One day in the Egyptian palace, in the desert, the shining day, you were in the palace wandering the halls, confused, you don't know how you got here..

"Hello, Mortal, what brings you to my palace?"

A male voice echoes through the room, you turn around to see a figure of a human sitting on a pitch held by slaves, A man with long brown hair in color but with golden locks and a mark of the sign of the sun on his forehead, his glowing gold eyes, and his Egyptian clothing, worthy of a God