Chapter Two: (The Envoy)
"Amentet? What is this…?"
Osir began to look around cautiously, then suddenly realized—he was a stranger in this mysterious place.
He had no idea where he was, nor where he should go. But one powerful urge pushed him:
the desire to understand what was happening to him.
Was this a strange dream or a real reality?
He found no answer—except to run aimlessly until his legs gave out.
Exhausted, he decided to rest in a forest blanketed with thick fog, where the soil seemed to carry a strange weight.
After hours of rest, Osir stood up and took a deep breath, lost in thought—when suddenly, a powerful blow struck the back of his head, and the last thing he saw was the trees and fog fading… as if dissolving into the air.
Osir opened his eyes slowly.
The first thing he saw was a mass of thick black hair—dark as storm clouds.
Then, his expression froze, filled with shock and confusion, as he looked around and said:
> "W… who are you?"
He turned to his right and saw a tall, thin man whose glowing yellow eyes shone like embers in utter darkness. His yellow hair gleamed like sunlight.
The girl replied calmly:
> "I'm Lenora, and this is my brother, Loki."
A moment of silence passed before Osir asked:
> "Alright… but why am I here?"
Loki answered firmly, as if he'd been waiting for that question all along:
> "You… are the Boy of the Prophecy. The Envoy."
> "Envoy? What do you mean?"
Loki explained with a clarifying tone:
> "Every so often, someone from another world—or rather, a completely different dimension—is transported here. And when they arrive, it becomes their duty to ascend as the King of Amentet."
Osir laughed mockingly:
> "Ha… and how exactly does that happen?"
Loki answered gruffly:
> "How it happens isn't your concern for now. I'll continue. You're also known as the Cursed One, because every envoy before you has died in a great battle."
Lenora screamed in anger:
> "Don't tell him that now! He's not ready yet!"
But Loki replied indifferently:
> "It doesn't matter. He'll know when the time comes."
Lenora stormed out of the room in silence, her anger weighing down the air.
Osir looked at Loki, eyes filled with fear and confusion:
> "Are you trying to tell me I'm going to die?
If that's what you mean—then I want nothing from you.
I just want to go back to my world."
Loki sighed slowly and said:
> "I'm only telling you what happened to the previous envoys.
I never said you would be like them.
And… there's no way back to your world."
Osir shouted in protest:
> "No! I don't want this—this is impossible!"
Loki replied seriously:
> "Even if you don't want it, you must do it.
You're meant to write history with me…
What's your name?"
Those words were the key to Osir's silent agreement.
Deep down, he did want this.
He wanted to become king… to be a legendary figure, like King Arthur and the heroes of old.
> "Osir… my name is Osir."
Loki smiled and said:
"Alright then, Osir."
Sometime later, in a dense forest wrapped in heavy branches,
Loki and Osir sat beneath the shade of a massive tree, discussing the affairs of kingship.
Osir asked excitedly, his eyes gleaming:
> "How will we convince the people? Surely they won't believe us."
Loki sighed and said with confidence:
> "That's impossible.
Everyone in the kingdom already knows about the prophecy of the Envoy—from the young to the old.
They don't need convincing—they already believe,
because the envoy brings blessings and fortune.
And even if he brings some destruction in the end, they see it as a fair trade."
Osir continued:
> "Another problem is… I might be the only one who doesn't believe I'm the Envoy."
Loki laughed and said:
> "It's impossible not to notice the mark.
The black raven symbol is imprinted in your right palm."
Osir replied in surprise:
> "Ah… I didn't even notice it."
Loki answered:
"That is the undeniable proof that you are the Envoy."
Then he added:
"Now all we must do is wait for the death of the current king, Ra.
Only then can we announce your reign.
But there's one obstacle—Ilmar, King Ra's son.
He never agreed to your rule, and with the help of Prometheus, he will become stronger and more popular—eventually surpassing us."
Osir asked curiously:
> "Alright… I get who Ilmar is. But who is Prometheus?"
> "He's the most famous figure in the kingdom—even more famous than the king himself.
He comes from the bloodline of the Cursed Rebels, who oppose any ruler they deem unjust.
And when they oppose a ruler—he is removed.
Immediately.
You must pay attention to this."
"How could they be more popular than the king?"
"Words. That family possesses a strange gift of speech and persuasion.
They can make the people believe that the envoy is a curse."
> "But why would they oppose me?"
> "They've held a grudge against every envoy.
The Fifth Envoy once ordered the extermination of their entire bloodline,
after their leader betrayed him and leaked secrets to the King of Amaravati,
leading to their defeat and the leader's death.
Luckily for them, the Fifth Envoy died before wiping out the whole bloodline.
And after his death, the sentence was lifted, under the claim that the source of judgment had perished."
> "So… I'm the Sixth Envoy?"
> "Yes.
And that's not in our favor—only 54 years have passed since that incident."
Osir asked anxiously:
> "So… they haven't forgotten what the last envoy did to them?"
> "Exactly."
> "Then what's the solution?"
Loki smiled confidently:
> "Leave it to me.
I'll have you on the throne in no time."
Six weeks later, Osir, Loki, and Lenora were walking through the kingdom's marketplace, buying supplies and clothing.
Suddenly, a man appeared in the middle of the crowd, screaming at the top of his lungs:
> "Disaster! Disaster!
King Ra is dead! King Ra is dead!"
He took a deep breath and followed with:
> "And Ilmar, son of Ra, declares himself the rightful king of Amentet!"
The voice repeated the phrase again and again, until everyone was sure of the king's death and Ilmar's coronation.
Shock filled the faces of Osir and Lenora.
But Loki—he looked like he'd been waiting for this moment.
Loki rushed into the center of the marketplace and shouted:
> "The Envoy has returned!
The Envoy has returned!
I, Loki son of Alexander, proclaim it—
The Envoy has returned!"
Then he pushed Osir forward.
The young man's face was full of tension, as he looked at the people's faces—
a mix of wonder and doubt.
Osir took a deep breath and said:
> "I know you're all shocked—but the truth cannot be denied.
I am the awaited Envoy.
I come not as a curse, but as a blessing.
To raise Amentet above all kingdoms of the earth."
The chants rose loudly—some supportive, some against.
Until someone shouted:
> "He's a fraud!
Where's the real mark?!"
Osir raised his right palm.
A wide smile spread across his face.
And the chants began again.
> "What a strange day."
> "Indeed.
The king died… then Ilmar ruled…
and minutes later—the Sixth Envoy appeared."
Inside the castle, a royal guard approached the throne room, knocking on the massive icy door.
A sharp voice answered—it was Ilmar, with short violet hair:
> "Enter."
> "Good, you're here.
I wanted to speak with Meron about the ice gates."
The guard replied nervously:
> "Sorry, my lord…
but a disaster has just occurred."
Ilmar said sarcastically:
> "A disaster?
In my first hour on the throne?
Lucky me."
The guard said, trembling:
> "The Envoy has returned—again."
Ilmar's violet eyes widened with shock:
> "What… did you just say?"