Sorry I haven't updated. I have been experiencing a few personal issues and emotional problems and haven't been able to update. I'd like to thank you for being patient. BTW if you guys haven't checked out the trailer. Please do so. The video is just above.
Thank you so much for 11k.
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It took her two whole days to pull herself fully out of the dreaded nightmare. Even then she was still on the verge of falling back in.
Seknut tended to her like a mother. But Sabra didn't feel like she deserved such kindness. She was a monster. Unstable. On the brink of madness.
She almost killed the Pharaoh, who was one of her best friends. God only knows what she was capable of if Ahkmenrah hadn't stopped her. That was her guilty thoughts stopped flowing for a moment.
How on Earth had stopped her? Last time she had fought him, she had been going easy and he had still emerged battered and bruised. Then she remembered the terrible strength that had coursed through his arms then. A jarring formidable force, something that momentarily shattered the nightmare around her.
Then she remembered the blood on her hands and the four jagged lines across his cheeks.
She had hurt him. She wasn't sure whether she was ready to forgive herself yet.
But I have to be strong. She reminded herself. I'll go back tomorrow. I can't be weak there is no room for weakness. There is never room for weakness.
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Kahmunrah kissed her lightly on the forehead before he left. Her face was so peaceful when she slept. But he somehow knew that there was something troubling her.
He lightly touched her belly and smiled. There was something about his unborn son that made him feel complete. He hoped in his heart that he should survive this war and see his child be born.
He realised he couldn't stay longer. He wondered whether Ahkmenrah was awake yet. Most likely not considering how sad he seemed the night before. Probably dead drunk.
He left the room closing the door softly behind him.
He walked quietly to his room. His deep mood giving his eyes a more intense look. If he were to look at anyone at that moment they would have been forgiven in thinking that he could see their soul.
Just outside the room he shared with his brother he saw Sabra. She was switching places with another guard. As soon as the other guard left he addressed her.
"So you're finally back" he said.
There was a small glitter in her otherwise sullen blue eyes and she nodded.
"Ahk was worried sick"
"Was he?" she asked in a puzzled voice.
Kahmunrah nodded.
Then Sabra handed him a letter. "I met your mother she told me to give this to you."
He read the letter and grimaced. Shepseheret wanted to talk about both Ahkmenrah and him to get married. Not to each other of course but to women of 'notable birth' as she believed they needed 'strong females by their side' and also it was about time as 'normal men got married as early as fifteen'.
"What's wrong?" asked Sabra noticing Kahmunrah's discomfort.
"Nothing it's just that mother wants Ahk and I to get married" he realised what is sounded like and corrected himself "Mother wants us to marry women of notable birth but the thing is I...I..." how could he explain he was already married?
"Oh, I get it. You're in love already and it would seem scandalous to marry her."
Never far off the mark are you Sabra. He remarked in his head. Bur instead he said:
"You could say that..."
"Who is she?" insisted Sabra, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"I saw her reflection in the water:"
"What? You love a fish?"
At this Kahmunrah rolled his eyes, a hint of smile at his lips.
"You know what a mean"
Then he smiled pointing at the door. "Would you like to help me wake the drunken ass?"
"It'd be an honour" remarked Sabra, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
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Kahmunrah wasn't lying when he said he saw Ismara's reflection in the water.
He had been lying by the bank of the Nile looking at his reflection in the water. He was seven then. His little brother was sleeping inside. As looked into the shimmering depths of Nile he saw another face. It was small pretty but tear stained. He looked around and saw a young girl, about five, with grey eyes that seemed almost silver.
They were unusual but at the same time fascinating.
"Are you alright?" He asked her. She shook her head and turned around. She started to walk away
"Wait! Who are you?!" called out a dismayed young Kahmunrah.
. "Ismara" she said softly. Her voice was rather whimsical, with an air of sadness. His heart went out to her.
"I'm Kahmunrah. But you can call me Kahmun. Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"Will you at least play with me?" he asked.
She seemed to be worried about something. Then after a long time of thinking her face brightened and for the first time Kahmunrah saw her smile. He felt his heart beat fast.
So they played. They swam. They laughed. That was the first time Kahmunrah spent time with her. He had fallen in love with her then. She also fell for him. Though neither of them knew it yet.
That time may as well have been the last. There remained a twelve year gap between that first time and the second time. The second time being the night she had seduced him. During those twelve years they watched each other grow from the corner of their eyes. Each falling further in love with the other. Neither could realise the feelings they harboured. No until their love and the circumstances had grown intense. Too intense for them to handle.
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Ahkmenrah went from a nightmare to another. In his dreams he saw death. As he woke he relived his dreams. Death was all around Egypt at the moment. Their freedom and life as they know was at stake.
He woke groggily that morning too see his brother looking down.
"Where is it?" asked Kahmunrah with a deadly edge to his voice. His arms crossed over his chest.
"Where is what?" asked his younger brother thoroughly confused.
"Ahkmenrah I know you hid that alcohol somewhere. Tell me where it is!"
Ahkmenrah's eyes widened. How did he know?!
"What alcohol?" but it was clear he was lying.
"If you tell me I won't tell mother"
Ahkmenrah's poor muddled head processed this. If his mother found out no doubt she will give him a thrashing.
"In the clothes chest" he mumbled incoherently.
Finally he realised there was another presence in the room. His sullen features brightened when he saw her. There was a smile at his lips.
"Sabra!"
She merely smiled back before she announced she had to go back to her post. When she left his heart felt heavier. What had he done to make her not talk to him?
Kahmunrah's angry voice broke his train of thought. He observed his brother carrying five large bottles of alcohol in his arms, three of which were empty.
"I thought I told you to never ever drink that heavily ever again."
"But..."
"No buts Ahk. It's not good for you."
"Well neither is going to brothels! Ever heard of pregnancy?!" bit back Ahkmenrah.
Mentally Kahmunrah found this amusing considering he was going to have a child anyway. But outwardly he sighed.
"Just promise me this Ahk. Never drink this much again. You nearly..."
"Died one time." said Ahkmenrah finishing of his sentence. He shuddered remembering when one time he had stupidly decided to test his limits. He remembered clawing and fighting against the suffocating force known as death. He remembered almost being swallowed in to oblivion.
"Promise?" asked Kahmunrah.
"Promise" confirmed his little brother.
"Good. Go wash up. I expect the General from Awan will be to talk to you about war."
Then Kahmunrah's chest tightened. He was the rightful heir wasn't he? He was supposed to be doing all this. But he put that thought aside. He needed to focus on the war.
At this Ahkmenrah grimaced. War was everywhere now. And he hated it.
"And mother also wanted talk to us about something" said Kahmunrah handing Ahkmenrah the letter.
Ahkmenrah groaned. How can mother think about marriage at a time like this?
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How was it? I know not too much happens. But this is just the basis next few chapters which I promise I'll try to make a lot more intense.