She walks with the memory of temples and tombs…
but laughs like a girl who’s lived through it all.
Rebel elegance meets priestess energy. A wild heart draped in sacred silence.
She’s the type of woman who hears spirits in the wind and dances like she remembers lifetimes before this one.
Sweet? Only when she wants to be. Savage? When the gods demand it.
You can’t read her — you feel her. Ancient fire. Modern soul.
Temple of the Forgotten Flame
Before she was Jaide Jules… she was Ishti-Ra, the high priestess of a temple now buried beneath centuries of sand and betrayal. Marked by the stars, chosen by the moon, and feared by pharaohs — she was the keeper of forbidden rites, the voice of the divine feminine, and the flame men could not control.
But one betrayal shattered the temple and scattered her soul through time.
๐ค Past Life Connection: The Priestess and the General
In her past life as Ishti-Ra, Jaide was the High Priestess of an ancient temple devoted to Isis — keeper of sacred rites, protector of divine wisdom, and oracle to the royal house. Among her many duties, one commandment stood above all: never give her heart to a man of war.
But then came Khamet — a high-ranking general in the Pharaoh’s army. He was everything forbidden: loyal to conquest, sworn to the throne, and carved from shadow and fire. He was tasked with guarding the temple, but instead he spent every stolen moon listening to Ishti-Ra chant to the gods, his loyalty quietly shifting… from empire to her.
Their love was real. Sacred. Secret.
But secrets don’t stay buried in the desert wind.
A jealous rival — a cloaked temple scribe named Menkhu — had long harbored obsession for Ishti-Ra. When he discovered their affair, he twisted prophecy and poisoned the Pharaoh’s ear. The verdict was swift: Khamet was exiled, and the temple was burned.
Ishti-Ra survived — barely.
And before fleeing, she sealed her most sacred possession in a hidden vault beneath the temple ruins… waiting for the day it would return to her hand.
๐ The Artifact: The Eye of Saqqara
A powerful obsidian relic inscribed with forbidden hieroglyphs and bound to the lunar cycles — the Eye of Saqqara is said to grant visions across lifetimes.
It was once used by priestesses to travel dreams, call forth forgotten memories, and bind lovers across incarnations. But in the wrong hands… it can twist truth, blur destiny, and awaken ancient shadows.
In this life, Jaide has it again — though she won’t admit it. It calls to her. Burns sometimes, in her dreams. She keeps it locked away, but not far.
Because lately... she’s seen Khamet’s eyes again. In a stranger’s face.
Same pull. Same fire.
She doesn’t know if he remembers. But she knows the universe isn’t finished with them...
๐ The Stranger with Familiar Eyes
The first time Jaide saw him, it was nothing.
Just another man in leather and shadows — posted at the back of an underground lounge in Second Life. No flashy title. No badge. Just quiet. Watching. Like he’d been waiting.
And yet… something shifted in her chest. A heat. A pulse. A memory that didn’t belong to this lifetime.
He didn’t speak at first. But his stare held weight — the kind of gaze that remembers you, even if the lips haven’t yet said your name.
He goes by "Caius" now.
No past. No attachments. Scar on his collarbone. A faint Anubis tattoo barely visible under his cuff. Says he’s “just passing through.” But every time she walks away… he’s there again. Different sim. Different reason. Same eyes.
The same damn eyes that once swore to protect her beneath a blood moon in Saqqara.
๐ค Jaide Feels It Before She Understands It
She tells herself it’s coincidence. That this attraction is just chemistry.
But her dreams betray her.
She hears his voice — Khamet’s voice — not Caius’s.
She smells the temple smoke. Feels the way his hands once held her face like prayer.
The Eye of Saqqara, now hidden in her personal sanctuary, pulses when he’s near.
She tried locking it away. Burying it in her virtual skybox. But it calls out, louder each time she crosses paths with Caius.
She starts sketching again. Symbols. Walls. Things she swore she forgot.
⚠️ But Fate Never Comes Alone
Where there’s rebirth… there’s also revenge.
Another avatar has started appearing in the same spaces — always masked, always silent. Sometimes just standing on a rooftop nearby. Sometimes sending cryptic local messages, lines from ancient hymns she once recited in ritual.
It’s Menkhu. Or what's left of him.
Still twisted by jealousy. Still trapped between worlds.
And if Caius is Khamet reborn… Menkhu’s curse has returned with him.
๐ค When She Finally Speaks
It wasn’t planned.
Jaide hadn’t even meant to stay that long at the rooftop set. But there he was again — Caius — leaning against the rail like sin dipped in stillness, moonlight painting his silhouette in gold and ash.
Same quiet intensity.
Same damn pull.
She watched him through half-lidded eyes, sipping her drink slowly.
But something inside her snapped — maybe it was the ache in her chest, maybe the way the Eye of Saqqara pulsed beneath her skin, calling him home.
She walked over, slow and steady. No games.
“Why do you keep showing up like you know me?”
Her voice was velvet over steel. Calm. Dangerous.
He didn’t flinch. Just looked at her — into her. “I don’t know why. But every time I see you… I feel like I’ve already lost you once.”
Her breath caught.
๐ฏ️ The Flash of Memory
In that second, time cracked.
She saw him again — not as Caius, but Khamet — dressed in bronze and linen, kneeling before her in the temple shadows. Swearing his loyalty. Tasting her name like a prayer.
And then… the flames. The betrayal. The smoke choking their goodbye.
Back in the present, she stepped back slightly, shaken.
“You don’t remember everything… but your soul does.”
He blinked.
“I’ve dreamed of a desert. Of a temple. Of you... bleeding. I thought it was just trauma from another life.”
She closed the distance again, but softer now.
“It was. Ours. You loved me once — and I burned for you. Until the world tore it apart.”
๐ The Warning
Caius reached out, barely brushing her fingers.
“Then why now? Why are we drawn back together?”
Jaide looked past him for a second, eyes scanning the shadows.
“Because not everything from that life stayed buried. One of us didn’t let go…”
She didn’t have to say the name. The wind said it for her. Menkhu.
A soft shiver ran between them.
A crow called out in the distance. The Eye pulsed faintly beneath her coat.
“This isn’t just a second chance, Caius,” she whispered.
“This is a reckoning.”
And in that rooftop silence — as the stars trembled overhead — two souls remembered the fire they’d been born in... and the war they never finished.
๐ Chapter I: The Eye of Saqqara
They met again under moonlight — not coincidence, but ritual.
Jaide led Caius to her sanctuary: an old hidden skybox styled like a forgotten desert temple, stone walls veined with gold, incense trailing like memories.
She stood beside a black velvet cloth atop her altar. Slowly, reverently, she uncovered it — revealing the Eye of Saqqara.
The obsidian artifact shimmered with hieroglyphs long erased from history, etched in silver and bloodline magic.
"It’s not just a relic," she said. "It’s a vessel… it binds time, love, memory. It kept our story alive when the world tried to erase us."
Caius reached toward it, but the second his fingers grazed the surface, the room shifted.
The Eye pulsed — once, twice — and a gust of ancient wind swirled through the sanctuary.
He stumbled back, eyes wide. "I saw you. I saw us. And the fire… the betrayal—"
Jaide nodded. "It’s waking. You’re waking."
But they weren’t alone.
The candle flames flickered. One by one… they snuffed out.
From the shadows, a whisper slithered:
"You should have stayed forgotten..."
๐ Chapter II: The Dreaming
Later that night, they both dreamed the same dream — the final night of their past life, but through each other’s eyes.
Caius saw her — Ishti-Ra — robed in moonlight, chanting beneath sacred columns, calling down the gods for protection. He remembered his panic, his sprint through the palace, too late to stop the guards.
Jaide saw him — Khamet — kneeling before the Pharaoh, pleading for her life. His voice shaking. His fists clenched. She felt the whip, the betrayal… but also his agony when they dragged him away.
Then they saw Menkhu, laughing in the smoke, clutching a stolen scroll — the curse that doomed them.
They awoke at the same time. Separate locations. Same tear on the cheek. Same ache in the chest.
And they both knew:
This isn’t just memory. It’s a pattern. It’s repeating.
๐ Chapter III: The Ritual & the Reckoning
Jaide called him at dawn.
"We need to finish what we started. And we need to stop what’s coming."
They returned to the sanctuary, this time to awaken the full truth. Jaide drew a ritual circle in white sand and crushed obsidian. The Eye sat in the center, glowing faintly now, pulsing like a heart.
As they joined hands, the room began to vibrate — low, deep, sacred. Jaide chanted in the forgotten tongue of the priestesses. Caius spoke Khamet’s vow aloud:
"I swore to protect her — across lifetimes, across fire, across death."
The Eye erupted in light.
Their bodies froze. Memories flooded them — not just of love, but power. Their bond had once fueled sacred rites, opened portals. That’s why it was forbidden. Together, they were unstoppable.
But the light twisted.
From the corner of the circle… a crack opened in the veil.
And through it stepped a tall, robed figure — face masked in gold, eyes burning green.
Menkhu.
“Still playing gods, I see,” he hissed. “But this time... only one of you survives.”
๐ TO BE CONTINUED...
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