An Egyptian Tale

ALL ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES, and the Gods of Egypt are not above paying the price for their mistakes.

Amun-Ra created a detrimental situation when he fashioned three alluring amulets. Izzi-Ra (Iz-Eye-Rah), the Princess of Egypt, finds herself linked to the forbidden amulets, along with a scrawny, lower-class boy named Neenho (Nino), who is from the traitorous village outside of the kingdom. The two quickly find themselves in a power struggle with the Gods of Egypt. Together, they join forces with some peculiar characters. All are tethered in a powerful disarray of lies, secrets, and chaos as they embark on the journey of a lifetime through Egypt, where power, magic, and the Gods originated, to find the amulets and discover who the Princess of Amun-Ra was.

A MESSAGE FROM THE PRINCESS-

The Amulets of Princess Amun-Ra was just a tale told throughout Egypt. I couldn't care less about some old gems. Parties, gold, silk ... I have the blood of the gods coursing through me, being that I am the Princess of Egypt, and my father is Pharaoh, the only earth god.

Ahket, the season of flooding, has passed and the yearly Peret games are underway. The royals in Asir have a lot to celebrate, and the arrival of our greatest allies has the kingdom in a jovial state of mind. But not me. Prince Kade's arrival is just another ploy of my father's. With the arrival of my 13th birthday, it seems I am to marry the prince.

Distraught, I attempt to take my life but surprised when, instead, I find new strength. I run away and straight into a young male who belongs to the traitorous village on the outskirts of the kingdom. My perfect world comes crashing around me. The young male, Neenho, and I have he'ka-light!

Between the forced marriage and the magic, a dangerous man is after me and the young male to destroy us for our light ... and he wants the Amulets? We are thrown in a whirlwind of chaos, cursed mountains, and secret villages to unearth the Amulets. To top it all off, the gods fear Neenho and I and want us dead. Our own makers!

Well, happy birthday, Izzi-Ra.