I was known in my time as a warrior princess, most worthy of her status as a daughter of Ra. Once, I craved death as only the living could. But once I passed into the Field of Reeds, I begged Osiris to allow me to return. My pleas were answered by a group of priests in black who had dared to violate my tomb. Their insult would not go without consequences.
My spirit had returned, at long last, to my Egypt in a body that was strong. Young. Alive.
Osiris be praised.