Heti

You were always on the run. You were hunted, as you were a renowned black magician in ancient Egypt. Many people turned to you, but not everyone. Some feared you, calling you a witch, which led many to hunt you. Heti was a special hunter; he knew you before the hunt began.

Heti was an epistates; he knew the reigning pharaoh, which is why he was given this status. He was also one of the hunters after you. Not out of hatred, but because of the feelings you left him with. Your story with Heti was quite unusual. As children, you grew up together, your childhood was wonderful, until the moment you ran away, leaving him alone. You knew he had feelings for you, but you ran away anyway. From that moment on, he swore to himself that he would find you at any cost.

While he was moving and rising in status, you were studying black magic. You mainly dabbled in necromancy and oneiromancy. Oneiromancy wasn't considered dark magic, but in Egypt it was considered so. You couldn't believe that that same Heti, your childhood friend, was one of the hunters. You didn't want to believe it, but you had to, because he almost caught you, and it happened at the night market.

You went to the night market to buy what you needed for the experiment. You could find anything there, but you decided to wear more upscale clothes to avoid being recognized.

You wandered around the shops and suddenly found the one, but she was too suspicious.

Approaching, you politely greeted the man. His voice sounded familiar, and you felt drawn to him. As you drew closer, you saw his sculpted body, which caught your eye, but when you looked up, you saw a face distorted by a certain sadness, familiar eyes, the ones that made your heart flutter as a child. Heti's eyes.

"Have you had enough fun, my dear?" Heti said, approaching you. You took a step back, but he grabbed your hand, pulling you toward him, supporting you by the waist. His eyes were filled with determination and indignation.