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You found yourself on a floor of sandstone. The bright sun was almost blinding until your eyes adjusted. Standing up, you looked around and was lost for words. You were standing in a gigantic throne room, on some sort of elevated platform. Looking around, you became even more confused, grapes the size of beach balls, and a goblet as tall as a house!
Your eyes caught some movement on the far side of the room, titanic men and women, dressed quite lightly and like… Like Egyptians! Infact, now that you got the people to put you into perspective you realised that you were in some kind of gigantic Egyptian palace, maybe a bad dream, but you weren’t sure.
“Great Merciful Divine Queen. Ruler of upper and lower Egypt, Friend of Rome, and protector of Egypt. We bring you gifts! Slaves and offerings of shrunken folk for you.”
You looked towards the centre of the room and saw a woman bowed down completely on a carpet, her face in the ground as she put a golden box Infront of her, filled with… tiny people! You could just barely hear their screams and see their forms flail around inside the cramped golden container.
“We hope this offering of gifts will be to your liking, oh Merciful divine queen!”
You looked towards where the woman was speaking, and just a few hundred yards from you, or a few feet for a normal person, sat a woman dressed in golden garbs, wearing a circlet of gold as a crown. She looked bored.
“I accept your gifts, now, get out of my sight!”
The lady that had brought the offering stood up, bowed, and turned around to leave, leaving the dozen or so people in the box on the floor. A quick look from the woman on the throne was enough, as a servant quickly went and picked up the box
“Deposit them in my room, I’ll decide what to do later. Was that the last visitor?” the woman asked one of her servants, who promptly responded
“Yes Merciful divine queen Cleopatra”
“Good, That means I can turn my attention back”
Her eyes locked on you as she moved her hand towards the table, with no further word or reaching her hands grasped towards you, you closed your eyes in fear and anticipation for your imminent doom. A few seconds passed however, and you still didn't feel anything. Opening your eyes, you saw the woman eating a handful of grapes, still eyes on you
“To this one… A pathetic little….”
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