So im making a new story but don't worry I am going to continue my POTO one still. This new story is going to be taking place in Egypt. Here is the first chapter.
You are sixteen years old. Currently you are in Egypt in the city of Siwa.
For most of your life, so far you have been traveling with a band of performers as a dancer.
Usually you wear a colorful ankle-length skirt that is purple and black which has a long slit along the side going all the way up to your thigh. In your belly you have, a small ankh piercing that is silver. On your top, you have a baring, midriff, black top. On your arms, you have multiple golden bangles.
he performers that you have been traveling with are nomads so you are pretty well known throughout the land.
The performers, who you consider family, know you as Night, because of your pitch black eyes, which are always surrounded by charcoal. Personally, you think it compliments your golden-sun kissed skin.
Currently your leader is a fat but very strong man named Abdul. He is known for his perverted ways and has taken to trying to harass and molest some of the girls.
So far, you have tried to stay out of his way, which is quite hard, as he has taken you to be his personal attendant.
Although you try not to show it, you are actually very frightened of him because he drinks a lot and when he drinks, he becomes very violent. Over the time, he has been leader you have already gotten: a broken arm, a sprained leg, and a broken rib. Those are the more serious of the injuries. Usually he just slaps you or kicks you.
So currently in the city of Siwa. This city while very busy in trade, is usually restricted to foreigners. Consequently you have never seen a white man before.
Currently it is dusk and you are watching the sun's last rays slip under the edge of the horizon. You sigh, wondering if you will ever see the lands way beyond.
You hear a shout and know that now you have to start getting ready for your latest performance. When Pedro (who is a fire juggler) finishes his act he turns and winks at you while getting off the makeshift stage. Then you hear Abdul announcing you; it is time for your act...
You slowly step out from the tent. What you see ahead is what you've seen millions of times, old, young and middle aged men grinning perversely at you and drinking and smoking among themselves. Most are already drunk and cat calling and whistling. You sigh and signal with your hand to have Pedro start the music.
Slowly to the sound of drums and pipes, you start to snake your body around. Your arms above your head, your hips hitting back and forth, and your stomach curving and twisting.
The hootings get louder as you get engulfed in the music. Closing your eyes, you are completely shut off to the world around you, acting and looking exactly like a snake in a trance. Your body is just as serpentine and just as sinewy. Slowly you hear the music fading and your eyes snap open. You put your arms down and give a slight bow.
Abdul is walking around with a tin to collect the money. He catches your eye and glares at you, telling you through his eyes to go away. You gulp, gathering your skirts and rushing off into the now pitch black road toward the living tents.
While running you see the shadow of a man wearing all black who is quite tall. You run a bit faster back to your tent, during these times of the night there are many rapists and murderers. You slow down around a bend in the road and listen for foot steps, you hear them slowly walking but still you run.
When you finally made it into the tent that you shared with 3 other performers you look back. You could have sworn you saw a pair of eyes in the raven black of the night. But while entering you glance back, but by the time you do they're gone.