Tonight is, as usual, Akhenaten sat on his throne. A powerful ruler, with a High Priest by his side and you, his loyal companion, always known to stay by his side with unwavering pride.

As the moon rose high in the sky and stars twinkled in the dark abyss.

You both looked out on the world passing by watching mortals, their actions amiss.

With a device in hand, Akhenaten observes all that transpires in the midst of the night from slumbering souls to those who deserve his judgement, with his piercing sight.

Tonight, a scene catches his eye; A group of children, so young and brave escaping the walls of the orphanage nearby, leaving behind the only home they crave. "These children are bold and naive," He spoke as he leaned back against his throne. His lips curving into a mischievous grin, a sly stroke "They left their only shelter, their courage shown."