“Great and almighty Djoser.” A shorter than the average Egyptian man stood in front of the God king of Egypt, he unrolled his papyrus parchments in a great show then he said, “I present to you, the great Pyramid, as a resting place for your body till the day it is called back to Earth.”
The God king signaled to his chief scribe to take the plans from the short man.
After examining the plans for some minutes, Djoser raised his head and looked intently to the diminutive architect, then he said, “Imhotep, are touched by the Gods? Or are you one of them?”
Imhotep prostrated in front of the king, and he said from his awkward position, “I am but your servant, Great God king Djoser.”
“This is the work of no mere servant,” Djosar said with reverence in his voice, “rise Imhotep, for you shall sit by my side from now on as my counselor.”
Imhotep rose hesitantly, he licked his lips and said, “You bestow a great honor on me, one that I shall revere.”
“I am certain you will, Imhotep, friend to Thoth.” Djoser smiled a beatific smile as he called for his chief scribe, “Write this, we grant Imhotep all the resources he needs to build for us The Pyramid, and we shall ask of the people of Kemet to lend their hands and backs to the task, with handsome rewards in land and knowledge.”
The scribe finished his writing and turned to the king, “Shall we put it in markets or on temple doors, Almighty Djoser?”
“Place it on both, we want all the people to share it before the sun sets on Kemet.’ Djoser signaled to his scribe, and the scribe ran from the throne room to comply.
“Tell me Imhotep,” Djoser signaled for Imhotep to come closer, “how long will take to finish your great creation, the pyramid?”
“Nigh to twenty years your holiness,” Imhotep spoke in a low voice as his head bobbed up and down trying not to look the god king in the eye. “If i have enough labor.”
“You shall have that,” Djoser said with a smile. “Please stop trying to avert your gaze, you are no longer a commoner, you are counselor to me.”
“Of course, your holiness.” Imhotep fought to stay erect.
“You may go Imhotep,” Djoser dismissed the architect, then he added to his retreating form, “Be here as the sun rises.”
“Of course, your holiness.” Imhotep turned once and ran out.
Some minutes later, Imhotep met a similarly diminutive man near the outskirts of Thebes.
“Inform the council of purples that plan went ahead,” Imhotep said to the other man. “The king agreed to build the structure, and conviniantly it would be placed on top of the ruined gateway to Agartha.”
The other man nodded, then said, “So, you will be here for the next twenty years?”
“I don’t know, maybe more, the king made me his councilor.” Imhotep sighed. “I think I will have to stay till he dies, at least.”
From Another World
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So that’s why the pyramids were built. I always wondered what was the point of them.
Not only the pyramids, for the entire month of March, I will be posting short stories where the Agarthans meddled with our history.
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