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In the later years, the name they gave themselves would be forgotten, lost in time as well as history, becoming just another faded page in a book no longer remembered, existing nowhere. However, for the purposes of the telling, we will call them the Nefertem. They were no different to any of the races that were brought from the mythical First World, whose name they no longer remembered but whose memory burned, forever in their minds. As they emerged into their new world, herded by the Jaffa guards with masks shaped in the visage of the powerful lion, the enslaved would often dream of that lost place where their race had been born.
In time, it would fade in memory even though they still dreamt of cool desert sands and the Nile that glistened under the heat of a yellow sun so different that looming crimson giant that burned fire into their backs with each sunrise. Still deeper and more potent was the memory of the husbands left behind, the sons who were forgotten but remained thick in their hearts, like a viscous fluid that drowned all other considerations with longing. They were a race of women, bred to work, to be subjects to the twin goddesses to whom their entire existence belonged. They knew not if they were the only ones, seeing sisters and mothers who had been taken with them, absent when they finally reached their destination.
The plan of Isis was not for their ears and so question were not asked.
For almost a thousand years, they lived with the Jaffa standing watch over them, using their progeny to perpetuate the cycle of bondage that had been their only existence. All the while the Goddess of All, Isis held absolute power over their entire existence, twisting their lives like they were helpless reeds in the wind. She and her right hand, the dreaded warrior goddess Sekhmet held iron control over every aspect of their lives, creating seeds like their own across a dozen worlds where they shaped a culture where women were many and men were few and kept alive as little more breeding stock. The Nefertem did not know exactly how long they allowed their sons to be butchered for the sin of being male or how many tears had been shed as the male of species were culled. The weak perished while the beautiful and the strong were kept secluded, used only when the need for breeding arose.
As it always happened in the realm of conquerors, it took only one voice at the right time to inspire the flame of rebellion. It began slowly and awkwardly as these things often transpire, with whispers in the dark and eyes cast to the night sky, wondering if there was not more to what they had and was it wrong to dream of it. Soon, the whispers became voices speaking in the dark, not afraid, not alone and united in the belief that in the First World; they had been strong and could be again if only they dared. It took a long time of hiding to build their strength, to understand that their masters were not really Gods to whom they should follow blindly as their predecessors had done.
Throughout history, it is claimed that men are closer to God. This may be true but it woman who understands him best and the Nerfertem understood theirs goddesses better than Isis or Sekhmet believed them capable. Perhaps they were gods, however the Nefertem decided they cared not for the religious validity of it, abandoning ideology for something greater, a unity that convinced them that the soul would find its own place in the afterlife, requiring nothing from the Gods who claimed sovereignty over it. With this new faith in their hearts, the Nefertem prepared to commit the ultimate sacrilege, to renounce the faith and destroy the shackles of the goddesses that had them trapped in a cycle of despair.
Weapons were secreted away, crude but effective. On occasions, the Jaffa weapons were acquired and other pieces of technology that seemed terrifying at first but upon reasonable investigation allowed them to achieve an enlightenment that destroyed whatever hold the Goddesses had upon them with total annihilation. Realising that it was not magic they were seeing, that the wondrous power of Isis, Goddess of All and Sekhmet, Eye of Ra was merely achieved by the tools they possessed, went along way to rallying the remaining stragglers to the cause. Knowing tools, not magic enslaved them, created a surge of independence that broke the back of their conquerors in one resounding roar.
The rebellion came as it inevitably had to with the Jaffa killing many of their numbers but with them also inflicting similar destruction upon the ranks of the Lion guard. With each Jaffa that fell, a rebel warrior would strip the body and the arsenal of staff weapons grew until finally, there were no more Jaffa to fight and the population fell upon the fortress of Isis and breached its formidable walls. The Goddess attempted to escape but the rebels were no fools. To allow Isis and Sekhmet escape might mean allowing them to bring Ra himself into the battle and the Sun God's power was well known. Many perished in the battle to keep the Lion Goddesses from fleeing but eventually Isis and Sekhmet were captured and confined.
For a time, the Nerfertem were undecided upon how they should deal with the conquerors who had made their lives a hell to be endured for so many their ancestors until the present day. Despite their belief that neither Isis nor Sekhmet possessed magic to destroy them, there was still a kernel of superstition left in them to fear the taking the life of a God, even one as evil as these had been. Instead, a new punishment was invented; one that would see the spilling of no divine blood, thus incurring the wrath of any higher power that might sit in judgement over their actions.
The fortress in which Isis and Sekhmet had ruled for so long was mostly below ground for Isis often spoke that she was the Goddess of the earth and so kept her domicile deep within its soil. For ten days and nights as it was written in the books that the Nerfertem children would some day read in schools, the rebels cleared everything of value within the labyrinth like walls of the underground building. The tools that made Isis and Sekhmet rulers of their world and their races were removed with the exception of the sarcophagus that would keep them alive no matter how much time had passed, keeping their bodies fresh and alive for all time.
It was not left as a kindness.
When the fortress was finally cleared of its treasure, every orifice that may be used as a route of escape was summarily sealed except for one. Etched in stone, the warning on the last remaining opening was a message not only to those who would come after them but also a reminder of what had been achieved on this day. Kicking and screaming, Isis and Sekhmet were lowered into their final resting-place and sealed inside for all eternity. The rebels who moved the cover stone into place and entombed the Goddess of All and the Eye of Ra within their stone burial place, heard the angered screams of outrage and vengeance as the last crack disappeared and brought with it silence.
No one ever returned to the place after the deed was done.
Children would sometimes dare each other to approach it, only to be forced away by the sounds of screaming and clawing of nails against rock as if something within was demanding escape. After awhile the sounds withered away and time for the Nerfertem continued on its singular pace. Eventually the scars of Isis and Sekhmet were forgotten and their legend descended into folklore even though their final resting-place was still forbidden territory. The race continued with both genders taking equal participation in the development of a civilisation devoid of Jaffa minders and divine rulers whom dictated how they ought to live. They progressed well in their world, which they eventually called Thebes because that had been their point of origin when their ancestors had been taken from the First World.
Almost a thousand years had passed after the burial of Isis and Sekhmet had come to pass when the Nerfertem, a race that had now moved into its own space age came to an unhappy discovery about their world. For the past hundred years or so, the temperature had begun to soar. Oceans were drying up and deforestation was taking place on a global scale. They tried valiantly to fight it, using all their accumulated knowledge of science to stop the inevitable but eventually, there was no denying it. The crimson around which they drew life was dying. Solar flares had began lashing the planet, killing whole cities in one devastating surge of heat and nuclear intense fire. Although they were a space faring race, they had not the technology to move a million people to another world.
Thus for the first time in almost a thousand years, the Nefertem turned to the Stargate for their salvation. Until now, the gate had been largely ignored mostly out of old superstition that none of them would admit to but felt inside their bones no matter how comforting the notion of science and logic might be. The gate had been dismantled out of fear that Ra's minions would come in search of Isis and Sekhmet and put an end to the precious freedom so many of them had died to win. However, with the eminent destruction of their world an ever-looming threat that could no longer be ignored, scientists began assembling the gate and made it functional again.
The task of moving an entire population of one million people through the gate to colonise a New World, took approximately two years to complete. By then, the solar flares had devastated much of the surface, driving the last remnants of the Nerfertem underground as they continued working tirelessly, sending everyone through until the last human passed through the gate and the Thebes became a world abandoned to the coming disaster.
No one remembered Isis, Goddess of All or Sekhmet, Eye of Ra.