An Oath in Blood

By Michelle Hop

Their happiness was about to be interrupted by a God they did not know and a lie that has been unearthed. A mans faith and love for his God will be tested. And a Kingdom birthed in history will be awaken by a demon, sworn to destroy it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9781728369440

Michelle Hop

Michelle was born and raised in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Raised by a single mom who is also an author. She is married to Kristopher Hop for 8 yrs and counting. She has a dog named Bronco part mastiff and part boxer. She is the only daughter out of five other siblings. This is her first book and is working on another. She is a devote Christian and like many others she struggled to find her calling. She hopes that this book will help you find yours. A saying she goes by is:love God, love you, do you, be you! I hope this inspires you to do the same.

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Published by AuthorHouse  10/21/2020

ISBN: 978-1-7283-6945-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-7283-6943-3 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-7283-6944-0 (e)

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Contents

Introduction

Dedication

The Enemy Is My…… Mesopotamia

Back in Kemet……

Back in Mesopotamia

The Letter

Kemet

Dreamer

Mesopotamia

Possessed

Meremoth

Kemet

GHI

Kemet

Escape

Intruder

Journey Onward

Mesopotamia

Kemet

Mesopotamia

Back in the city, Nineveh

Demon

Authors Bio

FAMILY TREE

PHAROAH AMUN KAI

WIVES OF AMUN: WIFE #1 TAHAMET MOTHER OF YAHNI AND SANURA WAS WITH CHILD A 3RD. BUT LOST IT.

WIFE#2 TALE. MOTHER OF JABARI, AND 3 OTHER KIDS, SAUDA, MOROWA AND BOMANI

WIFE #3 PTAH MOTHER OF TWINS, PANYIN (B) YAA (G) AND PREGNANT.

WIFE #4 PONYA JUST MARRIED TO AMUN. NO CHILDREN YET.

HORUS- CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD OF KEMET

SOOTHSAYER NAME: MEREMOTH: BITTERNESS MYRH OF DEATH. ISREALY NAME.

MOST OF THE NAMES ARE OF AFRICAN DECENT.

MESOPOTAMIA KING. HAMAL THE III DISEACED SONS. HAMAL IV THE ELDER AND HUSBAND OF PRINCESS GHI SECOND SON. NAMED KING ZARI RULER OF MESSOPOTAMIA

INTRODUCTION

Their happines was about to be interupted by a God they did not know and a lie that has been unearthed. A mans faith and love for his God will be tested and a kingdom birthed in history will be awaken by a demon, sworn to destroy it.

I wrote this book to not only share my faith but my love for writing. I also wrote this book to show* there is not enough books about black history, fiction or non-fiction, outside of being in chains. I want to focus on what we once were before we came to the shores that is now America, and that our imaginations are limitless! To push the envelop to the very brink of greatness and to always give God the credit.

Dedication

I first thank God for the gift of writing, without Him there would be no book. Or me, or my life or chocolate chip cookies.

Secondly, I want to thank my husband Kristopher. I thank you for your constant love and and encouraging me to work on this project and finish and realize that I have the potential to do great things. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. I love you!

To my Grand Mother Etherine Walker-James Willie D James and Anette DeWierd. May you rest in peace with the Father. I only wished that you were here to see my final works. I know you would have been so proud. I love and miss you all dearly.

To my adopted Grandmother Barbara Kettlehut. Thank you for your wisdom and love. And most of all your supportive spirit. You have kept me sain and helped me focus on the importance of not only finishing but telling me I need to do this for God and thats what matters.

To my loving mother and Queen, Genice. Thank you doesnt seem enough. I thank God that you helped me see the greatness in me, when I could not see it myself all because of fear of failure. I now laugh in the face of failure and say that I have won through the blood of Christ. I love you mama. Thank you.

To my mother in law Brenda Hop. Thank you for your encouragment, love and advice. Thank you for allowing me to torture your son in the process. It was fun. I love you.

To my other half, my twin, Micheal Thomas. Thank you for your love and encouragment. To push me until I got just annoyed. Your good at that. I wonder where you got it from?

To my High School English/writing teacher, Mrs Eva Matthews. Thank you for your encouragment and love for teaching. I thought of you often while working on this project, you are a gift from God!

To those that I have lost over the past years, Uncle Darnell James, Uncle Johnnie Williams, Uncle Willie James and Aunt Patricia James. You all are truly missed. I know you all would have been so proud.

Last but not least, to my Father in law. Mike Hop. I miss you terribly. I know you would have been so proud. Im just as stubborn as you it seems.

I dedicate this to you all.

The battlefield was lit by the dim light of the moon. Small rivers of blood from his own warriors bodies mixed with the blood of his enemies; which had covered the unholy ground. It was as if the sands could not hold such a great amount. The battle took place on the borders of Kemet. As the young pharaoh stood among the dead, he raised his hands to the moon.

We have victory!!! Praises to mighty Ra! the pharaoh looked up into the night sky, an egyptian eagle fly overhead as if he were in pursuit of the great blue moon. The pharaoh saw this as a sign. His victory will bare many blessings to come.

The sound of hooves approached from behind. My lord-pharaoh, your chariot sire. The general of the pharoah’s army, jumped from the chariot and bowed with a straight back and bowed head.

Without a word, the pharaoh walked passed the chariot and the other guards. Over the bodies of the soldiers he stepped. His path was lit by torches and with each torch stood a guard, head bowed as he walked passed, acknowledging none. Head high he walked as if he were to stand before Ra, who ordained him as the god-king. He walked to the city of Kemet, the city his father fought for and his father’s father before him. Proud he was this day, but there were no cheers from the people of Kemet. No parades or accolades to be received. The people were told to stay in their homes until the rising sun, if the sun did not rise then this meant the god-king was dead. He walked till he sat on the very throne he fought for, and so, the sun would rise.

This night may have brought victory but it also brought death. Through the thick walls of his throne room, the cries of the wives and children of the soldiers who were killed ripped through the silence of the night like a red sword. Amun Kai, Pharoah of Kemet sat in the darkened throne room; the very heart of his palace. He could hear the mothers and wives and children pray and cry to the god of the dead to heal and spare them. So many died that night, but how many could have been spared?

Soon after, the pharaoh was summoned by his queens’ to a feast of victory, but first a bath. The bath house was magnificent. The ceilings were fifty feet tall with warm waters that smelled of lavendar, lillies and honey filled the bath house. Gold, blue, purples, yellows and reds covered the walls. Much like the rest of the palace. Pictures carved in stone of family and stories long before Amun came to be. Amun’s mind wondered to a more simpler time. The Pharoah Amun Kai, was bathed by beautiful servant girls from head to toe, their skin soft dark chestnut brown like his own, but he paid them no mind at all. He breathed in the sweet smells that surrounded him. Honey was applied to his wounds from the great battle. Deep in thought, he felt no pain, only remorse for the men he lost. His skin was the color of mahogany, which glistened under the flickering torch lights and pearls of water that rolled over his head, chest, shoulders and back. His head was shaven, and his body was built like a young ox, but aged by the mantle of ruler.

Without eating, he again found himself in his throne room of the great pharaohs of old and sat in the dark. The moon lit up the throne upon which he sat, as if it was a sign from the god Ra that he and only he were to rule. He loved the dark, nothing to distract him. Or so he wished.

So many had died this night. And many may not make it to the morning, I will summon more healers if I must!

Victory? his mind echoed. If he was so victorious, then why did he feel as though madness was engulfing his very soul. What has victory won me? Land, riches, A LIE!?

LIE? A cloaked man walked from out of the darkness and stood before the Pharaoh.

Mind your thoughts demon. I already warned you more than once. Leniency is a gift to you, like your life, and I offer one last warning, my mind is not now, nor will it ever be opened to you unless permission is granted. Speak quickly Soothsayer and pray your words be pleasant. Speak!

A wicked smile curled from the dark figures lips.I have heard of your blessed victory. Did I not tell you? the demon hissed. He began to approach the as he walked, crouched low and slow.

Move no further… demon. the pharoah whispered. His voice cracked, tired and dry, he grabbed a drink next to him and drank deep. He ruffled his brow in annoyance waiting for the Soothsayer to speak. Well should I have the guards rip out your tongue? I could speak with it alone since you seem to have forgotten how to use it?! the pharoah longed for the night to end.

The old man chuckled knowing if the pharaoh wished, he’d been dead long ago.

Victory and highest of praise lord-pharoah, the pale man said. His voice came off odly cold in such a joyous occasion. but be warned; misfortune may come as swift as the day and night. I am told that your enemy will attack again and soon. the old man said.

How? His armies are defeated and his generals are dead along with their king said the pharoah.

Yes sire, but what of his sons? the old man hissed.

Pups! the pharaoh scoffed and waved his hand and dismissed the idea of children being a threat.

But sire, boys turn into men and the minds of the child who bury their father will seek revenge, can become dangerous men. the soothsayer continued.

Pups?! Are you saying I should fear pups?! Children not old enough to lay with a woman, is some how a threat?! the Pharaoh leaned in as if he were ready to attack.

"These boys are not babes my young pharaoh, but young men. 14 and 20…

Enough!! the pharaoh pinched the skin between his eyes.

"I grow tired of wars and death. Burrying men who fought for kings they never came face to face withBut then today…today I came face to face with a King and he was a mighty and fierce king, a king I respected. His men loved him and followed him, even beyond death. I wonder how many men did