Two ancestors, unwilling to tolerate the destruction of their people, travel through time to awaken a warrior ...
Still chewing, she wiped the juice from her face, and sucked her fingers. She sauntered over to the thicket of trees in front of her, and pushed aside the brambles ... to peer at human history She turned the pages. Some eras, such as America during the 1960s, were her favorite. Others made her cringe. Nefertiti pushed the pages forward to the present, and beyond to the future. As she watched the years pass, her eyes filled with tears.
Her consort, Ogun, appeared beside her: naked and dark like her, but taller and broader of shoulder. “You’ve been watching them again,” he said, his voice was a basso profundo.
“Yes,” Nefertiti said. “It seems that lately that I am drawn to them.”
“Because you know we must return,” Ogun replied...
Still chewing, she wiped the juice from her face, and sucked her fingers. She sauntered over to the thicket of trees in front of her, and pushed aside the brambles ... to peer at human history She turned the pages. Some eras, such as America during the 1960s, were her favorite. Others made her cringe. Nefertiti pushed the pages forward to the present, and beyond to the future. As she watched the years pass, her eyes filled with tears.
Her consort, Ogun, appeared beside her: naked and dark like her, but taller and broader of shoulder. “You’ve been watching them again,” he said, his voice was a basso profundo.
“Yes,” Nefertiti said. “It seems that lately that I am drawn to them.”
“Because you know we must return,” Ogun replied...
