It’s Horus

The natural world was going through a whole lot of significant changes. The Nile River, sacred to Isis, had become enraged, unleashing devastating floods and destruction along its banks. The land itself had become wither, as the fertility and agricultural abundance that Isis had once nurtured declined. Crops looked withered and their basic cause was a fail, animals were now bound to struggle to find sustenance, and the people of Egypt would face the threat of famine.

The desert sands had now shifted, engulfing once-lush oases, and the skies had began to grow dark,as Ra's sun, basically under Isis's nature sustainance was barely showing it's face and would now permanently hide its face from Egypt. The wind began howl hysterically, whispering laments for the lost goddess, and the trees were heard creaking and groaning, their branches bare and lifeless. The creatures of the forest and field were seen to loose their way, as the natural balance would be disrupted.