Myth-take Challenge #7

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Myths and legends could be said to be the prototypes of modern novels. They are stories in their own right, tales that were passed on for generations. Even today, some elements from the old myths remain in our stories and occasionally, they serve as inspiration.

This week’s mythical element is: Maat
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In Egyptian mythology, Maat is both a deity and a concept. As a concept, Maat represents many things, amongst which are ‘order and balance’. For Ancient Egypt, Maat was the order of life, the order that is to be maintained by their pharaohs and the people. As a goddess, Maat was the one who created the universe’s order in contrast to the chaos that existed before it. She regulates the stars, the seasons, the mortals and even deities, and her role in the cosmos was to prevent the universe from descending into chaos.


Your challenge is to write a story that incorporates your own take on this mythical element. The genre and setting of the story does not matter as long as the element remains recognisable.
 
This is what must be done. this is what must be done. this is what must be done.

This is...

Franco looked out the jet's window and saw the explosion. Haflway across the Atlantic ocean, the combined payload of the civilized world was being dropped on North America. Franco could feel the screams in his skull. He popped an aspirin and adjusted his glasses.

It had to be stopped, the virus had to be stopped. Only more people would die...only...

Shizumi Hideki, the japanese envoy sat across from him. The man was unusally tall and wide for his nationality. He grimaced at Franco. "Protz will return momentarily." Their Russian companion was currently losing his lunch in the latrine. Franco scratched his neck, his damned white collar was chaffing something terrible.
Protz stammered into view. "Back, ugh."
Hideki frowned slightly and motioned for Protz to sit. Protz declined and looked out the window for a second and turned away quickly. He rushed his hand to his mouth and steadied himself. "Jesus."
Hideki said, "Are you quite well?"
"Yes, yes of course."
Franco adjusted his glasses.