Memphis, the capital of Ancient Egypt. Of the land where man is ruled by word of gods and goddesses, and by their representative, the current pharaoh. And, most recently, the place under threat from Hawk Moth. There is only one mission objective for the miraculous heroes of Egypt: Defeat him, and unmask him...
Rules:
1.) Remember, we are in Ancient Egypt. So, only era-appropriate outfits and names allowed.
2.) Be reasonable in battle. If you're controlling a villain, don't make it so that only your attacks work against them. Don't finish every battle, and don't steal the spotlight from the others all the time. This is an RP, not your personal story, and I will not tolerate people who put others down just because they want to be the hero. No excuses.
3.) Goes without saying, but no Mary Sues.
4.) Your miraculous must be original. No clones of canon characters or powers.
5.) This is gonna be a pretty dramatic story. There's going to be explicit depictions of blood, physical abuse, character death, and a big reveal, so, that being said, do not join if you are offended by such material.
6.) No pity-baiting. No having your character get seriously ill, injured, or kidnapped, so that the other players are forced to stop to give you sympathy and attention, unless it is plot related, and even then, there is a limit. I'll show you an acceptable illness/injury/kidnapping situation, vs a pity-baiting one:
Acceptable:
Character becomes suddenly very ill, because they are suffering from a chronic or terminal illness, which is an important part of their story
Character gets injured after a long, difficult battle
Character gets kidnapped by an akumatised person who has a special kind of grudge against them, which runs deeper than 'they upset me'.
Not Acceptable:
Character suddenly becomes ill, but they get better, miraculously, as soon as everyone in the RP drops what they are doing to give them attention. The illness is not important, and never bought up again
Character gets injured for no good reason, and again, is miraculously better when everyone's attention is drawn to them
Character gets kidnapped by villain with no particular grudge against them, and demands to be rescued immediately, even though the other players are in the middle of something better, and/or plot related
7.) Aside from this, standard RP rules apply
Are we clear? Good! Now, before you post anything in the discussion, add 'Bananas' to beginning of your post, so I know that you have read the rules:
https://pokecharms.com/threads/miracles-in-memphis-discussion.20025/
Name: Takhat, otherwise known as Princess Takhat The Third
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Occupation: Princess of Egypt (Most teenagers were either apprentices, or they went to trade schools, if they didn't have jobs already)
Appearance (Normal): Takhat is tall and dark-skinned, and wears a chin-length black wig (Most Ancient Egyptians shaved their heads and wore wigs, especially the upper class), with a gold headband, which bears a cobra-shaped ornament at the centre. She wears a sleeveless, floor-length white gown, with her miraculous around her waist, with a gold collar, adorned with lapis lazuli stones. She wears brown leather sandals, also adorned with two large lapis lazuli.
Appearance (Transformed): Takhat gains a tight, calf-length black gown, with a platinum collar, decorated with amethyst and chrysoberyl. Her sandals turn black, and bear a similar design. Her belt becomes thicker, and the head of her cobra turns purple, and the hood turns white, and splits into six, to signal time until powerdown, and she has a holster for her weapons, thin, silver fang-shaped syringes.
Alignment: Wadjet
Kwami: Najaa
Animal: Black-necked spitting cobra
Miraculous: Belt, with a cobra-shaped buckle
Weapon: Silver syringes. They can be thrown like throwing knives, or used in hand-to-hand combat.
Superpower: Cobra Bite. Using it allows her to temporarily paralyse an enemy, by throwing a blast of venom at them
Other abilities: She is able to release victims from Hawk Moth's control, by injecting their bodies with an antidote from her syringes. However, she cannot fix the damage done by akuma attacks. Her mode of transportation is flight.
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It was early evening when Takhat had returned, just as the sun was setting, and the palace priests were beginning their prayers. There had been a panic at the marketplace that day, and several nobles had been attacked by a mysterious masked slave, so the priests had their hands full, praying to all of the gods to not let it happen again.
As usual, her brother, Abasi, was arguing with her father about official duties. Being the first-born child of the royal family, Abasi was destined to become the next pharaoh, but he wanted absolutely nothing to do with the throne. He wanted to get out there and help the lowest people on the rungs of society. He wanted to fix things for the poor and the sick, not fritter his days away in decadence, ignorant of all of those below him, like their grandfather had. He wanted to get out there and go with the priests and the doctors, and treat the ones who couldn't afford medicine for free, instead of letting them die, like their grandfather. He wanted to live among the people of Egypt, understand their struggles, not silently observe them, and delegate solutions to their problems to his servants, like their father, Pharaoh Seti The First did.
"How can you tell the poor what's best for them, when you don't even know what their lives are like?!"
"Abasi, I've sent men out there to recruit more farmers. I've forced the baker women to lower the price of the market stall's bread. I've lowered taxes on everything. I'm doing my best, but you have to understand that I have more than just one group of my people to think about!"
"But they're the ones you should be thinking about the most! You should be getting out there, and seeing your people, not looking down on them from your throne! You're no better than any of those other stupid nobles!"
"Abasi, don't give me that!"
Takhat shook her head at the display. It was true that a lot of the nobles of Egypt looked down on the poor like they were nothing more than camel dung, and refused to acknowledge their struggles, and even as Pharaoh, Abasi didn't want to be associated with them. With her brother unwilling to take the throne, Takhat had decided that she wanted the job. Takhat was determined to prove to everyone, the poor especially, that there were nobles out there who cared about their struggles. She wouldn't be the kind of pharaoh her brother hated; it wasn't in Takhat's business to fritter her days away in decadence, and watch as her poorest people suffered. She could be the best queen that Egypt, no, the world had ever known. She'd make sure that none of her people ever went hungry, or homeless, that none of them were ever without doctors and priests when they needed them, that none of them would know hardship of any kind. She knew, deep down, that she could make the greatest civillisation in the world even greater, if only her father would give her a chance.
After what seemed like forever, Abasi finally seemed to back down. He left their father with a simple, "I'll see you at dinner," before a servant escorted him to his quarters.
Takhat cleared her throat quietly as she entered the room. "I have returned, father."
"How was your visit to the new temple of Ma'at?"
"It went well," she responded, "A high priestess showed me around. She says she's looking to take an apprentice soon, preferably a young one. Someone about my age."
"Good," he sighed, "Well, at least something good came out of today. Your brother went off on one of his moods again at the marketplace. He saw a scribe beat one of his servants at the marketplace."
"And his guards wouldn't allow him to step in and make it stop?" Takhat answered, having becoming entirely desensitised to such atrocities. Many Egyptians kept servants, and they regularly dished out corporal punishment to the ones who didn't do as they were told. Corporal punishment wasn't something that Takhat personally agreed with, but she had no power to stop it. Even if her father were to make it illegal, it would still happen.
"Yes, I'm afraid," the pharaoh answered, "It's awful that such things happen, but he will be the morning, and the evening star someday, so we cannot let him put himself in danger like that. The gods would not allow it."
He leant against a large statue of Horus, sighing. "Even though your brother has no interest in the throne."
Takhat shook her head. "Father, I know I've said it a thousand times, but if Abasi doesn't want to become king, then why can't I take the throne?" she began, "You've seen how I handle our people. They like me, and they like my ideas for how to make Egypt a better place. With the power in my hands, I'll make sure nobody ever suffers, not even the servants!"
Her father shook his head. "Takhat, you must understand, you becoming queen isn't what the gods intended," he sighed, "I know that you are far more suitable for the role than your brother. Believe me, I wish that the gods had chosen you, instead of him, but he was born first, thus, he must become the morning and the evening star, when I pass into the next life."
"Father..."
"The gods chose him," her father repeated, "Even as pharaoh, I am not allowed to question their will. It would bring disaster upon my people, upon Egypt, if I were to disobey them. You know the tales, Takhat."
The princess bowed her head. The priests had told her, over and over, about how when the gods were angry, they could destroy entire civillisations. One had almost decimated Egypt in its entirety, until the other gods had gotten her drunk.
"Besides," he sighed, "What kind of pharaoh would I be if I shook my own people's faith in their gods? In the beings who watch over us, who heal us when we become ill, who send us on our journeys to the next life?"
"I understand, father," Takhat responded, "I'll see you at dinner."
"Wait, Takhat, there's something you need to see before you go," he ordered, holding out a strange jewellery box, "The high priestess told me to give this to you. She told me that it would grant you extra protection from the gods."
He opened the box, revealing a strange item, which Takhat studied with an almost childlike curiosity. It had a large gold cobra's head, with lapis lazuli eyes at the front, and a long, thin leather strap. It looked far too long to be a pendant, and it wasn't thick enough to be a collar, so it was a mystery as to what it was.
"It's called a miraculous belt, apparently," the king continued, "Here," and he fastened it around his daughter's waist, with the cobra sitting at the front.
"It's...It's beautiful."
"Be especially careful with it," her father warned, "The high priestess told me that it would bring disaster upon Egypt if you were to ever lose or break it."
"I will, Father," she answered, "I won't let anything happen to it."
"Good. Now, I have some official business to attend to," he answered, "You and your brother need to be ready for dinner by sundown."
"Understood, father," she replied, before heading away, to sit outside, silently observing her kingdom from the palace grounds. Memphis was a sprawling city, with stone buildings and market stalls and stables and craftsmen and farmers as far as the eye could see, decorated with all sorts of statues depicting the gods. And then, just out of sight from general public view, were the pyramids. The houses of the dead kings and queens from ages past.
"It's a beautiful sight," she said aloud, sighing, as a faint breeze passed through the city.
"It is indeed, my lady."
Takhat turned around, thinking that a servant had come to fetch her, but nobody was there. She looked ahead on the city again, thinking that it was just her imagination, but when she did, a strange, vaguely cobra like creature popped out from her belt. A cobra. A cobra from a priestess responsible for Wadjet, the cobra goddess of Lower Egypt...
"Is this...Are you a messenger of Wadjet?"
The creature shook its head. "I'm not a godly creature, Princess," it replied, "Ok, I am, but I'm not one of your gods. I'm Najaa, and I'm the kwami, or quantic god, of royalty. A pleasure."
Takhat's eyes widened, when the creature claimed to be another god. It was impossible for other gods to exist in Egypt. The only gods she knew were the ones honoured by her father, and by the priests...Or so she'd have thought. The high priestess couldn't have been worshipping other gods...Could she? She wouldn't commit such blasphemy, or so she'd thought...
"Blasphemy! I will not accept the blessing of any gods other than the ones of Egypt!" Takhat cried, "How dare the high priestess betray my father, and the gods like this!"
"No, no, it's ok, there's no blasphemy going on," Najaa assured her, "Look, my kind, and your gods coexist, see? They want us to be with you. They want us to give you our power, so you can protect Egypt."
Takhat raised an eyebrow. "Protect Egypt? I'm the princess, it's my job!" she scoffed, "Alright, it's actually my father's job, but someday I'll be queen, and then it'll be my job. If anyone threatens my people, I can send soldiers out to fight them!"
Najaa shook her head. "Trust me, the people you have to fight aren't villains you can take out with soldiers," she replied, "They're like nothing you've ever seen before, and they don't care that you're the princess. They want revenge, and they don't care who gets caught in the crossfire."
Takhat's face fell. "If I can't fight them with soldiers, then what am I supposed to do?"
Najaa pointed to her belt. "That's where we kwami come in. I'm going to give you my powers of flight, purification, and paralysis, to fight the people who threaten Egypt. And the high priestess is going to give more miraculouses, that is, jewellery like your belt, so we can build a team of heroes to save Egypt. All of them are gonna have their own unique powers, like the ones I'm gonna give you."
"So, how do I use my powers?"
"To transform, you have to say, Najaa, Strike Out," she began, "To fly, just think of how high you wanna go, and where, and then let my power do the rest."
"Ok, and what about the other powers?"
"If you say, 'Cobra Bite!' and push the plungers of your daggers, you'll spew out a venom strong enough to paralyse your foe," she continued, "But be careful how you use it. Once you do, you'll only have a few minutes before you de-transform."
"Got it."
"And to purify an enemy that's been possessed by an akuma, you have to inject it with purifying venom from your daggers," she finished, "Then, they'll go back to normal."
"What's an akuma?"
"They're butterflies created by the butterfly miraculous," Najaa explained, "The butterfly miraculous user senses people who get upset, and send akumas to them, to give them superpowers. It's supposed to be used for good, however, someone's been using it for evil. Your mission is to find out who's behind the attacks, and stop them."
"Got it," Takhat said affirmatively, "As queen, and as a hero, I cannot let anything threaten my kingdom! But I suppose I should try practicing with my powers, so I can get ready for when I find one of these akumas."
"Before you do, I have to tell you about a few basic rules," Najaa said quickly, "Rule number one, never use your miraculous for evil. Rule number two, after you've used my cobra bite power, I have to eat to recharge, so always keep a snack on hand for me. And rule number three, no-one, aside from your fellow heroes can know your real identity."
"Got it," Takhat replied, inhaling sharply, "Najaa, Strike Out!"
The princess was lifted into a raging sandstorm, and in an instant, her grand dress and collar disappeared. Her dress was the first thing to change, turning into a tight black gown, with a platinum collar, bearing chrysoberyls and ameythysts cut into a cobra design. Her sandals simply took on a black colour, and became bordered top and bottom with the stones.
Takhat took a moment to admire herself, as soon as she was done. The outfit was beautiful, much more so than the one she'd had on previously, bit she wouldn't stop to play dress up with it for long. Egypt was under threat from these 'akumas', and she had to get good at using her powers soon.
"Ok, so, let's try flying," Takhat said aloud. She thought she'd start with something simple, like going up the fig trees in the palace grounds. She'd climbed them a hundred times when she was a child, mostly to sneak snacks between meals. She still climbed then now, if she wanted some peace and quiet, or if she just wanted a fig.
"Right. Er, Najaa, fig tree," she said aloud. Nothing happened.
"Fig tree--Agh!"
The princess cried out as she shot up into the crown of the tallest tree, becoming entangled in the branches. She scrambled for a landing spot, eventually settling on a sturdier branch. This flying thing was going to take a bit of work...
The high priestess, meanwhile, slipped out of the palace, alone, with a strange-looking jewellery box in her hands. Now that the princess had her miraculous, it was time to go and distribute the others...
Rules:
1.) Remember, we are in Ancient Egypt. So, only era-appropriate outfits and names allowed.
2.) Be reasonable in battle. If you're controlling a villain, don't make it so that only your attacks work against them. Don't finish every battle, and don't steal the spotlight from the others all the time. This is an RP, not your personal story, and I will not tolerate people who put others down just because they want to be the hero. No excuses.
3.) Goes without saying, but no Mary Sues.
4.) Your miraculous must be original. No clones of canon characters or powers.
5.) This is gonna be a pretty dramatic story. There's going to be explicit depictions of blood, physical abuse, character death, and a big reveal, so, that being said, do not join if you are offended by such material.
6.) No pity-baiting. No having your character get seriously ill, injured, or kidnapped, so that the other players are forced to stop to give you sympathy and attention, unless it is plot related, and even then, there is a limit. I'll show you an acceptable illness/injury/kidnapping situation, vs a pity-baiting one:
Acceptable:
Character becomes suddenly very ill, because they are suffering from a chronic or terminal illness, which is an important part of their story
Character gets injured after a long, difficult battle
Character gets kidnapped by an akumatised person who has a special kind of grudge against them, which runs deeper than 'they upset me'.
Not Acceptable:
Character suddenly becomes ill, but they get better, miraculously, as soon as everyone in the RP drops what they are doing to give them attention. The illness is not important, and never bought up again
Character gets injured for no good reason, and again, is miraculously better when everyone's attention is drawn to them
Character gets kidnapped by villain with no particular grudge against them, and demands to be rescued immediately, even though the other players are in the middle of something better, and/or plot related
7.) Aside from this, standard RP rules apply
Are we clear? Good! Now, before you post anything in the discussion, add 'Bananas' to beginning of your post, so I know that you have read the rules:
https://pokecharms.com/threads/miracles-in-memphis-discussion.20025/
Name: Takhat, otherwise known as Princess Takhat The Third
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Occupation: Princess of Egypt (Most teenagers were either apprentices, or they went to trade schools, if they didn't have jobs already)
Appearance (Normal): Takhat is tall and dark-skinned, and wears a chin-length black wig (Most Ancient Egyptians shaved their heads and wore wigs, especially the upper class), with a gold headband, which bears a cobra-shaped ornament at the centre. She wears a sleeveless, floor-length white gown, with her miraculous around her waist, with a gold collar, adorned with lapis lazuli stones. She wears brown leather sandals, also adorned with two large lapis lazuli.
Appearance (Transformed): Takhat gains a tight, calf-length black gown, with a platinum collar, decorated with amethyst and chrysoberyl. Her sandals turn black, and bear a similar design. Her belt becomes thicker, and the head of her cobra turns purple, and the hood turns white, and splits into six, to signal time until powerdown, and she has a holster for her weapons, thin, silver fang-shaped syringes.
Alignment: Wadjet
Kwami: Najaa
Animal: Black-necked spitting cobra
Miraculous: Belt, with a cobra-shaped buckle
Weapon: Silver syringes. They can be thrown like throwing knives, or used in hand-to-hand combat.
Superpower: Cobra Bite. Using it allows her to temporarily paralyse an enemy, by throwing a blast of venom at them
Other abilities: She is able to release victims from Hawk Moth's control, by injecting their bodies with an antidote from her syringes. However, she cannot fix the damage done by akuma attacks. Her mode of transportation is flight.
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It was early evening when Takhat had returned, just as the sun was setting, and the palace priests were beginning their prayers. There had been a panic at the marketplace that day, and several nobles had been attacked by a mysterious masked slave, so the priests had their hands full, praying to all of the gods to not let it happen again.
As usual, her brother, Abasi, was arguing with her father about official duties. Being the first-born child of the royal family, Abasi was destined to become the next pharaoh, but he wanted absolutely nothing to do with the throne. He wanted to get out there and help the lowest people on the rungs of society. He wanted to fix things for the poor and the sick, not fritter his days away in decadence, ignorant of all of those below him, like their grandfather had. He wanted to get out there and go with the priests and the doctors, and treat the ones who couldn't afford medicine for free, instead of letting them die, like their grandfather. He wanted to live among the people of Egypt, understand their struggles, not silently observe them, and delegate solutions to their problems to his servants, like their father, Pharaoh Seti The First did.
"How can you tell the poor what's best for them, when you don't even know what their lives are like?!"
"Abasi, I've sent men out there to recruit more farmers. I've forced the baker women to lower the price of the market stall's bread. I've lowered taxes on everything. I'm doing my best, but you have to understand that I have more than just one group of my people to think about!"
"But they're the ones you should be thinking about the most! You should be getting out there, and seeing your people, not looking down on them from your throne! You're no better than any of those other stupid nobles!"
"Abasi, don't give me that!"
Takhat shook her head at the display. It was true that a lot of the nobles of Egypt looked down on the poor like they were nothing more than camel dung, and refused to acknowledge their struggles, and even as Pharaoh, Abasi didn't want to be associated with them. With her brother unwilling to take the throne, Takhat had decided that she wanted the job. Takhat was determined to prove to everyone, the poor especially, that there were nobles out there who cared about their struggles. She wouldn't be the kind of pharaoh her brother hated; it wasn't in Takhat's business to fritter her days away in decadence, and watch as her poorest people suffered. She could be the best queen that Egypt, no, the world had ever known. She'd make sure that none of her people ever went hungry, or homeless, that none of them were ever without doctors and priests when they needed them, that none of them would know hardship of any kind. She knew, deep down, that she could make the greatest civillisation in the world even greater, if only her father would give her a chance.
After what seemed like forever, Abasi finally seemed to back down. He left their father with a simple, "I'll see you at dinner," before a servant escorted him to his quarters.
Takhat cleared her throat quietly as she entered the room. "I have returned, father."
"How was your visit to the new temple of Ma'at?"
"It went well," she responded, "A high priestess showed me around. She says she's looking to take an apprentice soon, preferably a young one. Someone about my age."
"Good," he sighed, "Well, at least something good came out of today. Your brother went off on one of his moods again at the marketplace. He saw a scribe beat one of his servants at the marketplace."
"And his guards wouldn't allow him to step in and make it stop?" Takhat answered, having becoming entirely desensitised to such atrocities. Many Egyptians kept servants, and they regularly dished out corporal punishment to the ones who didn't do as they were told. Corporal punishment wasn't something that Takhat personally agreed with, but she had no power to stop it. Even if her father were to make it illegal, it would still happen.
"Yes, I'm afraid," the pharaoh answered, "It's awful that such things happen, but he will be the morning, and the evening star someday, so we cannot let him put himself in danger like that. The gods would not allow it."
He leant against a large statue of Horus, sighing. "Even though your brother has no interest in the throne."
Takhat shook her head. "Father, I know I've said it a thousand times, but if Abasi doesn't want to become king, then why can't I take the throne?" she began, "You've seen how I handle our people. They like me, and they like my ideas for how to make Egypt a better place. With the power in my hands, I'll make sure nobody ever suffers, not even the servants!"
Her father shook his head. "Takhat, you must understand, you becoming queen isn't what the gods intended," he sighed, "I know that you are far more suitable for the role than your brother. Believe me, I wish that the gods had chosen you, instead of him, but he was born first, thus, he must become the morning and the evening star, when I pass into the next life."
"Father..."
"The gods chose him," her father repeated, "Even as pharaoh, I am not allowed to question their will. It would bring disaster upon my people, upon Egypt, if I were to disobey them. You know the tales, Takhat."
The princess bowed her head. The priests had told her, over and over, about how when the gods were angry, they could destroy entire civillisations. One had almost decimated Egypt in its entirety, until the other gods had gotten her drunk.
"Besides," he sighed, "What kind of pharaoh would I be if I shook my own people's faith in their gods? In the beings who watch over us, who heal us when we become ill, who send us on our journeys to the next life?"
"I understand, father," Takhat responded, "I'll see you at dinner."
"Wait, Takhat, there's something you need to see before you go," he ordered, holding out a strange jewellery box, "The high priestess told me to give this to you. She told me that it would grant you extra protection from the gods."
He opened the box, revealing a strange item, which Takhat studied with an almost childlike curiosity. It had a large gold cobra's head, with lapis lazuli eyes at the front, and a long, thin leather strap. It looked far too long to be a pendant, and it wasn't thick enough to be a collar, so it was a mystery as to what it was.
"It's called a miraculous belt, apparently," the king continued, "Here," and he fastened it around his daughter's waist, with the cobra sitting at the front.
"It's...It's beautiful."
"Be especially careful with it," her father warned, "The high priestess told me that it would bring disaster upon Egypt if you were to ever lose or break it."
"I will, Father," she answered, "I won't let anything happen to it."
"Good. Now, I have some official business to attend to," he answered, "You and your brother need to be ready for dinner by sundown."
"Understood, father," she replied, before heading away, to sit outside, silently observing her kingdom from the palace grounds. Memphis was a sprawling city, with stone buildings and market stalls and stables and craftsmen and farmers as far as the eye could see, decorated with all sorts of statues depicting the gods. And then, just out of sight from general public view, were the pyramids. The houses of the dead kings and queens from ages past.
"It's a beautiful sight," she said aloud, sighing, as a faint breeze passed through the city.
"It is indeed, my lady."
Takhat turned around, thinking that a servant had come to fetch her, but nobody was there. She looked ahead on the city again, thinking that it was just her imagination, but when she did, a strange, vaguely cobra like creature popped out from her belt. A cobra. A cobra from a priestess responsible for Wadjet, the cobra goddess of Lower Egypt...
"Is this...Are you a messenger of Wadjet?"
The creature shook its head. "I'm not a godly creature, Princess," it replied, "Ok, I am, but I'm not one of your gods. I'm Najaa, and I'm the kwami, or quantic god, of royalty. A pleasure."
Takhat's eyes widened, when the creature claimed to be another god. It was impossible for other gods to exist in Egypt. The only gods she knew were the ones honoured by her father, and by the priests...Or so she'd have thought. The high priestess couldn't have been worshipping other gods...Could she? She wouldn't commit such blasphemy, or so she'd thought...
"Blasphemy! I will not accept the blessing of any gods other than the ones of Egypt!" Takhat cried, "How dare the high priestess betray my father, and the gods like this!"
"No, no, it's ok, there's no blasphemy going on," Najaa assured her, "Look, my kind, and your gods coexist, see? They want us to be with you. They want us to give you our power, so you can protect Egypt."
Takhat raised an eyebrow. "Protect Egypt? I'm the princess, it's my job!" she scoffed, "Alright, it's actually my father's job, but someday I'll be queen, and then it'll be my job. If anyone threatens my people, I can send soldiers out to fight them!"
Najaa shook her head. "Trust me, the people you have to fight aren't villains you can take out with soldiers," she replied, "They're like nothing you've ever seen before, and they don't care that you're the princess. They want revenge, and they don't care who gets caught in the crossfire."
Takhat's face fell. "If I can't fight them with soldiers, then what am I supposed to do?"
Najaa pointed to her belt. "That's where we kwami come in. I'm going to give you my powers of flight, purification, and paralysis, to fight the people who threaten Egypt. And the high priestess is going to give more miraculouses, that is, jewellery like your belt, so we can build a team of heroes to save Egypt. All of them are gonna have their own unique powers, like the ones I'm gonna give you."
"So, how do I use my powers?"
"To transform, you have to say, Najaa, Strike Out," she began, "To fly, just think of how high you wanna go, and where, and then let my power do the rest."
"Ok, and what about the other powers?"
"If you say, 'Cobra Bite!' and push the plungers of your daggers, you'll spew out a venom strong enough to paralyse your foe," she continued, "But be careful how you use it. Once you do, you'll only have a few minutes before you de-transform."
"Got it."
"And to purify an enemy that's been possessed by an akuma, you have to inject it with purifying venom from your daggers," she finished, "Then, they'll go back to normal."
"What's an akuma?"
"They're butterflies created by the butterfly miraculous," Najaa explained, "The butterfly miraculous user senses people who get upset, and send akumas to them, to give them superpowers. It's supposed to be used for good, however, someone's been using it for evil. Your mission is to find out who's behind the attacks, and stop them."
"Got it," Takhat said affirmatively, "As queen, and as a hero, I cannot let anything threaten my kingdom! But I suppose I should try practicing with my powers, so I can get ready for when I find one of these akumas."
"Before you do, I have to tell you about a few basic rules," Najaa said quickly, "Rule number one, never use your miraculous for evil. Rule number two, after you've used my cobra bite power, I have to eat to recharge, so always keep a snack on hand for me. And rule number three, no-one, aside from your fellow heroes can know your real identity."
"Got it," Takhat replied, inhaling sharply, "Najaa, Strike Out!"
The princess was lifted into a raging sandstorm, and in an instant, her grand dress and collar disappeared. Her dress was the first thing to change, turning into a tight black gown, with a platinum collar, bearing chrysoberyls and ameythysts cut into a cobra design. Her sandals simply took on a black colour, and became bordered top and bottom with the stones.
Takhat took a moment to admire herself, as soon as she was done. The outfit was beautiful, much more so than the one she'd had on previously, bit she wouldn't stop to play dress up with it for long. Egypt was under threat from these 'akumas', and she had to get good at using her powers soon.
"Ok, so, let's try flying," Takhat said aloud. She thought she'd start with something simple, like going up the fig trees in the palace grounds. She'd climbed them a hundred times when she was a child, mostly to sneak snacks between meals. She still climbed then now, if she wanted some peace and quiet, or if she just wanted a fig.
"Right. Er, Najaa, fig tree," she said aloud. Nothing happened.
"Fig tree--Agh!"
The princess cried out as she shot up into the crown of the tallest tree, becoming entangled in the branches. She scrambled for a landing spot, eventually settling on a sturdier branch. This flying thing was going to take a bit of work...
The high priestess, meanwhile, slipped out of the palace, alone, with a strange-looking jewellery box in her hands. Now that the princess had her miraculous, it was time to go and distribute the others...
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