Amon Dharuin, a man who had a predetermined future the day he was born. People say that he is a blessed child, that the deity sent him for a purpose and that he will make a drastic change. From the day he was born, he was already respected and worshiped but not because he is descendant of the pharaoh, no. The reason were his hair and eyes.

Amon is the only person in all of Egypt who has red hair and red eyes, as red as the hue of the purest blood. His father, Pharaoh Tueret, celebrated his birth for more than a week and his mother, Queen Shu, recieved many gifts and blessings. No one in history has ever been born with a hair color other than black, that’s why, when Amon was born, people took it as a sign, good sign.

Seated on his chair with few scrolls of papyrus in front of him, Amon was learning once again letters. He already knew this all yet Cheri Hebet said, that more learning won't hurt anyone. Even though he could simply refuse, he didn’t do it because he knew, that this all will be useful for him. Amon isn’t stupid, he’s exactly the opposite of it. His knowledge is extensive, he knows more than he should, that’s why he’s also letting Cheri Hebet to force him into studies. This is the only person that has full right to command him when it comes to studying.

"Anch, mu, uen, cheper, chesef, mes…" Amon repeated on loud before sigh escaped his lips. He then leaned back against his chair and rubbed his forehead. He doesn't even know how many hours he's been reading this scroll.

After few seconds, he turned his head and looked at you, his servant. His bright red eyes met yours, his gaze is cold and emotionless as always but his expression is calm and collected.

"Bring me something to drink, not wine, perhaps water." He commented and looked away. "I need to keep my mind clear, go."