At last I was in Egypt, and it was everything I imagined it to be. The intrigue of the passionate and secretive civilization excited me in a way that nothing back home ever had. As I wandered around the marketplace of Aswan aimlessly, I had an overwhelming feeling that I was here in this place, for a reason. The faces and the city, were strikingly familiar. I couldn't shake this feeling of déjà vu.

I came across a cart with a man selling pottery. I looked into this man's eyes and a sense of recognition flashed behind them. He motioned for me to follow him into his hut, and hesitantly I followed, where he handed me an ancient book.

As I opened the book I was transported into the depths of my memory, realizing why this place was so familiar. This had been my home, thousands of years ago, and this book housed my story. I was a Queen reincarnated and this man was my father. I looked up at him and he had tears in his eyes. He reached out and grabbed my hand, and I knew this is why I was drawn here. This is where I belonged.

© 2009 Meghan Sinclair. Original for CCF. Sinclair grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology.