Everyone always has memories of having a family and having loving parents or parents that could go easily out of control. Even having each different beginning of having a family to each person who ever lived within their whole entire lives. But to me, it is way different along with the people that live within the Mortal World.

You see, the earliest days of my memories that I have about my birth parents. Is the day when I was a newborn. Although, I do not even remember what their faces usually look like back then. But all that I do remember about them, is their feelings.

The feeling of being held within my birth mother's arms, it felt so warm and a full embrace of comfort. The feeling of Mother's Love from her is all I ever needed. But the feelings from my birth father...all I have ever felt from him...was fear.

As a baby, I have no idea of what the meanings of fear really is. But I do remember that...I have felt my birth father has put me in a sarcophagus and closed it with me in it. Within the darkness, the air has a different aroma to it, and it had allowed me to drift into unconsciousness. Eventually, I have entered the world of deep sleep.

The next thing of feeling that I remember that someone's finger is in my small, infant hand and the rest of my body is been held by one, strong and warm arm. Including my body can feel the warmth from the holder that is right next to me. With that start, it has awoken me from that sleep and begun to feel the holder that is cradling me in its arms. All at once, I have begun to recognize the feeling that I have felt from before. The feeling of my birth father, that is holding me in his arms once again. But when I tried to feel my birth mother's feeling. I could not be able to feel her presence, she was nowhere around. Just only me and my birth father, alone.

But when I began to feel the feeling from my birth father, I could no longer be able to feel his feeling of fear. All I have ever felt from him now was...sadness.

From that day on, my birth father alone. He is the only one who has raised me, on his own.

For years that I have been raised within the darkness, where no one knows about my own existence. Not even about the existence and the secret life of an offspring, an offspring of an Egyptian God.

My name is Anubia Nilerivers. And this, this is my secret life.