Kiss Of Death

By KrystalShadow

(Becci)

Introduction:

In Ancient Egypt, a long time ago, below the busy streets there were dark tunnels and rooms in which there lived the guardians of the tombs. These people were now chosen but born without choice into this work, it was especially hard if you were male. The tomb keepers were forbidden from venturing outdoors and many had not even seen the sun.

This is where our story begins, it started with a girl called Isis, who lived in the shadows, below the developing world.

Chapter 1 – Failed Attempt

Isis sat on her stone bed, fiddling with the bracelets on her wrists, and then the ends of her midnight black hair. She looked into the flame of the candle on her bedside table. I wonder if the outsiders use candles . . . she thought, as she stood up and blew it out.

The room was left in darkness and she could only see a mild shine from her jewellery. She felt around for the door, and when finding it she made her way out into the hall, closing it behind her.

The hall was long and lit by flaming torches. She felt cold, as usual but made her way along the hall. As she had nothing to do she was board and her mind began to wonder as to what she could do to entertain herself.

Her trail of thought came to an end when she looked up to see the staircase, leading to the outside world. Just standing there would have been a punishable offence if her father were there. She let her eyes study the stone steps, and worked her way up to the sliding, closed, dust trap-door diagonally in front of her.

If I'm so board, then maybe . . . She began to think, but stopped herself before it entreated her mind. Her father had forbidden travelling outside, if he could read her thoughts she would even be punished for thinking such a thing!

She turned away, no matter how board she was she wouldn't go up there . . . But for some reason, she could not walk away. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Then, she looked back at the exit from the shadows over her shoulder and turned around again, taking a few steps foreword.

"C'mon Isis, just a look . . ." she said to herself. And without giving it another thought she stepped foreword, onto the first step. Then she stood still once again.

She did not wish to think about it, because then she would back down. So she just took the extra few steps until she stood in front of the door. She had never been this far before. She then put foreword her hand and ran it along the cold, stone door. It was very dense and the cold seeped through her fingers and ran along her body.

She shivered slightly, but pushed her whole body against it and felt it move, very slowly, it opened . . .

Isis let out a small squeal of shock, excitement and fear. She stumbled back and almost fell down the stairs. Pure light seeped through the gap in the door and pressed itself against the walls of the tunnels. Isis; eyes opened wide, fore she had never seen true light before . . .

"ISIS!" she heard a familiar, harsh voice cry from behind her. She fell forward, pushing the door closed and turned round to see Marik, her little brother looking up at her in shock.

"Marik . . ." She stuttered, it was hard to talk after the sight she had just seen.

"What are you doing?" He cried, and continued before she could answer, "Get down, now! Before someone sees you . . ."

Isis stood dumb-struck for a moment and then she took in his words and ran down to meet him, he looked at her and she could not make out his emotions from his glowing eyes.

"What were you thinking?!" he hissed.

"I don't know . . . I really don't!" at this point, she was close to tears. Just thinking about how much trouble she was in made her tremble . . . "Marik, you won't tell father will you?" she muttered.

"No!" Marik cried, close to sounding angry. "He'll kill you. I don't know why you did it but . . . but, you must never do it again and I won't tell father"

Isis threw her arms around him and tried to hold back her tears. "Oh thank-you!" she cried, and looked up once again. "It was a stupid thing I did, I didn't mean to . . ." then she realised how soft she was being, she pushed back her hair and sighed. "And you, didn't seen anything? Ok?"

Marik nodded and watched her walk along the corridor. Inside her knew her reasons for doing what she did but he was shocked himself . . . His sister had done, and got away with, what he had always wanted to . . .

Isis knew what she did was wrong, and if her father knew her life would be not worth living. She would never do it again . . . That she was sure of.

But Isis did not know she could not keep that promise. As she walked away into her dark, shaded room she had no idea that now she had seen pure sunlight she could not go back to a life of shadows . . .