The wind howled that day so long ago. The day where everything wonderful and jovial came to a halt. From what I was told, my parents were in the temple of Amun, thanking the God for everything he done for my family. This was before I was born, about two months to be exact. One year prior, was the year, the Prince was born to the Royal Family. My family served the Royal Family as its secret protectors. We are born to a specific Family Member with the sole purpose of protecting them. My father was the protector of the current Pharaoh, Aknamkanon. Unfortunately, the day that I was brought into this world, was the day that everything changed...
Two figures walked out into the cool desert night. One, a female, slim and young, dressed in white carried a bundle in her arms. Next to her, a man kept watch as they left the Temple of their God, Bes, the God of protection against evil.
"Akins, what will we do? You saw who our daughter is meant to protect." The woman whispered fearfully, holding the bundle closer to her. The man looked at his love, and stopped walking. He took her hand, brining her close to him, lightly pressing his lips to her forehead. "I want you and our child to run Jamila. I have to stay here and protect the Pharaoh." He whispered.
The woman turned her head, as to not show her love the tears that were threatening to fall. The child, as if knowing what was happening, started to cry, causing her parents to stiffen. "See, even she, just a babe knows that this means we will never see you again." She whispered the sadness evident in her voice now. Sighing, the man wrapped his arms around the woman and child, kissing both of their heads tenderly.
"I know Jamila, I know. But I do not want our child to be raised in this life. It is far too dangerous for her." He whispered before looking around the outside of the temple. He wasn't sure if the Pharaoh would be coming after them or not, or if it was his brother, the High Priest, who wanted their heads. Faint footsteps could be heard, coming from the direction of the palace. From what he could tell, they were outnumbered, but with there only being two of them, it wasn't hard for it to happen. Turning back to his love, he told her to run, but she refused, telling him that she would never leave without him.
The footsteps grew heavier, and louder with each step, and the man and woman tensed. The babe in their arms started crying softly, afraid of what was going to be happening. "Hush little one, everything will be alright." The mother whispered, and gently kissed her child's head. She knew what she must do and quickly ran towards the temple again, placing their daughter amongst the bushes to keep hidden before returning to her lover's side. With their hands intertwined, they waited for the Pharaoh's army to come to them.