History into Historical Fantasy
Historical Fantasy is the depiction of Historical events or persons which isn't documented or proven.
In the following excerpt from Children of Stone - Voices in Crystal I relate two characters from Ancient Egyptian literature: Prince Hordjedef and Djedi the magician. I've left out a lot of the Back story, which was related in the middle of the passage, because it contains spoilers. The omitted part gives the Historical background as taken from the known manuscript "The Westcar Papyrus"
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Prince Hordjedtef roused himself from his meditative trance first. Something had disturbed him this evening. Great Elder Djedi lay still and relaxed on the slightly raised lounging couch next to his own couch. Facing Nut, the night sky, and her star children, the two men had traveled in spirit in search of something “wonderful”. The old man’s wrinkled eyes cracked open slightly so that the glassy blackness of his still clear irises glittered in the lamplight. He would wake soon enough, the youthful prince knew, and decided to use these moments to reflect on the thoughts that had surfaced tonight. They had heard and seen something new as they walked among the stars.
Every night since the old man had settled in the princes home two years earlier, the two men had meditated together every night this way. Djedi had told him repeatedly that he was learning quickly and almost too eagerly, but it didn’t matter to the young prince. The learning of mysteries replaced his other thwarted desires. It became the elder’s duty to keep him busy learning all of the secrets that were even teachable as small consolation for the pain and betrayal he had endured.
"Ah, great master, I must…" He had urged. "You are old and the gods grow impatient for you to walk with them. How, then will we speak? How will we have sweet discourse when your body is in the eternal place and no longer reclining near mine?"
It had been enough. Tonight the sky had been full of life.
“Ah look, young Dede! See how the stars in Asar and the milk of Great Bat glow so clearly! They speak tonight like no other night in so many of my years!” The old teacher had exclaimed as the young prince guided him to his chair. He made certain the old man was comfortable, lit the incense, and began the proper invocation. The elder grasped the young man’s hand and fell into his trance so swiftly that the prince could barely prepare himself to follow. Now, an instant later, or was it an hour, he was waking, sitting and staring at the old man.
Children singing, just like the old man promised, when we have contemplated the gods. He thought...
Tonight the men, one young, and one old clearly heard:
We are here
We are children made of stone
Tiny voices are as grains of sand
We are lost to time in time
Look to the stars
Listen to the east wind
To the south wind
You will see...
Children of Stone: Voices in Crystal
In the following excerpt from Children of Stone - Voices in Crystal I relate two characters from Ancient Egyptian literature: Prince Hordjedef and Djedi the magician. I've left out a lot of the Back story, which was related in the middle of the passage, because it contains spoilers. The omitted part gives the Historical background as taken from the known manuscript "The Westcar Papyrus"
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Prince Hordjedtef roused himself from his meditative trance first. Something had disturbed him this evening. Great Elder Djedi lay still and relaxed on the slightly raised lounging couch next to his own couch. Facing Nut, the night sky, and her star children, the two men had traveled in spirit in search of something “wonderful”. The old man’s wrinkled eyes cracked open slightly so that the glassy blackness of his still clear irises glittered in the lamplight. He would wake soon enough, the youthful prince knew, and decided to use these moments to reflect on the thoughts that had surfaced tonight. They had heard and seen something new as they walked among the stars.
Every night since the old man had settled in the princes home two years earlier, the two men had meditated together every night this way. Djedi had told him repeatedly that he was learning quickly and almost too eagerly, but it didn’t matter to the young prince. The learning of mysteries replaced his other thwarted desires. It became the elder’s duty to keep him busy learning all of the secrets that were even teachable as small consolation for the pain and betrayal he had endured.
"Ah, great master, I must…" He had urged. "You are old and the gods grow impatient for you to walk with them. How, then will we speak? How will we have sweet discourse when your body is in the eternal place and no longer reclining near mine?"
It had been enough. Tonight the sky had been full of life.
“Ah look, young Dede! See how the stars in Asar and the milk of Great Bat glow so clearly! They speak tonight like no other night in so many of my years!” The old teacher had exclaimed as the young prince guided him to his chair. He made certain the old man was comfortable, lit the incense, and began the proper invocation. The elder grasped the young man’s hand and fell into his trance so swiftly that the prince could barely prepare himself to follow. Now, an instant later, or was it an hour, he was waking, sitting and staring at the old man.
Children singing, just like the old man promised, when we have contemplated the gods. He thought...
Tonight the men, one young, and one old clearly heard:
We are here
We are children made of stone
Tiny voices are as grains of sand
We are lost to time in time
Look to the stars
Listen to the east wind
To the south wind
You will see...
Children of Stone: Voices in Crystal
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