The Exodus
Short story inspired by the Exodus story found between Exodus 12:29 - Exodus 15:21. Begins right after "The Passover" short story. The Exodus Nahktipu Egypt had never suffered a blow like this. Not in war, not in famine... not in all its history. The firstborn of every household, gone in a single night. Yet here they were, bickering about the economy while the land reeked of death. Nahktipu sat rigid at the long granite table, his fists clenched in his lap as the voices of Egypt’s most powerful men droned around him. He barely heard them, his mind was still caught in the moment he had found Userkaf’s lifeless body. His son… his heir, cold and unmoving. Yahweh had taken him, just as Moses had foretold. A fresh wave of rage surged through him, drowning out the murmurs of the council. They should be sharpening their swords, not counting their silver. He slammed his palm against the stone table. “T...