She opened her eyes. It was strange, being so distant yet so close. The prized temple priestess was dressed in her white robes, amulets of Bast, Sekhmet, and Horus on her neck. The prized gem of the Pharaoh. Of course she was, the gods had blessed her with magic. Isis favored her, Pharaoh Ramses had said.

It was unusual to her. Her mind buzzed with alarm. Despite living in the great country of Egypt her entire life, she felt uneasy. Her eyes were always cast downward.

Of course, the people thought this was out of respect, but in reality, she was confused. She prayed to Thoth every night, begging him to help her. To make sense of these memories she was given, but no response.

'He's fake, Amasis.' A voice said sternly in her head. 'Foolish woman!' And older woman stood there, looking about 35. Her cheeks had lines on them and she was covered in nothing but animal skins. 'You forget who you are!'

"Y-You're not here! It's simply a vision, surely it must mean something..." The girl stumbled back in shock as the woman addressed her.

'Truly? You really believe that?' Another voice spoke. Younger, too much younger. Amasis whipped around to see an 11 year old covered head to toe in either gold or white. 'You know it is not true. You know who we are, you know who you are.'

"Silence! I am the priestess of Ra! I do not fall to such low heights! Your Ba shall go back to the afterlife!" Amasis' head started to pound. She didn't know them! Did she? She'd never seen them before today, but she felt a strange sense of familiarity.

'You've sacrificed much for this life, it is unwise to waste it Amasis. Let us help, let us retrieve your memories, our memories.' This woman seemed far more regal, older than the other three. Her brilliant amethyst eyes were stern with authority, her posture straight and dignified. 'I am your beginning. Amasis, do not make the mistake of rejecting your lives.'

Amasis cried out as her head throbbed wildly, visions flashing through her mind. Many visions, but they did not seem recent.

Amelia practicing her magic with her mother, running around with their bunny. Those traitorous eyes, the same ones that stared pitifully down at her husband when she killed him for infidelity. The day she gained those violet orbs.

Aruy, hunting in her tribal skins with the hunters to get more clothing to use. Of course, Aruy had killed a wolf. She knelt down on the ground and lifted it with a soft grunt. The wolf's dead eyes stared ahead as she reached camp, carving the animal for meat and clothing. She thanked the wolf's spirit and let it go free as she started stitching together the clothing with a wooden needle.

Ana, the little girl. Held on the shoulders of others as the marched to the altar. Her violet eyes, a beautiful tribute to the gods. Amasis would never again forget the splitting pain of death. Ana's scream as her head was cut off, her crimson blood feeding the steps.

"Lies! They're all lies! Ra, help me! These... these ba torment your priestess!" Amasis felt a cold thing on her shoulder. The gentle smile of the little girl and the pitiful look of the hunter. The hunter. Her violet eyes shone brightly as her hair was braided behind her back with feathers and flowers in it, no doubt the work for her funeral before she was burned.

Amelia stepped foreword. 'Old soul, accept your place and rise again with the memories of you lifetimes.'

Oddly enough, this thought seemed to bother Amasis less and less as time passed. She loved multiple times? She came BACK multiple times. Those memories.... those couldn't be hers, could they? The headache started to fade and before Amasis knew it, the three girls had disappeared. Perhaps it was a dream?

The memories cleared and she found she could easily remember how to craft a spear, how to make the amulets and how to hunt. How to harvest food and how to prepare for major events. All of these coming from different lifetimes she had lived.

Ana's little calloused hands as she worked in the fields until she was spotted by a soldier. The solder has slaughtered her village and prepared her for tribute. Killed in cold blood, for her amethyst eyes. She looked at her hands and thoughtfully rubbed over them.

Unfortunately, her thoughts were broken by someone entering the temple. She walked patiently. Not loud, not quickly, but gracefully. Surely no one was stupid enough to face one who Isis favors. The man was vested badly, bruised and bleeding. The hunter in her knew these were from running into trees or bushes, or in this case, rocks.

Amasis walked toward the man and lead him to one of the rooms, healing his wounds. It was strange, how memories worked. Despite not doing this for a lifetime to two, her hands still knew how to work with the bandage.

Of course, it would have been leaves and twine in the hunter days, and possibly nothing in her first lifetime, but she had bandages now, and that's what mattered. "You've been heavily injured, good man." She spoke softly, a time befitting of a mere servant. The man was dark skinned, a slave Amasis assumes, but it was her duty to protect and serve.

"That I have, priestess. It's days like this where Lord Ra is my only comfort." He didn't take the soft toned formality with her, though she was only a mere woman so that was to be expected.

" 'Tis a great shame. Your people shouldn't be made to suffer. My heart aches for you, but Anubis will grant you a happy afterlife." Amasis offered a smile smile, to which the slave returned a rugged glare. She noted the frown lines and stress lines on his forehead and jaw. "You would make a fine hunter." Her words betrayed her as he screamed in Outrage and smacked her to the ground.

"You DARE mock me?! I can have you killed!" He roared as he marched towards her. Her hands found her amulet if Horus and the moment he touched it, he disintegrated. She passed out due to the magic drain soon after.

The prized priestess is Ra, killing and burning a slave. She wondered how the Pharaoh would feel, as her life was in his hands. She answered to Ra, but if Ra wasn't there she answered to the Pharaoh.

Answering to the Pharaoh had gotten her slain for treason and murder. A fall from Grace, they called it. They tried to sell her, but she had burned herself alive.

She would be reborn. Surely, she would. There was no doubt as she closed her eyes on this lifetime.