The Crest Chronicles
You may have heard of Faith Crest and all of the things she may have done. There are many countless versions of this person, but I will tell you about the true Faith Crest. Despite seeing her in many dimensions, there is after all, only one of her.
If you wish not to see torture, pain and sorrow, I advise you turn away now and read no more of this tale that I shall tell you. I have discovered the story behind Faith Crest and now I will tell of this story to you, my friends. This fantasy tale speaks of such an innocent girl who wields unimaginable and unbearable power. She is ... Faith Crest.
In this tiny fraction of the Crest Chronicles, we shall explore Faith's past life. From what we know, her ancient self was only known as Amarra. She was born under the name of Amarra, but she changed her name to Nephitaty. She lived in Ancient Egypt in a time where great powers wanted to compete for control of the earth. But nevertheless, she was always Amarra no matter if she changed her name.
But is the past really important for the present and for the future? It is very important indeed to know of one's ancient self to proceed forward with their life. The past is sacred and I shall tell you the tale of Amarra, Faith's past self ...
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Chapter 1: Birth of an Angel
In the underground chambers of a sacred temple enriched with its gold bricked walls, a woman of middle age was in unbearable pain. She was holding on to the hand of a young boy who looked about nine or ten years old. He was tall for his age, bore brown eyes and short brown hair. A girl stood next to him and she was only young herself, probably about four years old. She was the average height for her age, had green eyes and black long hair that touched down to her hips. They were supporting this woman through her long and difficult pregnancy.
"Ramus," whispered the woman. "You ... you have your father's ... a-appearance."
"Mother, do not act like it is the end," said the boy, who was indeed called Ramus. "We will protect you from the world and I shall make sure of it! Myself and Isis will look after you, dear mother!"
The girl, who was called Isis, looked up at her older brother and buried her face in his white rag top. Ramus stroked his younger sister's hair whilst he held on to his mother's hand, which was gripping his own tighter than ever. And so, Ramus thought to himself for a moment. Mother, if you will not survive this, then I promise we shall look after our sibling. He turned to the servants also helping her during this pregnancy.
"Can you not do something?" he yelled.
"Master Ramus, we are doing all we can," said one servant, whose head was wrapped in a turban. "There is a high chance that the lady may not survive through this. I am sorry, my master. But it is ... the truth. This pregnancy has been taking its toll on the mistress. If she does die, then you shall inherit the temple, Master Ramus."
The prospect of receiving a whole temple from his family shocked Ramus. He was only ten years old, his father had died only a few days ago, his mother was definitely going to die and now he was going to inherit the temple that had been passed through their family since the dawning of time!
"Sereku," said Ramus. "Are you meaning to say that this temple shall be ... mine?" He said the last word with a whisper. It was a shock and a curse for him to be going through this. "You are wrong! My mother shall survive this!"
"Master Ramus, please," said Sereku, the servant who had been speaking to Ramus. "You are the oldest sibling in your family and therefore, all shall be passed to you should your mother die and there is a high risk that she shall fall to this pregnancy. However, you will have a new responsibility to hold at the same time. You promised to look after her, did you not? That would mean looking after your new brother or sister. You will not have to look after him or her all the time, but show your support and we can do this, my master."
"Ramus?" said Isis lowly. "Is mother going to die?"
Ramus looked down at his little sister, Isis, as he still clung on to his mother's shaking hand. He would soon know when she would die. His eyes showed of fear and depression. It would get worse if his mother would die. Shifting his eyes from Isis to Sereku, he answered his sister's question.
"I know not the answer, Isis," he replied. "However ... she will be in a better place." He looked at her again and then bent down to his knee to Isis's height. "She will be with father and we will have a new responsibility to take on, Isis. We must look after our new sibling. You do understand? Mother will leave us a great person for us to cherish and love."
"We shall have a younger brother or sister to play with?" smiled Isis as she asked her question. She was such an angelic person to look upon with her golden eyes and her big wide smile. Ramus found himself admiring Isis for the person that she was and the beauty she had inherited from their mother. "If we do, then the three of us can play together!"
"Yes, Isis," answered Ramus. "We shall have someone else to play with when they get to your age. I am going to look after both of you if mother goes to that better place I told you about. She shall be protected by Osiris and Horus, including all the gods. They blessed her with beauty and they shall bless her with peace when she gets there. So, Isis ... prepare for what is about to come. Prepare for our new sibling. Go and get the blankets! Hurry, Isis!"
"Master Ramus, perhaps one of the servants should go and -" began Sereku.
"You really think I want my little sister to witness the death of our mother?" he said, glaring at Sereku. "It is not right for her to see this. Please, mother. You shall not die, you shall live!"
The servants began to crowd around the woman and Ramus knew that the time had come.
"It is time, mother! Our new sibling is coming," he whispered in her ear. "We need one last push of energy to release it. I promise you, mother. Once it is done, you may hold your new child and be at peace."
"R-Ramus ..." shivered his mother. "You are very noble and w-wise. Protect your family and raise them well." And with that, she let out a cry. It was a desperate cry of pain to end this suffering that she had endured for so long now. Ramus was left only to offer his support and hold her hand. He looked like in pain himself as her grip on his hand was really hurting him. Crying and screaming for one last time, a baby's cry was heard. The servants wrapped the baby in a blanket and Ramus's mother let go of her son's hand.
"You have done it," said Ramus. "You have prevailed and give a life for another."
Sereku handed the baby to the woman and she held the child in her hands. "It is a girl, my mistress," he said to her. "She is so beautiful. I remember the momentous day that you were born, my lady. Your eyes ... they are so similar and innocent. We shall now leave you to your rest, my mistress." And within saying that, he and the other servants left the chamber leaving Ramus alone with his mother ... and his newborn baby sister.
"I ... this is my sweet daughter?" whispered the woman. "Sereku is ... right. She has the same eyes as myself, do you not see? A name ... a name ..." She was running out of energy.
"Save your life force!" said Ramus. "You can choose a name once you have rested and are well, mother. I shall take care of my sister with Sereku, I give you an oath to that."
"No ... my fate has been ... sealed ..." she panted. "I know her name ... it shall be ... Amarra. It means ... eternity. She shall live on for ... eternity. Ramus ... please ... take care of Amarra ... love her as her mother would do so ..."
"You must rest now," advised her son, taking the baby Amarra from her and cradled her in his arms. "Please, mother. You are running out of your own energy. Please! Consider this for your daughter!"
"R-Ramus ... this is my fate ... it has been sealed ..." whispered his mother. "L-Look after ... Amarra ... love her the way as ... I ..." But then her eyes were closed and her hand dropped from the bed.
Ramus knew that she was dead right away, although he had not wanted to intially admit it. "M-Mother ..." he whispered as the tears streamed down his face. "You gave your life up ... so that you could give life ... to Amarra ..."
But then suddenly, Amarra started glowing. Putting her on another bed, Ramus watched as small angel wings spurted out of her back. His eyes widened. His mouth was half open as Isis walked into the room.
"Is that ... oh, my ..." she gasped as she fell to her knees and bowed down.
"It must be," said Ramus. "One person would eventually become it. I would never think that this day would come now. This is a holy day." He bowed down also and kept his head bowed down also. "She has come. It was foretold that she would come. Our own Angel is here ..."
No sooner did Sereku and the other servants came into witness the power that Amarra wielded with just those angel wings in her back. Her small body kept on glowing with the light surging deep within her mind, body, heart and soul. "A holy day," whispered Ramus. "It is here."
It was the next day that the family and servants went up to the surface level of the town in Ancient Egypt to mourn the death of such a beloved mother. Many had attended this funeral or sending as it was called back then. Ramus held Amarra in his arms as she was wrapped around in a blanket fast asleep. Many people had come to also see the special child that she was. They had wanted to see the child that her mother had given life to and allowed to live. As the last few people left, Ramus and Isis stood there looking at the tomb of their mother.
"She truly has gone, has she not?" said Isis.
"She truly has gone, but she will be blessed with the eternal peace," said Ramus. "She can now rest and be with her love." He smiled and looked down at Isis. "Come, Isis. I will look after you and Amarra. Together, we shall be a happy family and play with Amarra when she has become of your age, Isis. Come now, we must go back to the temple."
He had already been granted the title of owner of the temple that they had been living in for so long. Ramus allowed Isis to be warm by his purple robes when she wanted some comfort. He would let her feel his comfort as she silently mourned for her mother with eyes of sadness and sorrow. For now, Ramus knew he would have to look after his newborn sister, Amarra. But even from looking at her bright eyes, he knew she was a special child already.