The Wise Empress

It was a dark evening, rain poured down from the sky, thunders were roaring loudly, it was a ghost village. Animals were locked inside the barns, a silver cape rushed at the edge of the village. In the midst of the night all we could hear was rain, thunder and a baby crying as the person in the silver cape left it at the steps of an old house.

The door opened as someone rushed outside to take the poor thing in. The crying stopped. Meanwhile, inside the old house, children rushes

down the stairs as they tried to see who was the new orphan.

"What should we call her headmistress?"

"Calm down Alexa, what's the first procedure when a child is found?"

"I know, i know. she must be fed and cleaned before we name her."

"That's right."

As they carried the baby out of the weaven basket, everyone gasped as she was strange. Her hairs was like purple silk with silver lining, her eyes were like purple marble coated with light blue sapphire.

She was beautiful. At the corners of their eyes, they saw what seemed to be a note. These were the words written on that piece of paper:

"𝖓𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖎"

"I think her name is Nefetari", says Alexa.

"It lovely"

"isn't it headmistress?", asked Miss Leila.

"She's beautiful as the evening Aurora, of course it's lovely".