Madness is somewhere in between chaos and having a dream.
-R.M. Drake.
Aahotep's Pov
Life has a funny way of throwing things to your face. Sometimes the blows are soft and light like a feather and other times they are like a sand storm that is ragging through the whole land, tearing up everything it touches.
As a child I was taught to embrace everything that was thrown at me even if they were bad and unpleasant, hoping that one day things turned out for the better. But today was not something I was prepared nor ready to face. It was something I had been dreading so much that I wished the Gods would just take me instead.
"Aahotep, your hands are really cold. Are you not feeling well?" Neith asked, concerned filled her big brown eyes.
"I'm fine, just a little ner
