The Story of Chrishankhah

The year was 8006 BC, in what later became as we know, ancient Egypt. For so many years ago, you wouldn't think that the intelligence and power of a person was as great as it is now, but it was. One example of this came from the two monarchs of the land. They ruled about equally, if the queen didn't have more power. The pharaoh would usually keep to himself, and was rarely heard from. The queen would be the one to speak, and if she wanted, she could have been a dictator, but at heart she did not have nearly such evil intentions. But she kept her dominating image in order to keep control of her people. Her effect was starting to wear off, however.. And people more and more became revolting to her. They hated her, even as they did not know her. They hated her because she had more say than the pharaoh, and they're rules were coming from a female. More and more people started to slowly deny her laws, and more would dare to show no respect for her placement as a queen. As this angered her deeply, she started to show more and more aggressiveness, and had started to publicly execute those who did not obey her as an example. The people were looking for anything they could to over throw her.

Something that not many knew about the two, however, was their true placement in the mortal realms. The queen, Armonis, and the pharaoh, Khalab were forever young.. They had ghostly pale skin, and this bothered their people greatly. They had been ruling for almost one hundred years then and showed not a sign of age! What their people did not know was that they weren't mortal.. No, they were something. They were the first vampires, and they were close to gods. People think that the first vampires went back to the beginning of the human, but vampires only came from them afterwards. Created from both the heavenly and hellish forces.. They were neutral like humans, only higher. Not evil, as rumoured. The idea was to control the human population, which was originally meant to be among the highest on the food web. They were meant to control any human from overpowering every single one of the others on that planet. Vampires, if they wanted, could take control for themselves, but those who leaned towards good were more powerful than the evil. They could, but never wanted to take such dominance. And Armonis could have, but she was not evil. She did not.

How the two were physically created has always remained just as much a mystery as how the human race it self has been, but what was odd about Armonis and Khalab, was that they were not in completely physical form. If one would stare at them long enough, they could see a slight transparency. Because of this, neither of them would be in the public eye to often, and when they were, it was not for a very long time. And so still, their secret was kept between themselves.

But then, one day, a thief had sneaked into the Egyptian Palace. He had been after the couple's finest treasures. As he was gathering them, a cobra had coiled around one leg, and tripped the thief. As he was about to get up and make away with his life, he had found himself at the feet of Armonis, herself. He grasped the edge of one vase to try and pull himself up before she got him, but the snake had bitten his arm, weakening him instantly. The queen in her own anger then grabbed the thief for herself, and finished him off. She drained his blood, and dropped the corpse to the ground.

*CRASH*.. A glass at that moment had fallen to the floor. A servant of Armonis had been carrying a glass of water, originally meant for her queen, but now it was spilt on the ground, close to the drying puddle of blood left by the thief. The servant had ran away, shouting, "The queen is a devil! A demon! A murderous witch!" Within moments, the queen stood before a crowd, and personally twisted the neck of the frantic servant before them all. As the servant's corpse fell to the ground, the crowd started surrounding Armonis, who had now fled inside. She rushed inside to warn Khalab, and as the two were about to leave, the crowd broke into the palace with full-flamed torches. They had burnt the body of the pharaoh to mere cinders, which were carried away in the wind.

The queen flew up into the air, just barely excaping the angry crowd. The hot sun was beating down on her like heavy flames, and as she made her way across the desert searching for any form of shelter from the sun, she was sure her fate would be met there and then.. But it wasn't. Among the Sahara sands, she spotted a small cave-like opening. She flew down onto the sand, and immediately made her way into what she thought was an abandon cavern. She thought to rest there until nightfall, when she could make her way to somewhere much farther. As she started to look around, however, she noticed that it was not a cavern. A sandstone door set in but feet from the hole. She carefully pushed the door aside, only to find that she was inside an actual home.

The girl had been living here for a long time. Two cats kept her company along with a large Siberian tiger. These animals were immortal. The girl had two guardian angels, and the spirit of both remained in the cats. One, her defensive guardian, had deep black fur. Her name was Nefa. Another, the childhood guardian, had soft, grey fur. Her name was Ezmerelda. The Siberian tiger was the one who raised the girl. She never knew her parents, and the tiger had brought her up in this small den. It is unknown who the immortal tigress was, or why she was even in the deserts of Egypt. The tigress would hunt food for the girl, and helped her to learn. She did that well. The girl knew every language spoken at that time. She knew every detail about the Egyptian religions, and every bit about the battles they had fought. She also knew who the queen and pharaoh were, and she knew what they were.

Armonis stood a silhouette in the streaks of sunlight which peaked inside the den. As the queen moved away from the sunlight, the tigress stood up in defensive stance for a moment, then sat back down to the realisation of who stood before her.

The girl stood 5'7", and had neck-lengthened black silky hair. Her eyes were an almost silvery colour. She looked about 15, and then, that about the age of a young adult. The queen (seemed) only 23 herself. The girl wore a long black dress, and a black cape around her neck. She was strikingly beautiful, and her flesh barely had tone, as she was never in the sunlight. She was almost comparable to the queen herself.

"Armonis! A queen like you, here?", the girl said, coyly.

"I'll explain. I don't know that I have the time.. What is your name, miss?"

"My name is Chrishankhah. You address me respectfully, your highness. What could such a woman like you need with me?"

The queen wanted to hesitate, but she could not. She explained her story.

"Listen.. I.. I'm..", Armonis could hardly explain.

"You are a vampiress. I know.", Chrishankhah cut in.

"How did you..?"

"I've been taught well." Chrishankhah stroked Tigresa, her Siberian Tigress. The calm, but stunning look in which the tiger gave Armonis was enough to let her know who the teacher was.

"Listen.. I'm in trouble. I've been found out. I can not survive! They will surely find me. I do not fully exist in this mortal realm and therefore do not have the full mortal power to run forever. I need to..." The queen went silent for a moment, trying to figure out how she would phrase what she needed to. She was at a loss of words.

"I need to.."

"I know, Armonis. Say nothing."

Chrishankhah then paced towards the queen. She knew what the queen was asking of her.

"Are you sure? Do you even know what you are getting?"

"Tigresa has taught me more than you know. She speaks in my mind. I know it all."

And so the queen bit Chrishankhah's neck. She drank until Chrishankhah was almost drained of life. Then the queen bit her own wrist, and fed Chrishankhah off of her own blood. As Chrishankhah's mortal body died, Armonis had left. She returned to her palace where she was later hanged. The sunlight from the set had burnt the queen's body to cinders, in the way that the fire did to Khalab.

When Chrishankhah had awakened, she was as pale as a ghost.

She knew what she was, and she knew her destiny. Chrishankhah's pure heart has given her extraordinary powers. As it has made her grow immune to death itself, she has kept her promise. She will keep the vampire race alive.