Since there are new rules, I have updated everything without fun author
notes. So no more muses. Sorry.
[A Promise of Protection]
Warnings: Um, none so far. Pairings: There might not be any, but you all know that I don't write het. Author Notes: More information as story develops.
Prologue
He was surrounded by darkness, but over the time he'd spent here, floating in this vast nothingness, he'd grown used to it. It was almost. . .comforting now.
Time passed without a second thought. He had all the time in the world, yet he had none. Time was an insignificant factor in his existence. The darkness gave no hint to whether it was day or night, nor did he care. The domineering blackness that surrounded him never changed or shifted, but just lingered around him, touching him with a cool featherlike caress every now and then as if to just be there to remind him that he could still feel.
There was no sound either, just complete silence, and sometimes the silence seemed so deafeningly loud that he was almost forced to cover his ears. He had forgotten what a human voice sounded like, for he had forgotten his own. Whenever he had tried to speak, before having long given up, he's voice had been lost within the darkness, along with his soul.
He had once prayed to whatever god was listening that someone would come and awaken him from the trance like sleep he had been forced to place himself in, if not lose his sanity first. Those prayers, obviously having been a waste of energy he didn't need, had gone unheard, or ignored, or perhaps even laughed at.
His memories had faded to shady figures and now, among time and space, his own universe, his everything and yet nothing, he couldn't even remember why he was here. A punishment, but for what? What had he done so wrong to be placed in eternal darkness?
No one deserved this fate, even though he knew he had acted indifferent to the sentence, it was his nature to look in the face of death and laugh. He wondered if he was missed. Had he had a family? A wife perhaps, children? Had he been but a child? Nothing, all his memories, even of himself and those closest to him, gone.
Only one memory remained clear, besides the one of the darkness that was his new home.
A boy, clearly marked of importance, stood before him, deadly eyes glaring, daring him to make a move. A voice, echoing in his empty mind accompanied the image, and he suspected it to be the boy he saw. 'You must be punished for your crimes thief, and the only punishment is one that fits the crime. You, tomb robber, are to be banished inside this Ring for the rest of eternity, until this world comes to an end. Unless you find the other half to your soul.' The image moved, and the boy smirked, 'But someone as coldhearted as you doesn't have a soul.' And then the image dissolved before his mind's eye, leaving only the darkness to remain.
That stupid pharaoh. . .
Now he remembered. He had been a great tomb robber, if not the greatest in Egypt at the time. He'd stolen a sacred treasure and had been ratted out by one of his own conspirators to the oh mightiest of pharaohs.
His soul, which had been ripped from his body with an antagonizing force, had been placed within the ring, leaving his soulless body to whither away to dust, or eaten by wild dogs that roamed the deserts of Egypt.
He remembered the hate. He hated the pharaoh with his entire soul, which was all of him. He would make the pharaoh pay one way or another. He'd get out of this prison. He'd find a way.
To Be Continued. . .
So, should I continue?
:p You know I will even if you won't want me to anyway. ^_^
[A Promise of Protection]
Warnings: Um, none so far. Pairings: There might not be any, but you all know that I don't write het. Author Notes: More information as story develops.
Prologue
He was surrounded by darkness, but over the time he'd spent here, floating in this vast nothingness, he'd grown used to it. It was almost. . .comforting now.
Time passed without a second thought. He had all the time in the world, yet he had none. Time was an insignificant factor in his existence. The darkness gave no hint to whether it was day or night, nor did he care. The domineering blackness that surrounded him never changed or shifted, but just lingered around him, touching him with a cool featherlike caress every now and then as if to just be there to remind him that he could still feel.
There was no sound either, just complete silence, and sometimes the silence seemed so deafeningly loud that he was almost forced to cover his ears. He had forgotten what a human voice sounded like, for he had forgotten his own. Whenever he had tried to speak, before having long given up, he's voice had been lost within the darkness, along with his soul.
He had once prayed to whatever god was listening that someone would come and awaken him from the trance like sleep he had been forced to place himself in, if not lose his sanity first. Those prayers, obviously having been a waste of energy he didn't need, had gone unheard, or ignored, or perhaps even laughed at.
His memories had faded to shady figures and now, among time and space, his own universe, his everything and yet nothing, he couldn't even remember why he was here. A punishment, but for what? What had he done so wrong to be placed in eternal darkness?
No one deserved this fate, even though he knew he had acted indifferent to the sentence, it was his nature to look in the face of death and laugh. He wondered if he was missed. Had he had a family? A wife perhaps, children? Had he been but a child? Nothing, all his memories, even of himself and those closest to him, gone.
Only one memory remained clear, besides the one of the darkness that was his new home.
A boy, clearly marked of importance, stood before him, deadly eyes glaring, daring him to make a move. A voice, echoing in his empty mind accompanied the image, and he suspected it to be the boy he saw. 'You must be punished for your crimes thief, and the only punishment is one that fits the crime. You, tomb robber, are to be banished inside this Ring for the rest of eternity, until this world comes to an end. Unless you find the other half to your soul.' The image moved, and the boy smirked, 'But someone as coldhearted as you doesn't have a soul.' And then the image dissolved before his mind's eye, leaving only the darkness to remain.
That stupid pharaoh. . .
Now he remembered. He had been a great tomb robber, if not the greatest in Egypt at the time. He'd stolen a sacred treasure and had been ratted out by one of his own conspirators to the oh mightiest of pharaohs.
His soul, which had been ripped from his body with an antagonizing force, had been placed within the ring, leaving his soulless body to whither away to dust, or eaten by wild dogs that roamed the deserts of Egypt.
He remembered the hate. He hated the pharaoh with his entire soul, which was all of him. He would make the pharaoh pay one way or another. He'd get out of this prison. He'd find a way.
To Be Continued. . .
So, should I continue?
:p You know I will even if you won't want me to anyway. ^_^