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In the lifetime preceding the The Ta’ali-Lyran I was a female slave, from which I got the antipathy towards male sexual energy that I still have today. In that lifetime I found myself in an Egyptian setting, a culture that probably originates in the stars and found its version in "our" Egypt. In the court where I resided people wore a lot of gold and black dresses, and I had to deal with unsavory characters with thick eyeliners. I had been groomed for that role and as a teen lived with the confusion of being supposed to like something that I didn't and with people pretending to be nice, but weren't. Not entirely without empathy, they were, but having to choose between my integrity and their petty interests, they chose the latter. There was one woman that was quite vocal about her opinion that I didn't belong there and at some point I started to refuse. I was sent to a prison, which was a rather large space with a sandy floor and I was chained to a wall. The fine, dirty sand was abrasive and infected my skin, so I got a small blanket to lie upon and dug a small gutter around it to keep the sand out. Although in chains, for the first time in my life I felt free and in control. It caused a silent stir in the court when they realized that I'd rather spend my time on my little blanket than in their luxurious dwellings and I was assigned to the harem of a woman, likely the same as previously mentioned. There, a young woman, who was not a slave, fell in love with me and I got into a relationship with her, a period of true happiness. Another girl was jealous and started to insult me and spread gossip. My girlfriend was furious and took the matter up with the "mistress". She rebuked the girl, but, confronted with the consequences of our class difference and how vulnerable that made her, my girlfriend ended our relationship. The jealous girl then complained in the court about the way she had been treated over a slave girl, which affected the political position of the mistress, who decided I had to leave. Still concerned with my feminine integrity, she freed me from servitude so I could no longer be legally molested.

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