You probably don't even know my name, but such a history it has. I'm not one to brag but I have seen and done things most humans do not dream of. Of course being human is something I barely remember. We were barbarians then, the Celts still rulers of the British Isles. I remember the war and the smell of smoke and steel. These things made my home and the world that we live in today. Blood, smoke, and steel and if you are smart you would revere the ones like me who battled against whatever opposed us. Whether we were on the wrong or right side, my comrades and I fought against the odds. History will call us warriors; those who know us will call us gods.

Egypt was hot, almost intolerably so, and as I watched the rippling of that heat across the sands, like some sort of perverse ocean I regretted my eagerness to leave my master's house and come here. History was in my blood, everything old and sacred fascinated me, and nothing screamed history like crossing the plateaus towards monstrous pyramids on camel back. However the sun burnt into my flesh even through my clothes and my ability to enjoy the scene was slightly lessened.

My only complaint was the seemingly endless ride on an awkward and somewhat peeved animal, who took every opportunity to prove his great dislike for me. "Gods spare me." I begged under the oppressive but necessary weight of a face veil. "What in the name of Morgan is taking so long?" I asked my wispy looking guide. The man was tall and gap toothed with a turban propped on his head and loose linen robes common to the nomad clans that wandered in the desert. Crazy blighters in my opinion, I had only been in the sand two days and already I was tired of its persistent quest for nooks and crannies.

He looked back from his own camel and I quirked a dark brow, the effect lost in my hood. He smiled, causing me to wince. Did it hurt to lose all those teeth? It usually seemed to hurt the men who I loosed that many teeth from. "We are nearly there madam." He said his accent thick but pleasant enough. "The Empress' palace is just beyond that crest."
"Thank the ancients." I sighed out realizing that my hind quarters and legs were as numb as a corpse. I could see my tomb stone now. 'Here lays Kessareen Serenity Tyrone, killed by a surly and deformed desert horse.' I snickered at the thought.

Just as we rose over the hill, and I thought the desert would go on forever, we reached the top. What I saw there was painted to the back of my eyes. Turquoise ocean stretched as far as the eye could see, bordered by a city sprawling over the coast like whine spilling over a table cloth. A beautiful lighthouse that was almost as white as my alabaster skin stood out on the waters like a sentinel, its weary watch never ending. Even through the veil you could tell that I was impressed and the guide smirked at my expression "Welcome to Alexandria" he announced, "The Empress awaits you."

Traveling through the streets I was amazed by the vibrant sights and exotic smells that drifted towards me, so different than those of my long departed homeland. The dry smell of the desert air mixing with the salt of the ocean made for an interesting mix with the spices sitting open to the wind in the shops lining the streets, and as we passed the natives bowed their heads in respect to someone they presumed to be of great power. How right they were and yet they were only beginning to understand. I watched everyone and took note of the placement of shops. It seemed the closer we came to the palace the more refined and expensive looking the wares became. It made sense, since the homes there became more opulent, though even the lowliest structure had its own odd beauty. This city would truly mark itself in my mind, knowing that in my long life it was not something I would soon forget. I hoped my purpose here would be to preserve its beauty.

The palace itself lost none of the grandeur of the city. Sphinx watched me as I was led up a wide cobbled road towards a wide plateau of stairs leading to a columned entrance, at its base we dismounted. My guide bowed to me and took the lead to my camel. "I will leave you to the people here." He said and gave me another wide grin. "My filthy feet will not dirty this palace."

I had a strange affection for my cheeky guide and I gave him a shallow bow, more a nod of my head than anything. "Thank you for your service." I said and tossed him a pouch of silver. He gushed a thousand thanks and yelled for his camels to go in a scattered dialect.

I looked up the steps with an air of new beginning and started up my feet making no noise as I shifted up the salt worn stone. A new empire to make or break. I thought to myself as I passed the regal sphinx hiding between the impressive columns. The difference in temperature simply from walking into the shadow of the entrance hall was a relief on my abused skin. I was sure by this point I would have a red rectangle around my eyes. If the sun cared to bless my skin with any hint of color it, of course, would be something as awkward as that.

I was greeted in the hall by a priest in white and gold linens, his head as bare and smooth as the stone around us. He looked flustered and composed at the same time, a manner I didn't think suited a priest of this house. He bowed deep at the waist and then sat up speaking to me. "Lady Tyrone." He said seeming to steady himself. "With great respect to you and your master the Caesar, welcome to Alexandria."