"-you say this, yet you have no evidence of which to back your theory Thutmose, how can you say that the Gods are real, that the Gods are alive, this is beyond mere faith, this is obsession running into delusion!"

"I say to you the Gods are real, not as Celestial Beings as you would have them be, not even personified through the Pharoah, but beings with such power as to make mortals... well... mortal."

"And you claim to have glimpsed this with your very eyes?"

"My very eyes..." Thutmose stared at the priest who returned his gaze with derision.

"The Pharaoh will declare you are possessed if you truly wish to mention this to him, if you do raise it, I hope for your sake you find some evidence."

"Worry not, I am working on it."

He bowed his head and left the room.

Thutmose left the temple and stepped into the searing light. Before him lay his great City, the merchants tirelessly working under the baking sun that glistened of the Nile. Thutmose made his way to one, purchasing two red apples.

His path took him along the river, here he followed the fisherman, occasionally chatting to them about affairs and the Gods. He found their beliefs differed. Some spoke of Hathor the goddess of love, dance and alcohol, but here in Thebes, we knew her to also be the Goddess of the dead. it was intriguing to study such areas were others duly avoided, knowing full well that it showed flaws.

Eventually he reached a small house. On the roof stood a boy of his own age watching bread cook. Finally the loaf dropped off the stove and the boy victoriously picked it up. Before he retreated to his home, the boy looked around and found Thutmose.

The boy jumped off the roof and landed nimbly on the ground.

"Can I help you Thoth?"

"I do wish you wouldn't call me that, it is highly disrespectful..."

"Isn't it you who claims the Gods are real?" he asked slyly, giggling to himself, "I've decided, I will back you up, but I want protection. I don't want others to know lest I be harrassed as a God or seen with fear, you'll understand my reservations on such matters," I nodded in agreement. As cavalier and hot headed as Awi was, he was still intelligent.

"Thank the Gods, I was afraid you would say no."

"No need to thank me," he winked and took a chunk of the bread, handing it to me. I took a bite and sat down on the edge of the Nile.

The End

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