King Tutankhamun looked at the stars for an answer, from a window in the palace. He watched as they dots of light shimmered and danced in the sky. The stars were bright but also something that seemed to truly dance. It was an orange creature who flew through the sky, far enough but big enough for Tutankhamun to see. He watched as the creature seemed to descend from the heavens and land in the open desert. From where the king saw it was a fish, orange and moved like silk. The king called two of the royal guards, equipped with leather and spears. He had ordered them to follow him, as he ran off into the desert to find the flying fish, or in Tutankhamun's mind: the answer.
When he arrived, Tutankhamun had saw it's fins rise in a majestic way. It reached to the sky and it's scales moved out of the way. It's skin appeared to have moved to another are as a new creature was there. This creature was tall, taller than his 16 year old guard. It was pink, with a white underbelly that ran through it's entire body. It was standing up, like a human, but resembled an aquatic creature from the seas beyond the ocean. It had three eyes, each were like red rubies, beautiful yet innocent. It had no visible feet, as it's clothes covered the majority of it's bodies. It was a long pink, white and aqua blue with a large lace at the back. It's 'hair' was seceral appendages starting at the back of her head. The young king was captivated by it's beauty.
"Hello.", the alien said in a way that influence all.
"H-h-hi...", said the king. The king thought only of her beauty and something came to him. "A-are you Hathor...?", asked the king.
"Hathor? It is close enough to my name that I must say yes. Who might you be?", Hathor replied.
"I-I am the king Tutankhamun. You are within walking distance to my throne. What makes the god of beauty come to me?"
"God of beauty? You flatter me, Tutankhamun, but my ship has run out of fuel and I dropped down to this area for materials. Tell me, has any of my companions arrived to visit you?"
"No, Hastor, no other gods has arrived."
"Gods...? No, we are not g-"
"Hathor, will you be ok in the open desert like this. It is night and the cold winds chill to the bone."
"Hmm... Would you mind if I stayed in the castle while my ship gets materials?"
"Of course! Guards, we are off. Get some workers to deliver Hastor's... what is that?"
"A standard pilgrim ship."
"Her pilgrim ship to the palace."
Hastor remained for several days at Tutankhamun's palace. There, she met his wife and half sister, several guards and priests. All who gazed upon her were awestruck and completely captivated by her beauty. The slaves dug and dug for her on their own free will, let alone Tutankhamun's will. Everyone wanted to please her. They have provided the best meats, best water, best vestments, best entertainment. Everyone enjoyed serving her. Her priests and King Tutankhamun had even decided to lift the ban of other gods just so that Tutankhamun can openly acknowledge her beauty. Hastor loved it here. There was no fighting, just her and her new eager friends.
However, the time to go was now. Her ship was loaded with fuel. Her companions missed her, her people missed her, her children missed her, her lover missed her most of all and her nation missed her. Hastor must return. She entered her ship, breathed in the lantern candles and sat in her chair and left, with tears in her eyes. She had to leave at night, before anyone had noticed her leaving.
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