I was the youngest daughter of Akhenaton and Nefertiti, prinsess of Armana Egypt! I had older sisters as well. My beloved father Akhenaton changed the believe system from having meny gods to the believe of only one all mighty god...god Aton and THIS did not the Armana priest or eny priest in the whoul Egypt like what so ever! This became a huge threat to the dark cabak,illuminati,the elit witch was the priests. Bealive it or not, but it was the priests that had the most of the power in the cities...Sure my father ruled and was a great ruler...He gave people gold so that the people would not go hungry...Cause my beloved father loved his people and THIS, the priests did not like a bit, cause for them the people was nothing more than lower class...! That he gave the so called lover class GOLD angered the priests! The people loved and adored their fair ruler...This annoyed the priests even more, as well, that my dad Akhenaton was so loved by everyone, they litterly worshipped him, their peacfull, kindhearted and fair ruler. The priest started to get very annoyed about this and slowly but surely their wrath and anger grew towards my beloved father! I could easily see their hatred in their eyes when they saw my father...I kept my distance...and what I saw to myselfe....but I can tell you...the way they looked at my father gave shills against my spine...it was nothing more than pure HATRED in the priests eyes when they saw my father...My father did also found a secret secoity that was working agains the illuminati, dark cabal and so has this secret secoity been doing for cebturies...
I did not feel comfortable with this at all, the way they looked at my father made me feel nervous...I spent most of my time with Tutankhamon and my sisters to forget the horrible feeling that was growing inside of me...
I could feel that the priests was upp to something. But pushed the feeling away! The priests brutaly killed my beloved father and mother...Including my older sisters... trying to convince me that some maniac had kulled them all and taken to custody and that he was not going to hurt enyone enymore! I Knew beter, I knew what the priest had done to my dad, my mom, my sisters...my sisters was old enough to become queens and that the dark cabal and illuminati could not let happen...they wanted total power...
I was 15 years old when I got married to Tutankhamon, he was 16. Tutankhamon became the new Pharao...but he was WAY to young tu rule over Armana, he was not of age to rule Armana, in Egypt! My young husband wanted to continue Akhenatons rule and bee as great and fair ruler like him, but he couldn´t, he simply was of age to do that...Instead he was forced to do as the priests told him to do...The priests kept a watchfull eye on my husband and they had him in their iron fist...Because of this the people in Armana started to suffer and the priests even forced to make was with the hittie king so that egypt would become bigger and more powerfull when the Hittai kind would fall..This endless and no good for nothing war was going on in two years..till that day my beloved husband was old enough to rule and ordered the soldiers back and made pieace with the hitties. I did not trust or even LIKE the priest at all, I knew what they had done to my parents..my beloved husband tutankhamon did know as well,what they had done.
One priest in particular gave me the kreeps. I could see that he longed after me, like a sick obsession...I could see that he was sickly jealous at Tutankhamon just the way he looked at him when we walked hand in hand in the palace, or if he happend to see me on my husbands lapp, cuddeling with him...I felt very uncomfortable beeing around this priest and also look at him...I tryed to stay as far away as possible from him...but he seem to allways bee there where I was, just like he was stalking me...it was truly annoying...When I was 17 years of age I got pregnant. The priest jealousy grew and he did look at me with descust when my stumach started to grow, cause the priest knew I was carrying Tutankhamons child...I gave birth to a lovely little girl..She was our everything and we loved our baby so incredible much! Tutankhamun was such a loving and magnificent father and she became pretty fast daddys little girl...Now when my husband was 18 years of age he had the age in to rule Armana. My husband took back the worshipp of only one god, god Aton and continue Akhenatons peacfull and fair rule. We gave gold to the people to make sure all our people had food in their tables and did not need to go hungry..The priests started to feel their power thretened again and i could sence they where plotting something...One evening the maid that also was the breast-feder came screamin into our room that our baby girl was dead. I got paniced and did not want to believe it and ran as fast as I could to the little girls room...there on the bed she was...and she was dead...Tutankhamon came stright after...he had little hard to believe the breast feeder at fisrt but came rushing in when he heard me scream and cry hysterically when I found her dead in her bed...She was sick in fever before she died, but we did not know how bad the fever realy was...I and my husband was totaly devistated..and we cryed and mourned over the loss of our little precious daughter....2 years later at the age of 21 I got pregnant again and there where no limit of our joy and hapiness to become parents again...but the hapiness was short lived...the priest that longed to me, he had become sickly posessed in me,cause of that he could not handle it, that I was pregnant again! His jealousy had grew to a point that he got totaly insane and he snaped. The truth that I was carrying Tutankhamons child again become to much for his jealousy to handle. When I was 5 months pregnant they informed me that my husband had been killed... they had found him in bed with little blood on the pillow. Naturally the priest started to come upp wit excuses that my husband had been drinking little too much wine and fell on the floor and hurted his head when he was so drunk, when he had taken too much wine to drink...Yes, my husband tutankhamon liked wine...but he was not an alcoholic...he sometimes could take a glass of wine when he was stressed befor going to bed...and I knew exactly who murrdered my husband...It did not take long for me to figure out that by myselfe...I knew it was the priest who so badly longed after me, that I had become an obsession for him...
I was devistated when they came and told me that my beloved husband was dead...i was so in pain, the loss of my husband was pretty much unbearable...but for the sake of our unborn baby I tryed to bee strong...Now when my husband was dead I was forced to get married to a new man...cause a queen could not rule without a king...the priest that longed to me tryed to force me to marry him! I wrote two letters to the hitte king and explained how it was..That it never was my husbands intent to go in war with them, that he was so young and had not age in to rule and did only what he was told to do by the priests...I gave bearth to my second child witch was born dead...Not only had I lost my husband, our second child was dead also...this took very hard on me and i became incredible depressed and carried on a pretty much unbearable pain of the loss of my baby and husband. I later heard from my fathers secret secoity that they had found the hittie prince that I was going to marry,brutaly murrdered...I was chocked! I knew EXACTLY who had killed the hittie price, the same murderrer that had killed my husband...I knew that writing a letter to the hittie king and ask for a nother of his sons to marry was out of the question...that was totaly impossible..I was now forced to marry my husbands murrderer and the hittie prince murderrer...I thought to myselfe, not over my dead body! I rather DIE than get married to him...2 days later it was arrange that we vere going to get married, the priest and I, and in the same temple where my husband and I got married, just to humanilate my dead husband...The day before the wedding I took suicide...I drank a galice of poisoned wine, that I had told my maid to leave at the temple..the temple where my beloved husband and I got married and the same temple that I and my husbands murderrer was going to get married...I could not choose eny beter place to take suicide than in that temple. After drinking the poison I placed my selfe ontop of the althar, cause I knew that the priest would find me there the following morning...
After my husbands death I ordered my fathers secret society to make sure that my husbad was moved to walley of the kings and all the tressures with him and to seal the chamber good. So that the priest would not bee able to take the treasures witch the greedy priests where after and even bee able to vandalise my husbands mummy so that he could get a safe jurney to the afterlife and so my fathers secret society did.The illuminati, dark cabal hated my family so much and their wrath was so great that they vandalised my fathers mummy to the point that his mummy was pretty much unrecogniseable..they did even vandalise my mothers and my sisters mummys too, but not like my fathers mummy. They also erraised eny eny name and trace of my father... even my husbands name. Everything to make sure Akhenaton or his family would not have the chanse for an afterlife...
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