Osiris

The high priest of the southern temple gazed towards the child slave across the road.The slave was dressed in worn and dirty clothes, with a cloak covering his head from the torrid and unforgivable sun. The priest could not see the face of the slave, neither could he understand why the slave was sitting all alone right in the sunniest and hottest part of the road. There were certainly places nearby with cooling shade. "Maybe I should see to him" The priest muttered in annoyance. The slave wasn't his and so really it was not to his responsibility- but he was afraid that the young slave would soon languish away under the burning sun, or had already done so. There was nothing more horrid than the smell of decaying and sizzling hot human flesh.

"Are you all right slave? you are sitting in the sun... why not come inside to the cooling winds of the temple?" The priest said with a peaceful voice.The slave remained silent for a short while before lifting its head to face the priest. The slave had three eyes and snow white hair...and a grim and unfriendly expression in his face. Not at all what the old priest had expected. The priest jumped backwards in surprise -as if he had seen a ghost. The slave that was seated before him was indeed not a slave -- but a God.