There are many stars out tonight. My mind drifts and lounges in the memories of my mortal years. As customary in my family I would begin to service as a flaith at the age of seventeen. It was, indeed, a great honor; and to follow in my father’s shoes swelled me with pride and excitement. But, my memory takes me farther back. It was such a simple life back then, before the wars, before Neferakhen’s awakening, before worst of all, Aton came into my life…

I had already met Neferakhen, while she was mortal and she responded to the name of we were children we were inseparable and so different. My father always let me practice with his spear and his carnyx, so I could prepare for my life as a flaith. She always mocked the violent ways of the flaith.

“You should put the carnyx to better use”, she said, “Maybe you could produce a sweeter sound than that.” I laughed at her ingenuity towards the necessities of war, “This is for war. There is no sweetness in the fields of blood.”

Blood… I haven’t had it for three days now… I haven’t even thought about it… The incessant pounding of a heart beats near. Blood… warm blood…

Time passes and the breeze echoes through the dusty crumbled walls. How long has it been? Before this awakening I had not return home…

Thousands of years have passed and my beat-less heart has but one regret: loneliness. I’ve cast aside everyone and everything. Even during my mortal years I yearned for solitude and independence, unknowingly I had set up my trap.

I wasn’t always alone, granted. During mortal years I was surrounded by the few female warriors in my city. During my undead existence it’s been difficult to keep any company.

At first, Aton and Neferakhen were with me, even if not by their presence, their beings called out to me, and I always answered. I’ve gathered followers to protect Aton’s legacy, but it has all been in vain. Aton has not triumphed in any awakening and his most recent defeat was my fault. I rose against my god; I rose against everything I’ve done for the thousands of years of my undead existence.