Light of the Morning is a young adult adventure novel about a group of ancient Sun worshippers who migrate to North America from Egypt 3,000 years ago, and a girl who finds evidence of them in modern times.  In this preview, Qxiote 26 (Pronounced Zoti) is the political leader of her tribe.  She has a daughter, Teritoya, from her husband, a red haired Viking type who‘s people are led by a murdering warrior named Kresh. The 'Red Beards' invaded North America and over several years have plundered their way across the Great Lakes and down the Mississippi River travelling westward to where Qxiote’s peaceful people live in what in now called Texas on the Rio Grande.  Her tribe, the Teqoias, has now lived here in peace for 150 years.  They have no weapons to protect themselves and are decimated in the impending attack. 

          Qxiote, who had expected to simply pay tribute to the invaders, has drugged her husband who was once one of the 'Reds' and hidden him in a distant cave and returns to find her people massacred.  There is a religious school with two totem poles representing the Egyptian King Akhenaton and his Queen Nefertiti where the Reds are holding the young women and children who are to be taken and sold as slaves and child sacrificial victims to other tribes.  Qxiote finds her child, but her arm is horribly smashed by a stone axe as a marauder hits her and carries her child off.

          She follows him, only to be captured herself…


          The pain in her shoulder almost sent Qxiote into shock as her hands were tied above her head with strips of leather to Nefertiti’s totem and she could see Teritoya with the other children on the porch in front of the school.  The Red marauder ripped Qxiote’s deerskin clothing apart, exposing her breasts and legs as the pouch containing her life stones spilled out onto the ground.  It became evident that he intended to rape her right in front of all, including the children and her own daughter, who stood watching in fear. 

          At that moment, Kresh appeared noticing the golden globe that he had been told about on Akhenaton’s totem across the green from where Qxiote was hanging.  The afternoon sunlight was growing dim as the Aten was beginning to set, but its warm rays still filtered through the leaves like a golden rain falling on Aten’s very own child hanging there wounded and bleeding on the totem.

          Qxiote looked at Kresh and then into the eyes the Red who had tied her up and thought of her husband.  “How could Kelchiac be one of you?” she said to her tormenter in her own language that he could not understand.  “You have no power over me, you are nothing at all.  If I asked my father the Aten and he wills it, you would all be cast into darkness and torment for all eternity.  You can rape my body or you can kill me, but you have no power over me.  It is I who has all the power over you.  My father is the mighty Aten, the father of goodness and light and the one and only true god.  I am Qxiote Aten, a daughter of Teritti, a proud sister of Akhenaton, the king of the greatest empire of Egypt and I have the power to cast you all into the darkness forever if you harm my child.”

          The Red who was called Kocherto and was one of Kresh’s first deputies stared into Qxiote’s bronze colored eyes while she spoke and although he did not understand her language, he knew exactly what the young woman was saying.  Realizing that he was about to horribly rape this young defenseless woman in front of her own child, a woman he had already tried to kill, he felt a change come over himself as a wave of energy as he looked into her eyes and she back into his.  Kocherto realized that the water gourd Kresh had given them contained some medicine that changed the way he thought.  He vowed to himself never to drink from it again.

          “This one won’t shut up will she Kocherto.”  Kresh said as he walked up to the naked and bleeding Qxiote tied to the totem.  A piece of bone protruded through the skin of the young woman’s smashed shoulder and blood poured down her side.  He picked up a large rock and as he prepared to smash it into the side of her head, Qxiote looked into Kocherto’s eyes one last time, completely ignoring Kresh and her impending death.

Qxiote then turned from both of them and looked towards the globe on top of Akhenaton’s totem across the court.  As she had during her daily prayer and meditation by the river for most of her life, Qxiote consciously made herself trancelike and began to chant “Aten si gochanta... Aten si gochanta ... Aten is glorious.”  Her mind drifted back to one glorious morning when she was nine years old and had been distracted by a ladybug climbing up a dew covered blade of grass as she meditated one misty morning.

Kresh drew back the rock, preparing to strike the young woman’s face as Kocherto’s eyes were drawn to the realistically carved eagle at the top of the totem.  Somehow he knew that Qxiote’s spirit had moved into it, and that it had become alive.  Then the stone smashed with a thud into the right side of the young woman’s head and her body went limp and lifeless as Teritoya watched, screaming in terror....






Qxiote Aten, Fourth Child of the Sun


Copyright 2003 by D. McDaniel Hayden

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The names Qxiote, Huxel, Manna, Teritti, Manatoya, Teqoias, and others used in this book are fictitious and created by the author.  The names of Aten, Akhenaton, Nefertiti and Amarna are actual people, places and things from ancient Egypt.