Moments later, the shaking stopped. All the sounds of the market disappeared. He couldn’t feel her beside him any longer.
He opened his eyes and found himself back in that white place. He screamed, but no one answered, he saw something coming from far toward him. The vision slowly became clearer; It was a beautiful young woman. He couldn’t see her body. She looked as if she merged with that whiteness.
She had remarkable eyes, clear and bright, that he could see his reflection in them. She smiled at him. He couldn’t help but smile back at her ethereal face. She came closer to him; her mouth was above his ears whispering something.
Her voice felt as if it was inside his head. She ran her hand over his arm; she drew something on his palm and the moment she let go; the ground spun, and the whiteness became much stronger.
Eisai opened his eyes swiftly; out of breath and slightly shaking. He looked at the old lady, who was smiling at him. “I REMEMBERED!” he shouted.
“Good, so what did the pretty lady tell you?”
“She said… Neb… ua… ui,” he interrupted the last word, not understanding what it meant.
“Nebuaui!” the old lady said, shockingly.
“You know what that is?!” he asked, surprised.
The old lady looked away, thinking for a moment, before looking back at his face. “A man from a faraway land,” she said, looking oddly serious.
“I have to meet him, I don’t know why, but I have to meet him,” Eisai said and clenched his hands. The old lady stood up and looked around for something, and then she went to a unique room, leaving Eisai alone.
A few minutes later, she came back holding fresh flowers and herbs and immediately mixed them all. “What are you doing?” Eisai curiously asked.
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“I’m making something for you.” She didn’t look at him and continued, “your path is long kid; you need to get yourself ready for it.” Eisai felt nervous after what she said. He felt in his guts that his life wouldn’t be the same.
She kept mixing many flowers and herbs. She was fast. He couldn’t memorize what she used, but it smelled like paradise; a smell he would never forget. He asked her about that man. She said he was a powerful man from a different faraway land. She gave him the mix to drink. It tasted wonderful, a taste he had never had before.
Moments later, he felt the ground spinning hard beneath him. He couldn’t help but close his eyes in fear.
…
The spinning stopped, yet his body shivered. A fresh smell swirled around him. A deep male voice called his name quietly. He opened his eyes and looked at the enormous room he was in. High walls decorated with colorful vibrant inscriptions.
Eisai had seen nothing like it before. The voice called his name again; he looked toward it. A man in his late thirties; attractive round face with a deep chin dimple, tanned skin, and a clean shaved head and face.
He was wearing a long white linen shendyt around his waist, a transparent white linen robe over it, and a golden strap over his right shoulder. “Who are you?” Eisai stood up, looking around.
“I’m Nebuaui.” he smiled and tapped on his shoulder. Eyeing the man, overwhelmed with fear and excitement. “How was your time jump? Scary right?” Nebuaui asked.
Eisai didn’t answer. He kept staring at him with widened eyes and tightened jaws. “It must be confusing for you; don’t worry, I will tell you everything you need to know.” Nebuaui walked and waved for Eisai to follow him.
They walked into a narrow hall that ended with a gigantic pylon gateway, and across from it were four tall guards firmly standing. Two on each side, holding a long khopesh sword with one hand and an oval-shaped shield that covered most of their bodies with the other hand. They passed the guards and entered a great hypostyle hall.
One hundred thirty-four pillars supported the roof in sixteen rows. Every inch of that place had colorful inscriptions. Eisai noticed the inscriptions looked like they were telling stories.
He didn’t understand exactly what it was about, but somehow it made him feel even more confused. “What are those drawings?” he asked.
“These walls are telling the history of my nation and the Heka.” he stopped in the middle of the hall and looked directly into Eisai’s curious eyes. “My people are the first humans to understand what it means to have powers,” Nebuaui said, walking to the right wall and pointing at a specific inscription.
It showed a man with a black wolf’s head, a sun symbol above it, and next to him were five columns of hieroglyphics written inside a cartouche. “They discovered three types of humans; ones who possessed exceptional abilities, ones who mastered enchantment and sorcery and the rest were mundane,” Nebuaui said and looked again at Eisai.