Rumor follows the breeze, and Myth grows as lush as the reeds along the Nile. And following the wind, an ornate barge had been seen making it's way to the Center of the Universe, to the Grand City of Thebes.
Word spread, news carried from mouth to ear...
She had come, Ibon the Dancer, The Temple dancer, the Woman touched by the living Gods. The woman that could pull down a nation with the single drift of her hands...had come to Thebes.

But what rumor didnt speak of, and what myth would write, is that she has returned, to destroy the Man that made a Bastard out of the Dancer to the Gods.

Patricide, after all, is a long family tradition.