A/N: This fic was requested by vampygurl402. Thanks for your patience, and I hope you like it!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry
I'm sorry for what I put you through. I didn't mean for any of this to happen.
Tears of blood, tears of sand.
Stinging my eyes, staining your ankles, ripping my nephew's sheets
by death's creaking fingers.
I knew it would be bad but I had no idea how bad.
I want to be angry. I want to hate you. "How dare you sacrifice your son for free labor?" I want to say. It would be the natural thing to. It's what I would have done twenty years ago. Ra, maybe even five.
You would have been a great father, just as I would have been a good uncle. And your son, he would have been a glorious king.
But we'll never know.
Sometimes, when I'm on the hill with my sheep and I feel the breeze sweeping across my face, I'll close my eyes and pretend it's back then, back before things turned sour, and we are young again, racing chariots through the streets.
Maybe your son would have done the same thing when he got a little older.
I'm so, so sorry.