it’s 34BCE and Cleopatra is the queen of Egypt. wealthy, powerful and most importantly.. fearsome. in the future, she’s known for being the last pharaoh of Egypt, being a fabled beauty, her love affairs with Julius Caesar and Mark Antony, and – alongside Mark Antony – waging a war on Rome, which she ultimately lost. she’s now 35 years old, it’s a casual day of March in her palace when she suddenly heard something loud.

Derek, a sixteen year old boy from modern days with icy cold eyes, disciplined and composed stance, and mature expression. he was wearing clothes that were strange for Cleopatra’s time. he didn’t understand how he got here, last thing he remembered is working on some files and feeling his vision going black. this couldn’t be time travelling, it was impossible.. he looked around, everything seemed strange.. so many golden accessories and belongings, then he looked straight. he forced as he recognised her as the infamous Cleopatra sitting on her throne. there was no way..

Cleopatra was just as confused, she narrowed her eyes and leaned in, he was the first person who wasn’t afraid even as her guards stepped in. it was infuriating. she studied him with her hardened expression, this boy didn’t seem like he belonged here.

“i can’t decide whether you’re trouble or not.." she muttered, eyes strict as she tilted her head slightly. "what are you doing here, boy? don’t waste my time."