All around she could see and smell and stalls where the fish were sold. Beyond the stalls she could see the docks where ships were tied and the inviting sight of the ocean. Mara stretched her tired back and walked eagerly to the docks. She knelt down and scooped the salty water into her hand and threw it into the air. It was this same sea in which she had walked back home in Ibiza. She couldn't have felt happier. She was in Egypt and to make it even better, she was standing in the same city as the woman she idolized - Cleopatra! It was hard to believe this had all happened in one short day!

She hurried back to the alley where Anubis was still dozing. She joined her sleepy friend and determined they would set off to do some more exploring of Alexandria. Although dawn was just breaking, already the bustle of morning had begun. A group of fishermen were bringing out nets to be mended, while others prepared their ships to set out upon the turquoise sea. Anubis finally had shaken the sleep from body and was on his feet. They set off down a larger street and watched the people grow into larger crowds. The sun had come out in its full glory and shed its warmth on the many people. There were people from all over the world milling around the port city. Mara recognized Romans, Greeks, Turks and local Egyptians by the wonderful clothing and variety of languages she heard spoken. There were merchants selling their wares of food, spices, and jewels. Mara would have loved to stay and peruse the merchant's stalls, but alas, she did not have the time to waste. Instead, she gazed about her searching for any sign of royalty.

Although there were several rich ladies who were carried past on golden litters looking smug as they showed off their beautiful jewels and rich clothing, they were certainly not the royalty Mara was looking for. She might not have seen Cleopatra, but Mara did hear a lot of gossip about the queen. "The Queen must be half mad to think she can defeat Rome in a sea battle," snipped one woman.

"Well, if we become a Roman province," replied another, "It's because of Antony's bad leadership."

"Have you heard about the tomb that Cleopatra is working on?" mentioned another. The mere mention of Cleopatra's tomb made Mara's heart skip a beat. She began to feel light-headed and wanted to burst into tears all at the same time. It was a terribly awful feeling and Mara was unsure what to do. She found her eyes drop to meet the steady gaze of Anubis. He had been watching her and his deep eyes seemed to echo the question she had in her own mind. She let out a sigh, rubbed the top of his soft head and hurried off to find the women she had overhead only moments before.

"Excuse me," said Mara, after she found the women, who had stopped at the stall of merchant selling beautiful fabric. As the women looked to see who was speaking, Mara continued, "Did I hear you mention Cleopatra's tomb?" The women looked at Mara with questioning faces. "The tomb," Mara continued, "do you know where it is?"

"Well," sniffed the woman, "If you must know, it's being built right next to Alexander the Great's Tomb over by the palace. I hear she's putting all her treasures in it and that's all I know. Now if you'll excuse us." The women turned their backs to Mara and resumed their examination of the fabric.

Mara and Anubis wandered down the aisle between the merchant's booths thinking upon the information she had received. Mara now knew some of what she had always wondered, but that left more questions to be answered. Where exactly was the tomb? How could they get into it? When would Cleopatra be coming back to Alexandra and how could they meet up with her. There were more questions then there were answers.

Mara knew from listening to those around her that the palace was located at the north end of the city. She and Anubis had headed in that direction and planned to spend the night sleeping at the gate of the palace. Mara hoped to have a plan of how to gain access to the palace by the time night arrived, however her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of a procession. At first, Mara thought it was probably just another rich woman wanting to gain attention for herself, but the sounds she heard gave her reason to think this was someone much more important. She pushed her way through the crowd to see who was causing the excitement, however Anubis was not so sure he wanted to be in such a large crowd. As Mara pushed forward, Anubis hung back.

Realizing she was alone, Mara sighed in exasperation and turned back to find him. She was trying to locate him when she heard the terrified screams of warning and turned to see what was causing the commotion. A cart careened this way and that and was headed straight for her. With no choice, Mara jumped to the side and out of the way of the cart that soon crashed into a stall selling baskets. Although she was out of the path of the cart, she had jumped right into the path of the procession. A gorgeous black horse led the procession and was startled by the quick appearance of Mara. He reared high into the air. Poor Mara screamed and fell to the ground in a heap with her arms over her head in the hope she wouldn't be crushed. When she realized she hadn't been crushed, she peeked out from under her arms and saw the handsome face leaning down to her. For a moment she was sure he must be an angel, but she quickly came to her senses when she heard a familiar growl. Mara suddenly realized that Anubis was standing over top of her and growling menacingly at the handsome stranger. The young man didn't seem to be scared by Anubis because he spoke to Mara as if the jackal was not even there. "Are you alright? He questioned her, "You could've been killed."

Mara turned her face back towards the voice and answered, "No, I'm fine," she managed to get out, "Thank you for asking." Mara rubbed her head without thinking about it. She had bumped it pretty hard when she fell.

It took a moment for Mara to process this information, but a huge smile crept across her face. What a huge stroke of luck! This man who had almost run over her was Cleopatra's own son! Caesarion continued speaking, "Please come with me and I'll get you something to help your head."

Mara nodded her head slowly and let this information sink in as she was helped slowly to her feet. She was headed to the palace. This was all working out even better than she could have planned. "Thank you," she finally responded, "I would appreciate that very much." A wide smile covered her dust-covered face. Caesarion clapped his hands together briskly and a servant brought a gentle horse around from the rear of the procession. She was to carry Mara back to the palace. Anubis, however, wanted no part of a horseback ride and instead trotted along side the cream-colored horse.

Mara gazed around her as the monuments and temples of Alexandria passed by them. She then turned her eyes to the young man in front of her. He was a handsome youth with a muscular body, light green eyes and dark wavy hair that came down to his jawbone. He wore a light brown tunic that looked Greek in style and matched the dark tan of his skin. He certainly looked like a prince upon the Arabian horse he was riding. Although any girl would naturally feel her heart flutter, Mara's heart instead felt heavy and sorrowful as she looked upon the prince. For she already knew what his future held. This royal family would suffer great tragedy and death. Cleopatra would soon die from a poisonous snakebite and handsome Caesarion would die when he fled to the safely of India. This knowledge weighed heavy on her heart, but she had already decided that she would tell no one what she knew and she would make no attempt to change history.

Mara was deep in her sad thoughts when she realized how tired she had become. She guessed that they had been riding for about 30 minutes, but she had not had much experience in horseback riding and found it tiring. Caesarion glanced back at her and spoke. "Pardon me," he began. "I do not even know your name yet."

The two continued in conversation as they drew closer to the palace. Of course, Mara had to make-up great quantities of her story. She learned about his life as a prince and the many duties and honors it involved. He told her about the last few years and the many struggles with Rome and now the impending sea battle. His mother, the queen was away at the present time, which meant he was ruling in her place. Mara in turn told him about her "life" as the only daughter of a now dead priest of the Temple of Artemis. She made up a story about traveling to Alexandria to find her fortune. Mara felt like a storyteller.

Their conversation was interrupted by one of the guards who announced that the palace was now only 2 miles ahead. This meant that the prince needed to break from the procession and enter the palace by another way as to not cause a scene. He was closely escorted by a number of Roman soldiers. Mara continued with the rest of the procession and wished they would hurry it along. The gorgeous marble palace walls rose above her and overlooked the pounding sea. She glanced down at Anubis, who seemed as bedazzled as she felt herself. Mara couldn't believe that she was actually about to enter Cleopatra's palace. This was something she had pretended and dreamed about as child and now it was happening. The guards rode along side her as the golden gates swung wide open. In front of her, Mara saw rows of marble pillars and a courtyard filled with lotus ponds and exotic fruit trees. There were statues of the queen though out the courtyard.

They turned a side pathway that apparently led to the stables. Mara allowed herself to be helped down from the horse and gingerly stretched her tired and sore body. She then was led into another smaller courtyard and then climbed several sets of steps. Anubis followed close by Mara's side, but he also seemed engrossed by the surrounding. The steps led to a large tower through which they passed. Two great passageways opened in front of Mara stretching to the left and to the right. The walls were adorned with hieroglyphics and pictures as far as she could see. A servant led her down the left passageway until they came to two silver colored doors. The doors were opened and the servant finally spoke. "The prince said you may rest comfortably here, my lady" he said as he bowed low and left the room.

Mara gasped as she looked around her. She found some energy deep inside her as she ran across the room and leaped upon one of the reclining lounges that were set around the room. She squeezed the soft pink pillow to her chest and tried to get her thoughts straight in her mind. Here she was, a guest of the prince to the palace of Cleopatra. Who knows, perhaps she might even meet the great queen herself! Mara glanced to the other side of the room and saw a door that she had failed to notice until now. She wondered if it led to another room. Anubis saw where she was headed and trotted in front of her through the darkened doorway. His growls soon filled the room and caused Mara to run much faster then she had intended.

Mara did indeed enter another room to find Anubis had his teeth bared and a frightened girl cowering in front of him. She looked to be about the same age as Mara, but the poor girl was scared to death. Mara quickly called Anubis off and spoke gently to the frightened girl. "Don't be afraid," Mara said in a soothing voice, "He's really quite harmless."

The girls appeared to relax a bit, but still spoke with a slight tremble in her voice. "I really should be the one apologizing," she said. "You see, my own brother had a jackal of his own, but for some reason they always scare me." "Oh, there I go rambling on again," the girl chided herself. She introduced herself as Ashtra and said she was Mara's serving maid. Ashtra made a low bow and smiled at Mara.

Mara nodded her head in agreement, but added that he was only named after the jackal god and was certainly not the real thing. Ashtra laughed and reached out a brave hand to scratch Anubis's head. Anubis, however, disliked being touched by strangers and quickly pulled away. In time he would come to trust this new friend, but that was not the case yet.

Mara sighed in exhaustion as she slowly turned to look at her new surroundings. The room was gorgeous, but as the last glow of the sun sunk below the horizon, she knew that any exploring would simply have to wait until tomorrow. She was just too tired. The most she could manage to do was wash off her dirty face in the basin provided for her and collapse on the bed in front of her. She fell asleep immediately, but Anubis curled up on the matting next to the bed and listened intently to the sounds of the palace before eventually drifting off himself.

The next day dawned in full spectacular sunshine. Mara took time exploring the room in which she had spent the night. Ashtra came and brought a simple, yet filling breakfast. Mara was anxious to see what the palace looked like outside her room, but waited for an invitation from Ashtra. It did not come.

Growing a bit impatient, Mara raised the question to Ashtra. "I was really hoping you could take me on a tour of the palace today," spoke Mara hopefully.

Ashtra, who had become quite comfortable with Mara, chewed on her bottom lip and glanced at the floor before speaking. "With add due respect, my lady," murmured Ashtra, "I really wouldn't want to go into any royal court with the outfit you're wearing."

Mara glanced down at her dress and realized for the first time what sight she must be! She didn't look at all like she had when she left Normandigal two days before. The hem of her dress was splattered with mud, as were her sandals, and her chitin was torn in a few spots. Instead of looking like royalty, Mara realized she looked very much like a slave who had been working all day.

Mara sighed in exasperation. She hadn't thought to bring along anything additional. "Great, just great," Mara muttered to herself, "Now what am I going to wear?

"Why, just change into your other clothes," answered Ashtra with a puzzled look on her face.

"You have closets full of other clothes," laughed Ashtra as she pulled aside a curtain to reveal a huge selection of beautiful Egyptian clothes. She explained that the prince had the clothing, jewelry and sandals sent over the night before.

"All you need to do is choose what you'd like to wear," explained Ashtra, "and I'll help you to dress."

Mara rolled her eyes and thought to herself that she must look like an idiot. She looked at the rows of outfits hanging in the closet and catching the morning sunlight as it entered her room. There were cool and breezy whites that reflected the sun and then bold and beautiful silks that felt like water as the fabric passed through her hands. There were sandals in a variety of colors and materials and then there were the beautiful jewels!

The job of selecting the day's attire would have taken hours if Ashtra had not made a few suggestions to Mara. After much consultation and many wardrobe changes of silks, linens and countless jewels, Mara finally decided to dress like a Greek. For that was how much of the Egyptian royalty was dressing. She also chose to style her hair in the fashion of the Greeks and was pleased with the refection she saw in the mirror. She was ready to begin the tour of the palace!

Ashtra showed Mara everything! They walked through the hushed palace library that was filled with scrolls and maps and beautiful art. Mara would have loved to spend days within the walls of that room, but she knew that there was much more to been seen. They then entered the enormous palace kitchens that were buzzing with activity. Fresh produce and tropical fruits were everywhere and kitchen help worked quickly to transform it into delicious meals. The girls strolled through magnificent gardens and courtyards that splashed with the sounds of water in the fountains and the call of birds that flitted about them. Mara saw the splendor of the grand dining hall and the hushed reverence of the temple areas, but nothing she saw compared to the regal throne room. The huge wood doors were covered in gold and swung heavily into the marbled room. There were rows of thick marble pillars stretching high to the cathedral ceiling above. Statues of gods stared at them from everywhere.

Mara slowly walked around the room, looking about her at the decorated pillars and then closely examining the detailed drawings on them. They seemed almost familiar to her. Suddenly she recalled where she had seen pictures like these before, on the ruins she had examined in Karnak. She furrowed her brow as she walked around the circumfrance of one pillar before seeing something that almost caused her to faint. Etched into the stone pillar was the figure of a queen standing high above her subjects with her arms outstretched. Mara felt her breath come harder as she searched the pillar for more details. Yes, this was the same carving she had seen in Karnak. But wasn't that impossible, one carving in two different places?

She brought her attention back to the carvings in front of her. To her amazement, Mara watched as the carved figures began to move! The queen was no longer standing proudly above her subjects, but was now holding a spear and trying to defend herself from several soldiers that seemed to be charging toward her. Mara watched as the soldiers marched forward upon the queen. Although she fought ferociously, the stronger soldiers overtook her. They forcefully took the queen to another place. The room looked regal and contained a couch on which the queen reclined. To Mara, it seemed as if she were watching a strange movie play out on the stone pillar in front of her, and yet it seemed much more ominous then just a movie. Mara scarcely breathed as she watched the figure of the queen pull out a knife and was about to stab herself. However, before she could harm herself, two new figures appeared on the pillar. A girl and a dog rushed to the side of the queen and appeared to plead with her. The queen dropped the knife by the side of the couch and wept as she covered her face with her hands.

It was at this time that Mara heard the voice. It was soft, yet strong in tone. "Choose Mara," it said. As the voice faded, so did the movement of the figures on the pillar and then all was dark.

Mara heard a voice again calling her name. "Mara, Mara," it called to her gently. Mara blinked her eyes and looked about her. For some reason her head hurt terribly and now there was the sound of growling which seemed to buzz in her ears. Her head throbbed with the new sound, which she now knew to be Anubis. She recognized the figure of Ashtra and her gentle voice, but there were others gathered around her whom she could not identify. All of them seemed to be individuals of importance. Mara could tell that by the clothing that they wore. There were several young women who were standing around her and kneeling by her side was the familiar face of Caesarion.

Mara smiled warmly at her friend. Seeing that she was now awake, Caesarion smiled back. "Must we always meet when you are lying on the ground," teased Caesarion.

"I'm afraid it doesn't," answered the prince. He dismissed the young women from the room before continuing in a hushed voice, "But if you would like to please me, then dine with my mother and I this evening."

Caesarion laughed and helped her to her feet. "Yes, my mother wants to meet the girl that I almost ran over. But you must tell no one, for she wants your meeting to be a secret."

Mara nodded her head because she was too excited to respond in words. As the sounds of the group became fainter as they left, Mara sat down on the edge of a couch to collect her thoughts. "Finally," she let the word escape as an exhale. She glanced up to see the curious eyes of Ashtra peering at her questioningly. But Mara knew that she could not even reveal her secret plans to even this dear friend.

Later, as Mara prepared for dinner, Ashtra told her what had happened when she had fainted that afternoon. "You were walking around the room until you saw one pillar and it seemed to interest you," explained Ashtra. "You had been reading it for a brief time when suddenly you froze and then fell to the ground in a faint," she continued. Ashtra told Mara how both she and Anubis had run to be at her side, but they were unsuccessful in their attempts to awaken her. They were still trying to awaken her when the prince entered the room.

Caesarion seemed to recognize you at once, said Ashtra, because he came right over. He must have been key factor, because you awoke a few seconds after he spoke your name. Mara smiled and slowly shook her head. It seemed strange, because everything had seemed so real to her. It had not seemed like a dream at all. But what did it mean? Obviously, the queen had to be Cleaopatra, but what did the scene she witnessed mean? Was it the things that were to happen right before her death? If that was the case, then the two figures that appeared in the end of her dream confused her. They looked so much like Aunubis and herself. Was she supposed to stop Cleopatra's death and in effect change history?

But before she could contemplate her situation any further, Caesarion's servant arrived and informed them that he was to escort them to the dining area. Although invited, Ashtra refused to come. So, Mara and Anubis followed the attendant. However, instead of taking them to the usual dining hall, they were led into a smaller, yet still elaborate room. A large marble table stood upon silver legs and was covered with a crisp white linen cloth. The attendant continued past the ornate table and led her through a door into a yet smaller room with a low table set out with food. The young man who had led her here bowed low and told her to make herself comfortable. He exited the room using another doorway, leaving both she and Anubis in silence.

Mara walked over to one of the reclining couches and sat upon it. Servant girls came into the room bearing wine and fresh figs and offered them to her while she waited. Mara took a few sips of the dark wine and nibbled at the lovely figs as she took in her surroundings. The walls were marble inlaid with designs and patterns. There were two gigantic windows on either side of the room that were draped with purple curtains lined with gold fabric. Mara found this room, although just a small sitting room, to be much more ornate than her own room. Growing a bit bored, Mara got up and walked to one of the huge windows on the other side of the room. She leaned upon the sill and breathed in the salty sea air as she scanned the horizon. She began to think about what she had come to Egypt to accomplish. When would the Cleopatra die and how was she going to find her tomb?

At this point, Mara wasn't even sure if she would even meet Cleopatra. She had been in this room for over an hour and neither the queen nor the prince had arrived. The servants probably the same concerns, for a few minutes later, they entered the room with more platters of food. There was a platter with freshly cooked fish surrounded by cucumbers and olives. She was also offered some honey cake with fresh grapes inside. But after sampling the tasty food, there was nothing to do but sit and wait.

Mara had almost fallen asleep on the couch when a young messenger entered the room. In his hand her carried a small scroll tied with purple ribbon. He handed it to her, bowed deeply and took a step back. He waited while she untied the ribbon and unrolled the scroll. It read,

Mara, I am terrible sorry for making you wait in vain. However, my mother and I will be unable to join you this evening. Please accept my deepest apologies. Prince Caesarion.

Mara sighed with obvious disappointment and returned the scroll to the waiting messenger boy. She dismissed him with a wave of her hand and summoned a servant girl to guide her back to her room. The hour was now very late, so Mara quickly undressed and readied herself for bed. As she patted Anubis's head from her bed, she was nagged by the thoughts of her dream. Lying in the midst of darkness, the questions would not leave Mara's mind, but tormented her. She was frustrated that she did not know how her dream ended and therefore could not answer her own questions.

The restlessness of her mind became too much, so Mara got out of bed, slipped on a chiton and hurried into the hallway. She moved quickly and quietly down the passageway until she found a lit torch. She removed it from its holder in the wall and continued on. She wandered around a bit disoriented until she recognized the entryway into the throne room. Once she crossed through the doorway, she what she was looking for and headed for the now familiar pillars. She scanned the length of what she thought was the right pillar, but was unable to find the picture for which she searched. She squinted her eyes in the flickering torchlight and stretched to see a bit higher. Sliding her feet, Mara moved slowly around the pillar. When her heels came down upon the smooth floor, she immediately noticed that she had stepped on something. She momentarily forgot about the pillar and felt under her sandal for the small, round object. As her fingers closed around it, she recognized the familiar feel of a coin. Looking upon it in the light of the flame, Mara saw the silver coin edged in gold upon which the face of Cleopatra gazed back at her. Mara sighed and realized that she was quite tired. She held the coin tightly in her hand and headed back towards her room. As she walked down the silent stone halls, her tired mind tried to sort out the questions and mysteries of the day. After arriving back in her room, Mara slipped quietly under her coverlet and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning she was awakened by the sounds of busy servants. Mara could hear their voices raised in hurried and panicked tones as they scurried about in the passageways. Mara sat up in bed and listened as she tried to figure out what was going on. She could make out the sound of rattling armor and the deep gruff voices of soldiers moving about as well. Mara quickly jumped out of bed and threw on some clothing. She was splashing water on her face and trying to straighten her hair when Ashtra entered the room. Her face indicated that something terrible was happening.

"Mara, I bring dreadful news," whispered the scared girl. "You see, Mara, Marc Antony has lost the sea battle with Rome," continued Ashtra. "He has returned to Egypt to sulk and pout like a child." "But now the whole Roman Fleet is headed for Alexandria!" she explained with frightened eyes. Ashtra explained that everyone was preparing for the worst. Cleopatra was herself presently preparing to move to safety.

Mara sat down on the edge of her bed at the sound of this alarming news. The time would come soon, thought Mara. Of course she was quite familiar with the historical events that were to take place. She knew that Cleopatra would barricade herself within her already prepared tomb, would be captured and then commit suicide. Mara knew the sequence of events. But if her dream indicated that she was supposed to prevent the queen's death, then how was she going to accomplish it?

Mara's thoughts were interrupted by a hard knock on the door. Ashtra went to the door and opened it slowly. Her pale face and shaking voice alerted Mara as to just how frightened her friend was. "Mara, our great lord and prince Caesarion has come," said Ashtra shakily. Feeling relieved, Mara quickly got up, hurried to the doorway and tried to smile in a reassuring manner. However, she could see immediately that Caesarion was also uneasy. He was also dressed in a much more formal and elaborate attire then she had seen before.

He finally spoke. "I have come to say goodbye," he sadly said. Because of her love of history, Mara already knew where he was going and what was to happen to her dear Caesarion. However she was unable to stop herself from asking him the question.

Caesarion explained that his mother had wanted him to sail to India immediately. She felt that danger was upon them and it was vital that the Ptolemaic linage must continue. "I will never forget you, Mara," said Caesarion, "and I hope you will never forget me." He kissed her hand, bowed low and was gone.

Mara fought hard to hold back her tears. It was almost unbearable to know the fate of a friend and yet be unable to tell or stop them. A single tear rolled down her cheek and fell to the cold marble floor. Mara walked to the window of her room and contemplated what to do next. She decided that she had been in Egypt too long with no real success. Although she had made friends with Caesarion and walked within the palace walls, she was still no closer to finding out where Cleopatra was buried. Therefore, she and Anubis had to act quickly.

Mara stepped out into the courtyard area with Anubis by her side. She was shocked to see how panicked everyone had become. Everywhere there were servants putting valuable items into crates and carrying beautiful objects away. Ladies were walking about and speaking in whispers about the rumors flying about. Mara and Anubis avoided the activity and instead went to large windows overlooking another side of the palace. Mara scanned the area to look for a monument or new building, but she saw nothing. Throughout the day, Mara continued to look about and listen to the conversations to see if she could find the whereabouts of Cleopatra, but to no avail. As dusk fell that evening, Mara was discouraged that she had found no new clues to where the tomb might be.

The exhaustion of the day began to show on Mara. Anubis was also tired, but his pride refused to show it. Mara decided to look out one last window to see if anything caught her eye. As she surveyed the Mediterranean Sea, she could make out the outline of several boats floating upon the dark water. Above the water, she could see the Pharos Lighthouse and its beam of light stretching several miles out to sea. It was a beautiful sight, but not the sight Mara had hoped to see. She still had no idea where the tomb was located and no more strength to search for it tonight.

Mara turned and walked back towards her room. She had her eyes to the floor, so it was not surprising when she ran into someone in the hallway. There was actually a group of ladies walking in the dim corridor, but Mara had ran right into the most elegant of the group, knocking them both to the ground. There was a buzz of activity as the ladies made sure that everyone was all right. After it was determined that no one was injured, there was a few comments about Mara's foolishness and carelessness. Mara was a bit irritated and although she was sorry for bumping into the rich lady, didn't feel she should be called names because of it. Mara had begun to walk away, when one of the women's comments stopped her in her tracks. "Clumsy fool," snapped one woman, "walked right into her own queen!"

Mara's heart skipped a beat at the sound of those words. She whirled around and began to push and pull into the crowd of ladies. "Please, please," begged Mara, "You must let me through to see the Queen!" Most of the women looked at her in shock, as no one had ever spoke to them in such a manner, but said nothing.

"Let the girl pass," said a voice of authority. Cleopatra herself instructed her ladies of the court to let Mara approach her. Mara bowed low before Cleopatra and then spoke in a nervous, yet strong voice.

"Your Majesty," began Mara, "I am Mara, the one your son almost ran over." It was not what Mara had intended to say, but it was the truth. Several of the ladies covered their mouths to hide the giggles that erupted. However, the Queen did not laugh.

"Then you must come with me, Mara," said Cleopatra, "Caesarion spoke fine words about you. We must talk."

The next few hours were filled with conversation. Mara was refreshed by the time spent with Cleopatra and forgot her exhaustion. However, Mara eventually realized how late the hour had become and asked permission to return to her own quarters. Cleopatra excused her and promised they would speak again. Mara nodded her head in agreement, but added that he was only named after the jackal god and was certainly not the real thing. Ashtra laughed and reached out a brave hand to scratch Anubis's head. Anubis, however, disliked being touched by strangers and quickly pulled away. In time he would come to trust this new friend, but that was not the case yet.

Growing a bit impatient, Mara raised the question to Ashtra. "I was really hoping you could take me on a tour of the palace today,spoke Mara hopefully.

Ashtra, who had become quite comfortable with Mara, chewed on her bottom lip and glanced at the floor before speaking. "With add due respect, my lady,murmured Ashtra, "I really wouldn't want to go into any royal court with the outfit you're wearing.

Mara sighed in exasperation... she hadn't thought to bring along anything additional. "Great, just great," Mara muttered to herself, "Now what am I going to wear?

"Why, just change into your other clothes," answered Ashtra with a puzzled look on her face.

"All you need to do is choose what you'd like to wear," explained Ashtra, "and I'll help you to dress."

Mara slowly walked around the room, looking about her at the decorated pillars and then closely examining the detailed drawings on them. They seemed almost familiar to her. Suddenly she recalled where she had seen pictures like these before... on the ruins she had examined in Karnak. She furrowed her brow as she walked around the circumference of one pillar before seeing something that almost caused her to faint. Etched into the stone pillar was the figure of a queen standing high above her subjects with her arms outstretched. Mara felt her breath come harder as she searched the pillar for more details. Yes, this was the same carving she had seen in Karnak. But wasn't that impossible, one carving in two different places?

It was at this time that Mara heard the voice. It was soft, yet strong in tone. "Choose, Mara," it said. As the voice faded, so did the movement of the figures on the pillar and then all was dark.

Mara smiled warmly at her friend. Seeing that she was now awake, Caesarian smiled back. "Must we always meet when you are lying on the ground," teased Caesarian.

Caesarian laughed and helped her to her feet. "Yes, my mother wants to meet the girl that I almost ran over. But you must tell no one, for she wants your meeting to be a secret."

Caesarion seemed to recognize you at once, said Ashtra, because he came right over. He must have been key factor, because you awoke a few seconds after he spoke your name. Mara smiled and slowly shook her head. It seemed strange, because everything had seemed so real to her. It had not seemed like a dream at all. But what did it mean? Obviously, the queen had to be Cleopatra, but what did the scene she witnessed mean? Was it the things that were to happen right before her death? If that was the case, then the two figures that appeared in the end of her dream confused her. They looked so much like Anubis and her. Was she supposed to stop Cleopatra's death and in effect change history?

Mara, I am terrible sorry for making you wait in vain. However, my mother and I will be unable to join you this evening. Please accept my deepest apologies. Prince Caesarion.

Mara's thoughts were interrupted by a hard knock on the door. Ashtra went to the door and opened it slowly. Her pale face and shaking voice alerted Mara as to just how frightened her friend was. "Mara, our great lord and prince Caesarian has come," said Ashtra shakily. Feeling relieved, Mara quickly got up, hurried to the doorway and tried to smile in a reassuring manner. However, she could see immediately that Caesarion was also uneasy. He was also dressed in a much more formal and elaborate attire then she had seen before.

"Then you must come with me, Mara," said Cleopatra, "Caesarion spoke fine words about you. We must talk."

Over the next few nights, Mara was often called to Cleopatra's chambers where they would talk. Sometimes the conversations were funny, but other times the discussions would be dead serious. But whatever they were discussing or doing, Mara enjoyed every minute of it. After all, how many girls got a chance to visit with a historical icon?

One evening as Mara sat in her room, expecting to be called to the queen's chambers, she was instead startled by a sudden loud pounding on outer chamber door of her room. Although the time coincided with the regular time she was called to visit Cleopatra, the method was very different this time. Mara quickly rose from her bed and reached for her chiton. As she slipped on the covering, her bedroom door opened to reveal the face if a trembling and pale Ashtra. Her face seemed to have lost much of its color and her voice was shaking just as much as her body.

"There is a strange man here who has given orders that you are to come at once and bring all of your belongings," whispered Ashtra.

Mara was now confused as well and repeated what Ashtra had just said. "Bring my things? But to where and why?" questioned Mara as she walked through the door into the outer chamber. She came face to face with a tall man who was clearly not a messenger of the queen, but instead a Roman soldier.

Mara quietly and calmly told Ashtra to begin packing up their things and turned back to the imposing man in front of her. He unrolled a scroll he held in his hands and began reading its words in a deep voice. "Her Royal Majesty Cleopatra VII has requested that you join her as a member of her court and serve under her at her command," he finished and looked up at the still startled Mara. "Do you accept?" he questioned her.

Mara let the words sink into mind before she answered. This was incredible! Here she was being invited to become a trusted member of Cleopatra's circle of friends and advisors. She would be living with the Queen herself! "I accept," said Mara in a voice that had more confidence than she felt at that moment. Little did she know that there would be much to see and much expected of her in the coming days.

The soldier stood tall and straight. He let the scroll roll closed and instructed Mara to be ready to leave at midnight. As he turned to leave, he added one final instruction that took away much of the joy she felt. She was to come alone; Ashtra could not accompany her.

Through the next few hours, many tears were packed up with the clothes, sandals and jewelry. Mara could not bear to think of going on into this adventure with out her trusted friend. Altogether too soon, the hour of midnight arrived and with it so did the soldier. Mara and Ashtra hugged each other fiercely and cried as they bid one another goodbye. As they pulled away from each other's embrace, Ashtra bent low to stroke the head of Anubis. Then she watched them disappear into the darkness.

Mara followed along behind the soldier and carried some of her belongings. She looked around her and realized that they were no longer in a part of the palace that she was familiar. She could feel the cool night breeze on her face and see the bright moon as she walked over the bumpy cobblestone path. As she followed silently behind the soldier, she could hear the gentle lapping of the waves. They were clearly very close to the sea. As they reached the top of a set of steps, Mara could look out and plainly see the dark ocean spread out before her.

The soldier moved on ahead of her, so Mara had to hurry to catch up. He crossed the street and stopped near a small dock that led to a small, yet ornately decorated boat. Several other men came out of the boat and helped load Mara's things before helping her onto the boat. Moments later, the oars of the boat began to move in rhythm and the little boat gently glided across the waves. The feeling inside of Mara was anything but gentle or peaceful. She felt a growing uneasiness in her soul, as it seemed clear that they were approaching "the time".

The time when she would have "to choose" as her dream had commanded her. But as she tried to shake the thoughts from her mind, she noticed something from the corner of her eye. She had been so preoccupied with her thoughts; she had not noticed that they were nearing a lighthouse. It was the same one Mara had viewed so many times from her balcony. Mara never would have guessed that Cleopatra was hiding there. The boat continued on past the lighthouse's peninsula but stayed close to the shoreline.

It was nearly dawn when the boat bumped against the dock. Mara had been dozing, but was awakened by the sudden bump and was startled by what lay before her. Even though the morning light was dim, Mara could see a large round building. The weak sunlight seemed to warm the marble walls. Above her, Mara viewed several large windows located near the roof that were outlined in silver and ebony. The two imposing doors were also of darkest ebony wood. Mara's breath seemed to catch in her throat. She was looking at Cleopatra's tomb!

Mara slowly rose to her feet and steadied herself against Anubis's back. He too was taking in the impressive sight before him. After the men tied off the boat, Mara and Anubis were helped to the dock. It took a few minutes to adjust to walking on land again, but they found themselves walking through the huge doors and into the long-searched for tomb.

Once inside, Mara once again found herself unable to speak. Confused, she glanced around the room at the beautiful couches and chairs arranged throughout the room. There were beautiful statues that stood against ornately decorated walls. It looked more like a sitting room than a place of burial.

As she tried to figure things out, Mara was once again asked to follow the soldier who had come into her bedroom so many hours earlier. She followed him up the cool marble steps and into a smaller room. There were a few couches in the room. A servant was waiting with a tray holding wine and fruit. "Please refresh yourself with some food," said the soldier, "and then try and get some rest. The queen will send for you later."

Mara hadn't realized just how hungry she had become during her midnight trip. The fruit was satisfying and as she sat down on the couch, she was surprised at how exhausted she suddenly felt. She must have fallen asleep immediately, because when she next opened her eyes it was nearly noon. The sun was high in the sky and the room was bright with sunlight. A servant girl was in the corner of the room setting up a tray of food. Mara realized that she must have awakened at the sound of the tray being set upon the table. The servant girls smiled warmly, but offered no invitation from the queen. If fact, she said very little at all before closing the doors behind her as she left the room.

The lack of knowing what was going on frustrated Mara. After finishing the grapes and figs, Mara went over to the window in her room and gazed out. She had a wonderful view and was able to see that the tomb was located at the end of a small peninsula and surrounded by the beautiful ocean. The portion of the peninsula that was attached to land was heavily wooded. This thick forest made the tomb's location quite remote. Mara was pleased with this new information, but even more pleased when a knock at the door revealed a servant bearing a summons to see the queen!

Cleopatra was reclining on a couch when Mara entered the room, but she looked anything but relaxed. Mara bowed deeply. A servant motioned for Mara to sit on the couch next to Cleopatra. Mara sat down silently on the edge of the couch and waited. With a quick wave of her hand, Cleopatra dismissed the few servants in the room. The queen, who had been looking off into the distance, turned to look at Mara. Her face was serious and her eyes looked a bit sad. Her voice, however, showed strength, power and pride. "Mara, although we've just met," began Cleopatra, "I feel you need to be here. I can trust you with things."

Mara looked intently into the queen's eyes and listened closely. "Several nights ago," continued the queen, " word was sent to me that my husband Antony and his army were unable to stop the Roman Fleet. Therefore I thought it necessary to sent my son, your friend Ceasarion, to India for safely." Cleopatra explained that she planned to stay right where she was until she received word from Antony that it was safe. "I've chosen my most trusted ladies, servants and slaves to stay with me," explained the queen, "And I consider you a trusted friend, Mara. Of course, if you would rather not be here, I will release you of this duty."

Mara stood quickly to her feet. "No, your Majesty, I would never think of such a thing!" answered Mara in a shocked voice.

"Good, then I shall see you again," answered Cleopatra as she smiled in a pleased manner. Mara knew this meant she was dismissed, so she bowed again and backed out of the room with her head swimming with thoughts.

The next day Cleopatra invited Mara on a personal tour of the tomb. During the afternoon tour, Mara was shown everything. Many of the rooms were stocked with gold, silver, fine jewels and other valuable items. It seemed as if all of Egypt's wealth were stocked in the many rooms. As they walked from room to room, Mara studied Cleopatra's face. Although she smiled brightly, her eyes seemed to Mara to be sad. After the tour was completed, Mara returned to her quarters and turned in for the evening. She wondered what the next day held.

It was mid-morning and Mara had been sitting on the floor, playing with Anubis when she received the summons from Cleopatra. She entered the queen's room, but the normally talkative queen was strangely silent. Reclined on a couch, Cleopatra held in her hands a parchment. The queen moved her eyes from the window to Mara and motioned for her to come to her. Cleopatra thrust the parchment into Mara's hand and waited without saying a word. Mara picked up the parchment and began to read...

Most Honored Queen,

I write this on behalf of my Master and your Husband, Marc Antony. Serious injury has befallen my Master and he now hovers between life and death. He has requested to be near you before he leaves this world. My Queen, please hasten you reply.

Your Humble Servant,
General Premaeis

Mara looked up from the parchment with wide eyes. Cleopatra began to speak. "I have already sent General Premaeis my reply," she said to Mara, "they will arrive at dusk and you will wait with me until then."

That evening as the red sky of the sunset turned to twilight purple; preparations were well under way to receive the wounded Marc Antony. There was a quiet buzz of activity all around, but Cleopatra stood silently at one of the windows facing the ocean, her eyes searching the dark ocean for signs of her dying husband. He would not arrive until late that evening. All the servants and attendants had fallen asleep and even the Queen sat dozing at her window seat. The only one who heard the faint cry was trustworthy Anubis. He lifted his paw and gently nudged the Queen until she finally stirred. She quickly stood for a better look and let out a cry when she saw the dark forms of men carrying a still form between them.

As the men reached the front doors, a serious problem became apparent. Days earlier Cleopatra had ordered all doors barricaded. There had been rumors of attempts to capture the Queen circulating and she thought it best to secure their residence. Now, it was impossible to get the doors open quickly and there were no ladders available to scale the tall, smooth outer walls. There were a few moments of panic until one of the servants suggested using rope to get Marc Antony into the room. Although it did sound like a workable solution to the problem, it was not easy pulling a wounded, middle-aged man through a window. And due to these factors, it took several breathless attempts to get him lifted from the ground to the upstairs room.

Mara stood back and looked at the figure of the man, Marc Antony. It was the first time she saw this man from history with her own eyes. Although the years could be seen etched on his face, he was still an attractive man. Mara found it heart-wrenching to watch as he died. As he whispered words of encouragement and love to Cleopatra, she wept deeply.

After many hours of pain and tears, Antony died. Yet in his own mind, he died in peace and honor. He had been defeated by a fellow Roman, and he died in the arms of his wife. It was how Marc Antony would have wanted his life to end. And yet Cleopatra still had not reached her peaceful end.

It was two days after Marc Antony's death when Cleopatra once again sent for Mara. Sitting at the Queen's feet, Mara listened to her question. "Mara," said the Queen slowly, "I have a question for you. But you must never repeat it. Do you understand?"

Mara looked at Cleopatra with full attention and slowly replied, "Of course, my Queen."

Cleopatra continued in a sad voice, "Then tell me truthfully why I feel as though I am about to follow Marc Antony on his journey into death?"

Mara looked down to the floor and tried to collect her thoughts before looking back into Cleopatra's eyes. "I know naught why you feel this way," said Mara gently. But inside, Mara knew that in fact the queen would soon join her husband in death.

It was only a few days later when a commotion was heard outside the great doors of the tomb. Everyone hurried to the yet unguarded windows to see what was the cause of the noise and activity. A soldier stood below and bellowed out a message to the Queen.

"Your Majesty, Queen of Egypt," he called from the ground. "I bring word from the great lord of Rome, the most gracious Octavian. He wishes to meet with you and end this time of ...." But before he could complete his sentence, a great cry and scuffle was heard from the Queen's chambers. Mara ran to the royal chambers and saw several uniformed Roman soldiers standing by Cleopatra. Upon the windowsill she could see the tops of the ladders that had been used to scale the walls. The same window that had allowed entrance for Marc Antony, now allowed entrance for the Roman soldiers. Mara now knew that Cleopatra's day was limited to a few days.

The next day unfolded as history had recorded it. Queen Cleopatra was forced to surrender herself and then returned to the palace. However she was returned to the palace as a prisoner and not royalty. Young Emperor Octavian did however allow Cleopatra to bury Marc Antony as a king and not a traitor. "But after the burial," reasoned Octavian, "you shall be brought back to Rome." Cleopatra knew that she would be the key spoil in Octavian's victory parade. She would be paraded through the streets of Rome in chains and mocked by the angry crowds. So, as she laid the last bouquets of flowers on Marc Antony's grave, she had set in her mind that she alone must control her own place in history.

That evening in a small bed in the palace under the guard of Roman soldiers, Mara tossed and turned in a restless sleep. Her old dream had returned and it was stronger and more vivid than in the past. Mara stared at the dark ceiling and realized that she alone had the power to save her friend, but that meant she would also change history. She kept thinking through all the possible outcomes and what it would mean. Finally, in exhaustion, Mara fell back asleep without any answers to the questions.

The next day dawned fair. It was to be Cleopatra's last full day on Egyptian soil, for they were scheduled to set sail for Rome the next day. Cleopatra seemed without emotion to Mara. Cleopatra neither laughed nor cried, she didn't seem angry or upset. Although she did seem a bit distracted.

Later that day, Cleopatra was permitted to have a farewell meal with those in her court. At its conclusion, the queen was to begin preparing for her departure. The meal was simple and very quiet, as one might expect. Cleopatra ate very little and spoke even less. As Mara nibbled at her food, it struck her that this very meal would be Cleopatra's last. The food was cleared away and those gathered around slipped away to their rooms.

Mara and Anubis quietly made their way down the hallway to the now empty treasure room. To their surprise, they found Cleopatra and a few others in the vacant room. Actually, there was a long couch in the room upon which Cleopatra was reclined. Her two handmaidens were at her side, serving her wine and grapes. One of her loyal guardsmen stood at the door. Cleopatra wore an exquisite robe and was decorated with glittering jewels. She smiled slightly and broke the silence with her sad voice. "Oh, my dear friends," sighed Cleopatra, "it is good that you are here."

Mara and Anubis went to her side and knelt side by side on the cool marble floor. The Queen took a few more bites of plump grapes and slowly chewed their sweetness. She then turned her face to the guard at the door. She nodded and said, "Let him in." Obediently, the guard opened the doors and led a plainly dressed peasant into the room. The man carried in his hands a small woven basket that was piled high with ripe figs. He bowed deeply and set the basket before the Queen and left quietly as he came.

Anubis let a low growl rise from his throat and the fur on his back bristled high as he refused to take his eyes from the basket. "Your dog does not like figs?" laughed Cleopatra. She then reached into the folds in her robe and handed something to the guard. "Tell Octavian I wish to be buried at Antony's side," instructed Cleopatra. The guard gave a resigned nod, kept his eyes to the floor and backed out of the room. Cleopatra looked to one of her handmaidens and asked that her crown be brought. It was placed on her head and Cleopatra seemed to find strength in it.

The handmaiden then picked up the simple basket and held it before Cleopatra. "A fig for your delight, my Queen?" asked the girl. Cleopatra laughed, but first turned to Mara. "You two have been a refreshing treat to me this past days," said Cleopatra. "Please accept this ring as my thanks and a way to remember me," she said as she removed a ring from her finger. Mara saw the beautiful ring placed on her hand, but in her ears she once again heard the questions echoed in her dreams.

Mara closed her eyes and pushed the dream's voice from her mind. "History will happen the way it is supposed to happen," thought Mara. Cleopatra held tight to her hands for a moment and then released. The Queen sat back against the couch and lifted her chin slightly before speaking. "It is time," she softly said. She slowly put her hand into the basket and reached below the ripe figs. Mara watched breathlessly as the Queen seemed to pause before her eyes opened wide. Her face went pale white and she slumped back on the couch before closing her eyes. Her breathing seemed to slow and then stopped forever. Cleopatra was dead.

Mara slowly released herself to the truth and allowed the tears to run down her cheeks until small puddles gathered upon the marble floor. Anubis, however, was not paying attention the dead Queen, but was growling fiercely. Mara turned to see one of Cleopatra's handmaidens leaning at a strange angle on the couch. Her face was also tracked with tears, but her breathing was raspy and shallow. She slipped to the floor and stopped her breathing as well. The cause of all the death around her was now slithering in Mara's direction. It's thick, dark and scaly body was moving quickly towards her, but she had not yet seen it. The vile creature moved ever closer towards Mara and was within striking distance. Mara saw the dark movement on the floor and lunged forward to grab one of the knives lying on the table. Even her quick thought was not fast enough for the lightening speed of a snake. The asp struck out at Mara's leg.

Faithful Anubis had seen the snake long before Mara had realized she was in danger. He flung himself at the venomous reptile as it struck and shook it violently. He continued to shake it until it was clear that the creature was dead. Mara fell down to the floor and hugged Anubis around his neck as she wept into his dark fur. She wept for what seemed like hours until in exhaustion she collapsed to the marble floor.

The next morning, the sun shone brightly as if unaware of the tragic events of the night before. Mara awoke in the same place she had fallen and Anubis still slept next to her. She smiled as she stroked his fur and thought what a wonderful blessing this pet had been to her. Her smile faded as the memory of the night before came into her mind. She raised her body off the floor and looked around at those lying around her. Cleopatra and her handmaidens looked as if they were sleeping, but the body of the dead asp reminded her that they were dead and not sleeping at all.

Mara knew she didn't have much time and her tired mind struggled to figure out what to do next. Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a loud pounding on the door. Without thinking, Mara jumped behind a large pillar and Anubis squeezed under the Queen's couch. They waited, hardly daring to breath. After a few minutes, the pounding stopped and the doors swung open wide as two Roman soldiers strode into the room with stone-like faces. They quickly strode over to Cleopatra's couch where the dead Queen lay. They talked to one another in a language strange to Mara. The soldiers seemed almost happy at their findings. They took a quick look around the room and then left, shouting orders at they went.

Mara knew it would do them no good to stay in the room with Cleopatra, so she and Anubis quietly slipped from the room. She had no desire to be an easy target for the Romans and no idea of what to do next. Mara thought it best to head back to the streets of Egypt and keep a low profile until she and Anubis figured out what to do.

The pair walked the streets and listened to the rumors that circulated. They learned that Cleopatra had in fact been buried with her dear Marc Antony the tomb she had built. This did not surprise Mara, as the headstrong Cleopatra almost always got her way, even in death. As they continued down the dusty streets, Mara found herself being drawn back to tomb she had visited.

The trip took much longer by way of land. But Mara and Anubis were able to find their way with the help of people in the tiny villages they passed through and travelers passing to and from the city. They turned off the busy road and followed small paths and eventually found trails thorough the forest. The pair kept on pressing forward until they heard the sounds of the ocean and saw the beautiful walls of the tomb in the distance.

Although it had been a long journey and Mara had wanted to go back to the tomb, she now found herself nervous about returning. The tomb was no longer just an ancient excavation site, but now it was the burial place of someone she cared about. Still, she continued onward.

As she got closer, Mara could see the doors were barred with iron and the windows were covered with wood. No one was supposed to enter. Mara still felt that there was a reason she was supposed to be here. However with darkness falling, Mara knew that reason would have to wait until morning to be discovered. She and Anubis found a sheltered area to lie down. The huge jackal provided warmth and comfort to Mara, but still she found it difficult to sleep.

Memories from the past few days played over and over again in her mind. As she drifted in and out of light sleep, the wind seemed to speak her name as it passed through the cracks in the barred doors and windows of the tomb. She kept hearing the words "the coin is the key" every time the waves lapped on the nearby shore. Mara sat up in the darkness when she remembered the magnificent coin she had found in the palace so many days before. With all the recent happenings, she had simply forgot she even had it. Mara reached into a fold in her chitin and her fingers closed around the coin. Thankfully, a bright moon and clear night lit the dark night. Mara turned the coin over and over in her hand. Although it was beautiful and carried some value as money, she couldn't imagine it could be used as a key. Mara leaned back against the still sleeping Anubis and sighed.

Once again the wind picked up and moved through the trees making a soft low sound. Mara listened and heard it speak to her again in an almost familiar voice. She heard again and again the word remember. Remember me, it whispered. Remember the place, it pleaded. Remember all that you have heard and seen. Remember the coin is my marker. Then the wind seemed to disappear and Mara was left in silence once more. She finally drifted off to sleep, her tired mind trying to figure out what it all meant.

The next morning, Mara blinked her eyes open against the bright sunshine. The questions of the night before still had no answers. She was sure it was Cleopatra's voice she had heard and it was a message to her. Mara once again pulled out the now mysterious coin. The voice had told her it was to be a marker. But a marker of what?

Immediately, the winds rushed past her and over the ocean. They swirled together to form a funnel. The funnel rose higher and changed into a mystical, swirling portal. Mara took the coin she held in her hand and flung it into the swirling mists. It wasn't something she had thought about, she simply reacted to a feeling. Anubis was on his feet and headed towards the swirling portal. Mara followed him a few steps behind. A warm wind rushed past her and seemed to brush her cheek and wrap around her shoulders. "Remember," it whispered in her ear. Mara turned back to the tomb and brushed a single tear from her cheek before stepping into the swirling mists. "Farewell," she whispered back.

The trip back was identical to the one she had taken to Ancient Egypt... short and mysterious. Mara soon found herself back in her own bedroom. Everything looked as it had when she left. It was dark and Mara was exhausted, so she lay down on her bed and fell immediately to sleep. The things promised to her in Egypt would have to wait until morning.

As the boat sped through the water near the coastline, the two passengers searched the land intently for something. It had been seven years since they last touched foot on the land of Egypt. Although they were looking for the tomb of an old friend whom it seemed they had only seen yesterday, not thousands of years.

Mara was now a woman of 24 and a full-fledged member of her Aunt Alexandra's archeology team. The timeless Anubis had not changed and still remained a constant at Mara's side. Mara had promised Anubis and herself that when the time was right, they would return to the ancient land and find the tomb of Egypt's last and greatest queen. The promised adventure was kept secret between the two friends for several years, but eventually Mara discussed the possibilities with her aunt.

As the boat slowed down, Mara looked down at her hand. The ring that had been a dying gift from Cleopatra remained on her hand. She smiled with excitement. It was so good to be back. Once again, she scanned the peninsula in front of her. It seemed to match what she remembered, but it was impossible to be certain. When stone blocks became visible to her, Mara's heart beat faster and she dared to hope her search was near an end.

Mara gave instructions to the boat's driver that she and Anubis would be going ashore alone. They climbed into the small raft and moved towards the familiar shore. When they climbed through the surf and onto the wet sand of the shoreline, Mara was disappointed to see only scattered white blocks of marble. They appeared to be all that remained of the once grand tomb. Anubis walked around the perimeter of the tomb and investigated it with the attention and concentration of a search dog, but he found nothing. Although nothing seemed to remain, Mara was certain that this was the place she had walked and talked with Cleopatra and this was indeed where Cleopatra had been buried.

They spent the remaining hours of daylight exploring the area, but as the day grew short, Mara knew they must return to the boat. Mara scanned the site one last time before stepping back into the raft. Something shiny caught her eye and she fell to her knees to see what it was. What she found made her scream with joy! It was the silver and gold coin she had held in her hand these many years and centuries ago. Mara gently wiped away the dirt and grime to reveal the face of Cleopatra. The wind touched her cheek and passed by her towards the ocean. Mara turned and looked over the dark waters. She now knew that under those waves, was the answer to her quest. It might take her a few more days, but if Cleopatra had waited a couple thousand years, a few more days would not matter.

The Quest for the Lost Queen

Anubis
the Jackal

by Kendra Heckman

The Quest for the Lost Queen

Anubis the Jackal

by Kendra Heckman

Anubis
the Jackal