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Ammon and Nuru

By Uilleam Mìcheal Stiùbhart

Note: I use the word Khemet for Egypt, seeing as how that was the Egyptian name for Egypt.

Once, long ago, there lived a great and a mighty Pharaoh. His name was Ammon the Just. He was a wise and powerful ruler, crushing Assyrian threats from the northeast. He instated fair justice and built many statues and shrines in honor of his most favored Deities, Isis, Osiris, Anubis, and Amon-Ra. Finally, he married a beautiful princess from Thebes named Nuru. But Nuru held a dark secret..

However, passionate people are all to often naïve. As is the case of Ammon. He trusted his beautiful wife, Nuru, to be a kind and loving creature as himself, but she was not. As is with the Gods, the battle between good and evil must go on. One eve, Nuru met with Ramses, an Egyptian who wished to become Pharaoh.

“I can arrange for you to become ruler of all Khemet..” her voice was like silk. It played out softly, seducing him to follow her. He didn’t care how it would be done, but as long as she was his queen and he the Pharaoh, he would follow her anywhere.

“I will do anything, anything at all, to become King of Upper and Lower Khemet.. Nothing will stop me..” he replied, grabbing her hand. “Nothing will stop us.”

“I will kill Ammon, and then we can forge a document saying that he selected you as his heir.. It will be perfect,” she purred.

“Yes!” he readily agreed. He shook with the anticipation. He was to be Pharaoh!

Ammon was readying himself to sleep. He had been through a lot during that day. The common people, those who loved him for his kindness, kept sneaking into the palace and warning him of a bureaucratic assassination plot. The bureaucrats were corrupt, the peasant alleged. They wanted to crush the peasants, and Ammon would not do so. One particular peasant kept warning him.

“Beware Ammon!” she cried, not even giving him the respect of calling him Pharaoh. She was a rather plump woman, not attractive per say, and she wore a hood over her head. “If you stay with Nuru, she will be your downfall! The Gods have foretold it! The Heavenly Father Amon has seen that it will be!”

“No, no, Nuru would never double-cross me. She loves me and I her. She could never do that.”

The woman began wailing and crying, screaming out loud. In the dark Egyptian throne room, where there were no windows and only torches cast dubious light across the hieroglyphically decorated walls, Ammon felt uneasy. The woman caused an eerie affect, as she was bathed in shadows and she wailed out, lamenting and bemoaning Ammon’s supposed fate. Her wails of anguish were enough to make Ammon waver on his trust for Nuru. He nearly then and there had his Queen taken away. It was a horrible moment, one that would follow Ammon the rest of his life. The room seemed to darken further and further as the women dropped to her knees, writing terribly. Finally, she yelled out, pointing in Ammon’s face, “HEED MY WARNING, O PHARAOH OF Khemet, OR YOU SHALL BE A PHARAOH NO LONGER!”

And then, as quickly as it had begun, the lights brightened, the woman became slimmer and slimmer and then suddenly she disappeared all together. Ammon was taken aback. He knew something was going on.

That night he avoided Nuru.

“Why are you staying away from me, my love?” she inquired with that seductive, silken voice.

“I wish to be alone tonight,” he responded coldly and went on his way.

She quickly attempted to follow him down a hallway that branched off into four directions when to soldiers stepped out and blocked her path with spears.

“No one is allowed down this way,” one told her.

“But-“ she tried to object, obviously distressed.

“No one,” the other commanded, none-too-gently pushing her away. “You heard what I said, now scram.”

She stalked the hallways well into the morning hours. Then, she went into the kitchens, where she mixed a drink with a sleeping potion in it. When the kitchen servant went to deliver refreshments to the guards, she placed the greenish liquid on the tray and took the other drinks away.

“Do not tell them I had anything to do with the drinks, if you know what’s good for you,” she commanded in an iron-like voice not at all like the one she normally used. She demanded respect with this voice.

The servant nodded shakily, and then she walked down the hallway in a jittering manner do deliver the drinks.

The seductress laughed her real laugh, not the one she used all her life, but the one she knew was not forced. It was a hollow, empty sound, void of joy and happiness, full of resentment and evil. It made the servant, as she walked down the hallway, shiver with fear.

The guards soon after fell asleep from the sleeping potion Nuru forced the servant to give them. Then, Nuru grabbed a blade, and with Ramses they walked into the Pharaoh’s room. They tried to be silent, but the princess from Thebes could not resist a giggle. She laughed out loud, and just as she raised the sword, Ammon awoke, to see both Ramses and Nuru as she plunged the blade into his chest...

Ammon awoke. He no longer had a hole in his chest. He looked up into the perfect faces of Isis, Goddess of Love, Osiris, God of the Dead, Anubis, God of Mummification, and Amon-Ra, the Supreme God. He was more than taken aback now, he nearly fainted.

“You have been summoned before us because you are the greatest mortal ruler that Khemet has ever seen. Therefore, we shall give you an army and you shall reconquer it and rule again. However...” Ra began.

“You must answer the riddle first,” Isis continued.

“The Riddle of the Sphinx,” added Osiris.

“And then I shall give you an Anubite army,” finished Anubis.

Ammon nodded, still to shaky to speak. And suddenly a giant beast hovered lower and lower until it sat right in front of Ammon on the lone dias in the middle of the dark void where the former Pharaoh was. It had the body of a lion, the face of a woman, and wings.

“What type of creature is borne of a flower, brings light to the world, is a man, and dies every eve only to be borne of the flower again?”

Ammon thought, and thought, making use of all his years of learning. The Gods were beginning to turn away when finally he yelled out, “But of course! It is Amon-Ra himself! He comes from the flower, then rises up in the sky as the Sun, and dies every night!”

“You are correct,” the Sphinx complied, and just as suddenly as it came, it disappeared in a flash.

“I shall make the sunlight blistering to only your enemies, so that many will die of the heat,” Amon-Ra offered.

“I shall cause the love between Ramses and Nuru to depart, and they shall quarrel, causing dissension. And, I shall use the power of wisdom to show the army who their loyalties should truly lie with,” said Isis.

“I will bring you back to life so that you can lead your army into battle,” spake Osiris.

“I will supply you with a massive army of Anubites in my image, and they will fight and die for you,” promised Anubis.

“Thank you, my Lieges. I shall fight and I shall win ‘gainst that treacherous witch. However, may I ask where the Sphinx went?” Ammon asked.

“The Lady Sphinx went to warn Nuru and Ramses of the coming of a great army against them,” replied Amon.

“Good, I would not want to catch them unaware,” he said. And then he prostrated himself and thanked them again as he slowly disappeared and reappeared in the deserts of Khemet, near the Nile.

Ammon was on a chariot with an Anubite driver. He looked ahead and saw an army lead by Nuru and Ramses, with the two of them sharing a chariot. Ammon laughed. He saw that Isis’ work had already started, for the two were arguing and some soldiers were deserting. Osiris’ work was already done, for Ammon was obviously alive. Anubis had done well, for a large army of Anubites stood behind him, some in chariots, some simply read to leap. He could see some people trying to run to the Nile for food only to be picked off by Anubian archers. Ra’s job was done as well.

Unexpectedly, Nuru and Ramses agreed now’s the day and now’s the hour, and they drove forward in their chariot, urging the army on. As they ran across the desert plain, many fell of exhaustion, many stopped altogether. Ammon turned to his army, and roared out, “LET US UNLEASH THE DOGS OF WAR!”

The Anubites looked at him with a gaze akin to quizzical anger, their canid faces looking insulted.

“Er, sorry about that.. Forgot you were jackals.. ATTACK!” he quickly apologized.

And then the Anubites, unable to faint of heat or exhaustion, ran forward, waving spears, driving chariots, stopping to fire arrows. Ammon himself jumped out of his chariot, waving an obsidian sword, slashing at traitorous scum. Some, when they saw him glaring with anger, attacked their comrades and joined Ammon’s side. Suddenly, Ammon heard a scream and saw Ramses about to kill Nuru. She was bent over the chariot, her face near the wheels, with a knife held about her chest by Ramses. She reached down and suddenly grabbed and hurled an asp into Ramses face with one fluid motion. The confused warlord dropped his blade, and the treacherous woman grabbed it and stabbed it into his chest. She kicked him over the chariot, where he rolled under it’s wheel, screaming in his death throes. His blood splattered all along the chariot, and it began leaving a crimson trail in the sand.

Ammon ran towards Nuru’s chariot. It suddenly tipped over on a rock, and Nuru fell to the ground. Before he began to approach her, Ammon took a look at the battle scene. All around him, Egyptians were dying, Anubites leapt massive distances, coming down with whirling blades. Anubite charioteers drove by Egyptians, whipping them and slashing them, arrows came to in the hundreds, landing in Egyptian bodies. Yet more Egyptians fought traitors, and soon more and more came back to Ammon’s side.

He nodded with grim satisfaction, and then walked to Nuru. He produced the same blade that she had killed him with, and then looked directly in her face. She had tears in her eyes, and she was pitifully pleading.

“Please, Ammon, spare me! I will never betray you again! Please!!” she screamed.

He had no mercy, no compassion for her. He would not be as naïve as he had been before. He drove the sword into her chest, right where the hear was, and then picked her up. He dropped her in the crimson wake of her own chariot and called out for the one he had originally drove in. He got in, and lifted the woman up. He lifted her above his head and yelled out.

“MANY OF YOU THOUGHT I WAS DEAD! SEE THAT I AM NOT!” At his words, suddenly the battle stopped, and all the living humans looked at him, and the Anubites formed up in perfect rank.


All of the humans bowed down, and the army of Anubis vanished. Ammon threw the body of Nuru into the Nile, where a crocodile quickly dragged it away.

From there, Ammon went back to Memphis, where he ruled Egypt peacefully for the rest of his life. He was buried in a massive pyramid, which was covered in sand by the Gods. It was cursed as well, that if anyone ever went in, they would die soon after. The pyramid has yet to be found, even today, but Ammon will be remembered forever as Egypt’s greatest Pharaoh.

Spelling: 5
Grammar: 4
Story Line: 8
Judge Bias: 13
Myth Usage: 8

Total: 38

Spelling : 5
Grammar : 5
Story Line : 10
Judge Bias : 19
Myth Usage : 10

Total : 49

Spelling: 4.5
Grammar 4.5
Story: 9
Judge: 16
Myth 10

Total: 44

Overall Score: 131