War was at least something he was familiar with. While many men shied at the thought of war, cried in the bosoms of their mother and shook in terror of what was to come, Narmer relished the feeling of polishing his armor and practicing with his weapons again. He had been sitting far too idle ever since returning to resume his position as the Head of Hei for his household, in place of his deceased brother. Narmer had been born to fight,not to deal with ledgers and numbers, books and money. Numbers escaped him, but dealing with brute strength, fighting techniques and hard work? That Narmer could do.
Yet, he could not go into it without a heavy heart these days. For he knew if something were to happen to him, it would leave his brother's family in the exact same rut as he had come back to just two years prior. If Na'meah managed to work the household's finances to the sorry state it was that after two years, he still could not salvage much of it, what would happen to her if he also left to join the ranks of the dead? Kissan wasn't ready, at least not yet. He had all the bravery of a young teenager, but none of the level-headedness needed to lead the household. He still wished to one day pass the Head of Hei position back to Kissan as his brother would've wanted, but even he knew his nephew wasn't ready.
So he came to the temples.
The God of the Sun, but also the King of the Gods, he was the one Narmer often turned to when he wished for something. He would pray to Set as well, and already had his offerings ready, but it was to the sun god that the Haikaddad leader now kneeled in prostate form, giving his prayers to the form of Ra carved into the temple, whose pillars gleamed in the evening sun. They would leave for the battle on the morrow, and while Narmer had stressed upon him that Kissan was not to join, he had a faint and nagging feeling his nephew was all but ready to ignore him.
Now he just needed Ra to make sure they both did not get taken by Osiris in the process.
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