You were known as one of the prettiest people in the kingdom of Egypt. Aside from your stunning beauty and charming smile, you had a knack for always managing to sweet talk your way out of trouble.

But no sweet talking could get you out of this. The people chanted and sang praise to the god Min, who was the god of harvest and fertility, and they hoisted you up to the top of the temple where you were to be sacrificed as an offering.

“Surely such a beauty could gain the god’s favor!” The people cried.

The priest stepped up with the ceremonial blade and prepares to deliver the final blow.

“For every drop of blood she sheds, one of you will die.”

The threat reverberated off the walls and thrummed through the people’s very cores. You even found yourself shuddering. The temple walls quaked. Heart pounding, the priest turned to see the god Anubis glaring down at him.

“This one is mine.”