Aida and Radames

Aida and Radames

Aida, a fictional princess of Kush (pictured left), is the titular protagonist of an opera composed by the 19th century composer Giuseppe Verdi. In the opera an Egyptian warrior name Radames (right) captures her in one of the many wars between Egypt and Kush, but nonetheless they fall in love even as Aida’s people plot a rebellion against Egypt and the Pharaoh’s daughter has her own eyes on Radames. It’s almost like an Egyptian take on Romeo and Juliet hybridized with a love triangle and Stockholm Syndrome. Oddly enough, not even the latter aspect prevented the opera from being adapted into a Disney musical in the modern day.

Ahmanet Attacks

Ahmanet Attacks

This is my interpretation of Ahmanet, the mummified Egyptian princess who’s going to be the titular monster in the upcoming Mummy reboot (the one with Tom Cruise). Originally I thought she was going to be Mesopotamian since certain sources said the reboot would place her in Iraq (another name for the Mesopotamian region), but one of the more recent trailers indicates she’ll be ancient Egyptian after all. But then, I’m not aware of Mesopotamians mummifying their dead the way Egyptians did.

Azanian Beauty

A lovely young maiden from ancient Azania, a region of East Africa stretching from Kenya to Tanzania along the Indian Ocean. The name comes from ancient Greek and Roman texts, which locate a great marketplace called Rhapta along its coast. Later, during the Middle Ages, Azania would see the rise of the Swahili city-states which had commercial links as far across the Indian Ocean as China. This woman could probably represent the Swahili people’s pre-Islamic ancestors, although her attire here (including the nose piercing) comes entirely from my imagination.

Offering to the Aten

Offering to the Aten

Inside a dark chapel with only a narrow aperture to let in the sunlight, the Egyptian Queen Nefertiti makes an offering to the sun god Aten.

Although the main Egyptian solar deity was Ra, another variation on the same theme was an entity known as the Aten which rose to prominence during the reign of the Pharaoh Akhenaten (Nefertiti’s hubby). Akhenaten even went as far as abolishing the traditional Egyptian religion in favor of an almost monotheistic fixation on the Aten. Not only did this not sit well with the “orthodox” Egyptian priesthood, but Akhenaten was a horrible ruler who let his people suffer and whose reign weakened Egypt’s once mighty 18th Dynasty. Nonetheless, some scholars have speculated that Akhenaten’s concept of the Aten might have inspired the modern monotheism of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam (although this is not certain).

Neolithic West African Huntress

Neolithic West African HuntressThis is a character for whom I have a background and even a storyline (almost) mapped out, but I’ve yet to choose a satisfactory name for her. She lives in West Africa circa 5000 BC, in an alternate timeline where non-avian dinosaurs never went extinct. Her people have begun settling in villages and cultivating crops, which would place them at a “Neolithic” level of technology.

As for the character herself, she’s a huntress who’s fiercely protective of her younger brother to a fault, as he’s the only family she has left since both their parents died. On the other hand, her brother craves independence and a chance to prove himself as a hunter, even if it means breaking himself free from his sister’s watch. The rest I won’t spoil in detail, but suffice to say they both find themselves in very deep trouble in this savage world of dinosaurs and tribal warfare.

Egyptian versus Sumerian

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An Egyptian and Sumerian warrior confront one another in the dusty thick of battle. So far as I know, there’s no historical record of the Egyptian and Sumerian civilizations coming into conflict with one another, but pitting warriors from different cultures against each other is always fun.

Also, normally Sumerian warriors would wear cloaks with discs of metal armor sewn in, but I eschewed that since it would cover too much of my Sumerian warrior’s anatomy. I’ll just say he flung it off for greater mobility or something.

Aterian Woman

Aterian Woman

Here we have a fine female specimen of the Aterian culture, a Paleolithic culture which thrived in northern Africa from 145,000 to 30,000 years ago. They would have been Homo sapiens (or anatomically modern humans), and the material culture they left behind is characterized by distinctive tangs on their stone tools and the use of shell “beads” for personal ornamentation. You can see one example of a tanged Aterian point as the centerpiece of this chick’s necklace.

The Peril of Kush

For the first time in his life, Teriahi laid one foot upon the summit of Amun’s Mount. His leg wobbled under the burden of nervous shame the instant his leather sandal contacted the sandstone. Only royalty and priests could set a single step atop this ancient plateau, the first outcropping of land the Creator had drawn up from the floodwaters of primordial chaos. Any mortal commoner, even a captain of the armies like himself, would profane this hallowed ground with his mere presence. So had maintained generations upon generations of tradition.

Nonetheless, desperate times called for desperate measures. And seldom before had times been so desperate for the people of Kush. Amun, in all his divine wisdom, must have understood that. And indeed, despite Teriahi’s worst fears, the Creator had not dissolved his leg or inflicted any other punishment for his trespassing. He sighed in relief.

His soldiers marched behind him, some equipped with gleaming bronze spears and ox-hide shields, others with the bows and quivers of arrows that were the pride of the Kushite nation. The hides of lions and leopards, the ruling predators of the desert, fluttered in the wind over their linen loincloths. They would need all the bravery of those beasts, and then some more, for the battle that awaited them.

After them followed a procession of priests with shaven heads and leopard-skin mantles, beating frame drums and chanting hymns to Amun as they ascended the steps carved into the Mount’s side. They formed a circle around an alabaster altar that stood in the precise center of the summit, burning its brightest white under Ra’s late morning sunlight. Their leader Seb, the wizened High Priest, cast an anxious glance at Teriahi even as he sang beside his followers.

Teriahi winked with a smile. Deep inside, he shared the High Priest’s doubts, but this was his strategy they were carrying out. He had to display some form of confidence.

Four Egyptian slaves, whose deep mahogany-brown skin was one shade lighter than the pure ebony of most Kushites, hauled a tied-up calf onto the altar. These youths would have been captured in one of the many skirmishes between Egypt and Kush, and many in the royal council had insisted that it was Egyptian sorcery at work that periled the kingdom now. But they would first have to lure the peril in to find that out. Teriahi watched as the slaves cut open the calf’s flank with a sacrificial knife, putting it out of its lowing misery, and letting the blood and entrails leak onto the altar and stink up to the heavens.

They waited. The priests continued their drumming and chanting, aided by the Egyptians rattling their sistra, while Teriahi and his soldiers crouched behind the limestone columns that ringed around the altar. The solar barge of Ra sailed to its zenith in the sky, burning almost as hot as the flames that had bombarded Kush and devoured so many men, women, and children. Including Teriahi’s own.

Even hotter burned the pain of his losses, and his desire for vengeance.

Gold glimmered in the cloudless sky, and a shrill screeching roar answered the priests’ summoning chants. Teriahi unslung his bow and fetched an arrow. The priests silenced their music to scatter back from the altar, but his heart thumped much as their drums had.

With a whooshing dive, and a sweep of giant bat-like wings that could have blown the braided hair off everyone’s scalps, the peril of Kush landed before the altar on Amun’s Mount.

It craned its serpent’s neck downward to sniff the gutted calf with a crocodilian snout, swishing its spiny lizard’s tail behind. Its scaly armor shimmered bright gold and blue as it bent down to gorge on the carcass, tugging away strips of flesh which it swallowed whole. The horns twisting from its head were those of a gazelle, and the claws of its hind feet resembled a falcon’s. The whole beast must have been built from the parts of other animals, as if someone had mixed them together in a sorcerous recipe. It was, as the councilors had claimed, the spawn of hybrid magic.

Teriahi placed his arrow against the grip of his bow and pulled the string with slow, silent care. He aligned the arrow’s barbed head with the spot above the creature’s eye, aiming for the brain. The bow wavered in his sweating palms, and the string creaked in his fingers. The stone of the column Teriahi leaned against chilled his skin worse than midnight.

He let go. The arrow flew into the base of the creature’s horn.

The pupil in its reptilian eye shrank to a tiny slit, and the beast released a shrieking cry that pierced through Teriahi’s eardrums. Throwing up its wings and pushing itself back into the sky, it sprayed from its maw a torrent of fiery venom that descended all over the plateau. Men screamed out their lives beneath the roar of the flames that consumed them. Even Teriahi himself had his skin seared off in streaks across his body.

He collapsed onto his knees wincing from the pain that gnawed away at his strength. What remained of his soldiers volleyed their arrows and spears at the monster as it flew in a circle overhead, continuing to decimate their ranks with more jets of fire. The entire summit of Amun’s Mount had turned black with charred rock and burnt corpses.

That reptilian demon could not desecrate such sacred ground and get away with it. Nor could Teriahi let it wipe out the fine generation of soldiers who had served beside him, much less all the other people of Kush. He had already seen too many lives taken away from him.

Somehow, he had to put out the brute’s fire. Or stop it from coming out in the first place.

With tears pouring from his eyes, Teriahi forced himself back onto his feet and slipped out another arrow from his quiver. He drew it back against his bow while the flying monster veered to face him, jaws agape with a roar. The roof of its mouth swelled aglow with fire.

Again, Teriahi let go. This time, the arrow struck the beast right in its swollen gland.

The explosion engulfed its head with the very flames it had used to destroy so many of its victims. Shrieking shriller than before, it thrashed and squirmed like a fish on a harpoon, swatting its wings, as the burning spread all over its body. Once the fire had covered the entire creature, it crashed down onto the Mount as an enormous skeleton of blackened bones that splintered on impact.

Sweaty and racked with pain and exhaustion, Teriahi heaved out a deep breath. “What in the name of the gods was that?”

Seb, High Priest of Amun, laid a hand on his shoulder. He smiled with the half of his face that hadn’t been singed off. “I believe that is a dragon, a monster created through hybrid magic. But I know not whom it was that sent it after us, or why.”

With a sizzling hiss, the dragon’s bones dissolved into streams of smoke. In their place lay the naked body of a man with tawny brown skin, a color too light for a typical Egyptian or Kushite. With his hooked nose and thick beard of loosely curled black hair, he appeared to have come from one of the easterly races, such as the Arabs, Canaanites, or Babylonians. Yet branded into his shoulder was a string of Egyptian hieroglyphs.

“He must have been a slave of the Egyptians,” Seb said. “Probably a sorcerer working at the Pharaoh’s behest.”

“Then we know whom we will fight next,” Teriahi said, clenching his fists.

The easterner’s chest rose with a groan, and he opened his eyes with a few blinks. Teriahi grinned. If his people could capture this man as the Egyptians had captured him, they could find a use for him too. Once a terrible peril of Kush, he could become its strongest ally.

Egyptian Smiting Scene

Smiting Scene

Among the oldest and most persistent motifs in ancient Egyptian art are portrayals of the Pharaoh smiting his enemies. The exact enemy nation being subdued would vary from image to image, as would the exact means of violence, but the propaganda’s essential message would remain the same across the millennia. In this emulation of mine, the victim is some guy from the Middle East, but rival African kingdoms (such as Kush, further up the Nile) were also fair game for the Pharaoh’s wrath if they rubbed him the wrong way.