(Just a short timeline I wrote (read: shat out) in order to attempt to find the right feedback that'll motivate me to start on a story adaptation of either Hexworlds or Thrae. If I'm still unmotivated to write those, I'll be making a whole series of this type of timeline, moving on with Persia, Greece, Rome, and all those colourful civilizations.
It's time to be productive during the summer for once. I'm sick of procrastinating, because it gives me nothing for people to provide feedback on! Feedback is my artistic fuel, so blargh.
Without further ado, enjoy.)
OTL Date
May 25th, 1258 BC
Royal Palace
Pi-Ramesses, Lower Egypt
Pharaoh Ramesses II laid on his bed, tired from a long day of ruling the Egyptian Kingdom. He just wanted to spend a couple days by himself in his palace and rest. At the very least, he wanted to have just a single day without being badgered by various officials and advisors to himself and his empire. Whether it was simply a disobedient worker refusing to do his job, or even so much as children being a minor nuisance to the palace guards, it was as though they had a never-ending series of issues and complaints, and the Pharaoh was growing weary of this. If the Hittites weren’t attempting to conquer Canaan, then his own advisors would instantly turn from trustworthy acquaintances into something just as annoying as a swarm of flies. As much as Ramesses II enjoyed looking over the monumental construction projects going on in his capital and across Egypt, the amount of times he had to address the concerns of his advisors was starting to become unbearable. The Pharaoh just wanted some time to look over his great achievements and marvel at all the wonderful things that being the King of Kings brought him. He thought to himself; why must such a mighty ruler be pestered like this? Ramesses II let a couple moments pass before, lo and behold, someone had entered his room. It was his son and heir, Amonhirkhopshef.
“Hello, father. Do you have a moment to spare?” he said.
“Yes, my son. Is there something you need?” replied Ramesses II, with some hesitation in his voice, but less than he would have when being confronted by one of his advisors.
“I’ve been thinking heavily about the empire, father. I’ve been pondering about how we can possibly turn Egypt into the greatest empire of all time. A kingdom that will outshine all other kingdoms before and after it,” presented Amonhirkhopshef.
“Is Egypt not already the greatest power in the world and of all time? Have we not triumphed over the Hittites at Kadesh?” argued the Pharaoh to his son and heir.
“Father, do you even remember Kadesh? We were nearly wiped out! If it weren’t for the peace treaty, King Hattusili would have been a mere year’s worth away from conquering us! The immediate answers to the triumph of our empire lie elsewhere,” stated Amonhirkhopshef.
“Enlighten me, son. Where do these answers lie then?” questioned Ramesses II in a curious but somewhat stern tone.
“To the west and the south, in the lands of Libu and Punt,” answered Amonhirkhopshef
Ramesses II took some time and thought to process this answer. Knowing how uncivilized and barbaric the Libyan tribes were and how sacred the land of Punt was, the Pharaoh couldn’t understand how his son, the Commander of the Troops, Royal Scribe, and Fan-Bearer on the Right Hand of the King even thought up such delusional fantasies! But then on second thought, Ramesses II pondered about his son’s reasoning behind his answer without even asking him more questions. If Egypt were to tame the tribes of Libya and reclaim the Egyptian homeland of Punt, then perhaps this would put Egypt back in the favor of the gods, which may be what the kingdom needed for taking the one true path to eternal glory. The addition of the peoples and lands of Punt and Libya would also mean more resources, as well as more manpower if the native peoples could be won over.
The Pharaoh spoke after ten-odd minutes of thinking, “There is no need to explain any more, my son, for I can see your reasons now. However, I will suggest that we reclaim Punt before heading into Libya. Punt is our ancestral home, after all.”
“That is acceptable, father. The southern armies shall be fully assembled within a single month’s time,” agreed Amonhirkhopshef.
“Very well, son. And let word of this spread throughout the kingdom; our ancestral homelands shall be ours once again!” announced Ramesses II.
Amonhirkhopshef then left the room, allowing his father to continue daydreaming. Only now, as Ramesses II laid back down on his bed, he was thinking of expanding Egypt and his glory rather than fantasizing about being left alone by his advisors. A necessary sacrifice, the Pharaoh thought to himself.