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Priestess of the Lost Colony: An Alternate History
by Brandon Pilcher

It's an alternate-history fantasy tale about ancient Egyptians colonizing Greece during the Bronze Age. The protagonist is the Egyptian priestess Itaweret, who seeks to liberate what remains of her people after a Greek warlord sacks the colony and drags them off in chains. "Sounds interesting!

Chapter 1

1600 BC

Itaweret had moved her last pawn off the last square on the senet board. Straightening her posture up on her stool, she crossed her arms with a triumphant smirk.

“By Apep, not again!” Bek slammed his hands on the ebony table, knocking both of his t...





Chapter 2

The moment she reached the door to her brother’s bedchamber, Itaweret halted still as stone. With the sky shifting color from red to violet outside, the day’s heat had faded away into the breezy cool of night. However, it was not this which made her shud...





Chapter 3

The earliest rays of sunlight shafted up from behind the line of rugged peaks that rose from the eastern horizon. Underneath a sky dotted with pink-bottomed clouds, a plain of yellowed grass stretched between the foothills and the city of Per-Pehu’s mudbrick r...





Chapter 4

The idol of the goddess Mut reared twice the height of a human being within a niche in her temple’s sanctuary chamber. Her black granite skin, and the gold paint covering her pleated dress and jewelry, shone from the braziers burning on the dais at her feet, a...





Chapter 5

No torches burned inside the tunnel which led out from beneath the temple of Mut. Instead, Itaweret had only the brazier her brother carried behind her to drive back the blackness before them, and even this was dimming with every passing second. Every so often she w...





Chapter 6

When Philos cracked his eyelids open from sleep, the first thing he noticed was that the brazier had burned itself empty. Not even the tiniest wisp of smoke rose from it, although the scent still lingered underneath the mustiness of the forest floor and the rotting ...





Chapter 7

Twice had the sun sailed westward over the pine-robed mountains until the path between them descended into a broad, flat valley bisected by a slender stream. At the point where the forest stopped and the open scrub of the valley floor began, there rose a denuded tre...





Chapter 8

On the northwestern edge of the village squatted a hut even lower than the rest, seated under the twisted branches of a mature oak tree. Leaning alongside this simple dwelling was an even smaller shed built of branches and thatch, with sheep and pig bones strewn und...





Chapter 9

The blaring of the village sentry’s horn broke through Itaweret’s dreams like a stone through fine pottery.

She rose from one of the benches along the wall inside the house of Metrophanes. In addition to the glow of the central hearth’s fire,...





Chapter 10

The moment they reached the foothills beyond the valley’s eastern verge, they plunged themselves into the woods without hesitation. If anything would protect them from Mycenaean eyes, it would be the cover of the trees. The very darkness of the upland forest t...





Chapter 11

Evening had returned to the valley in a gown of dark red. South of where the village of Taurocephalus once stood, there jutted yet another hill right next to the river’s eastern bank. Unlike most of the other little rises which broke up the otherwise flat terr...





Chapter 12

A narrow series of steps, all worn down and cracked from unknown age, scaled up and along the face of another cliff overlooking the valley’s southeastern edge. They must have run up a height no less than a hundred feet from bottom to top. Yet Itaweret could no...






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