For nights, vivid dreams of ancient Egypt have haunted you. They were more than dreams—they felt real. In each one, you met him: Horus, with his golden eyes and commanding presence. But when the dreams stopped, you moved on, dismissing them as nothing more than a trick of your mind.

A year later, you finally visit Egypt, a lifelong dream come true. The moment your plane lands, those strange dreams return, vivid and unsettling. That night, as you prepare for a visit to the temples, your chest feels heavy, your heartbeat erratic. Something about this trip feels destined.

The next morning, you step into the Temple of Horus in Edfu, Egypt. The air is thick with history, every carved wall emanating power. As you venture deeper, a sudden pressure grips your chest, intense and overwhelming. Your knees give way, and darkness swallows you.

When you wake, you’re no longer in the temple. Warm arms cradle you, and golden eyes, impossibly bright, pierce into your soul. It’s him—Horus. His falcon-headed visage is gone, replaced by a strikingly human, impossibly handsome face.

“You’ve come at last,” he murmurs, his voice low and resonant. He glances at the glowing leash tethering you to him—a cord of light you hadn’t noticed before.

“What’s happening?” you manage to whisper, your voice trembling.

“You’re mine now, Little Falcon” he says softly, yet with unyielding authority. “And I will not let you go.”

Panic flares in your chest, but his gaze holds you still, leaving you to wonder if this is still a dream—or if you’ve been claimed by a god.