Femi trotted happily home from her job at the daycare. Ever since she was little everyone said she had a natural skill with those younger then herself. She was kind but firm, as she got older they would say she would one day make and incredible mother. And while she loved kids the idea of any of her own kind of freaked her out.

But she had to get home soon so she could get ready for her other job as a belly dancer at one of the bars near her home. Her parents had died in her second year of high school. She had had to drop out of school to care for herself. She got herself a job at the daycare center and after a few years was able to apply and get a job at the bar so she could start saving to go to college, she had gotten her GED and now was ready for the next step she just needed the money to go.

She pulled on her skirt with bells and chimes positioning it around her hips. She did a roll of her hips to make sure she was getting the right kind of movement. When she got the chimes and movement she wanted she moved on to her bikini top with the metal coins. She did a few movements with both pieces of clothing and found everything in order and then moved on to her hair. She braided it over her shoulder and intertwined gold threads and coins into it She placed her head piece on and then began her make up, jewelry and other odds and ends. After finishing her costume she did a few practice movements again making sure nothing fell off or got in her face. She then grabbed her purse and coat pulling the coat on over her but leaving it open and she headed toward the door.

As she reached for the handle of her apartment there was a knock on the door. She looked at door in confusion she didn’t get a lot of visitors usually. Mainly because she never told people were she lived. She had had issues with stalkers when she was younger and had learned how to avoid those kinds of freaks for the most part.

She Opened the door slowly and peeked out. There was a man in a suit that seemed to be waiting patently for her to acknowledge him. “Yes, how can I help you sir?” She asked carefully.

“Miss Femi Torena?” He asked clarifying who she was and that he was looking for her.

She nodded slowly. The man pulled a letter from his inside pocket and extended it to her. She took it carefully and watched as the man left. She closed the door and looked at the letter. Pantheon University. She hadn’t heard of it before and opened it in confusion. The letters seemed to glow as she read it and her head was suddenly filled with thoughts and images. She sat down hard on the floor as her mortal mind began to remember eons of time. Her head hurt as she stood now remembering who and what she was. She was Hathor, Egyptian goddess of love, beauty, motherhood and dance. She smiled she wouldn't have to kill herself to make money now. She was off to college.