Ok so this is my first fanfiction. I am so nervous but I want you guys to read it. I welcome all critizism. Please review, tell if you like it or if you don't. All reviews are welcomed. Thanks!
The day is lazy as Ra's essences cloaks the sky in a bright light and warms the desert soil below. On this slow afternoon, the calmed Nile River drifts towards the royal bathhouse. Inside, the room is filled with the spiced scent of myrrh and henna oil as the ladies in waiting dress the personification of their nation. Egypt sits perfect still as the oil is rubbed over her arms and legs. Her gaze is soft but lifeless as it shifts from one object in the room to another. The other women are busy, rushing about to get her ready in time.
"Lift your arm , please." the woman to her right ask and Egypt does so slowly, as gradual and lazy as the day. When the jeweled brace is secure on her arms, she stands with grace as they adjust her skirt. The linen is smooth against her oiled skin and the openings on each side allow for her legs to breathe during the harsh Egyptian summers. A golden and blue threaded sash is tied around her waist to bring life to the white clothe. Two other women come now, Egypt automatically lifts her arms as they slide the upper half of her attire over her head. It stops just under her chest. She shivers as the gold necklace is place atop the shirt and fastened. Golden sandals are slipped on her feet followed by more jewelry. As the final touches, a golden headdress with the symbol of Ra is placed on her dark hair and a gold threaded clock tied about her neck.
Egypt, slides the hood of the cloak onto her head and exist wordlessly. The sun is almost blinding, but is quickly shield by a fan bearer who walks to her right as she enters the main palace. There is chatter everywhere as officials gather in the halls. When they see her coming, they stop momentarily to acknowledge. Egypt spares them a glance but says nothing as she continues towards the Persian Council. The large doors open to her and she finds Mazaces pacing back and forth in the open space. He looks up at her, ushering the fan bears and servants to leave, with exception to the wine carrier.
"Nefertiti," he calls to Egypt, gesturing to the wine bearing to fill her glass and his own. Egypt nods slightly, retrieving the small golden chalice. Mazaces gulps his wine down, Egypt sips and watches him over the rim of her glass. He is obviously shaking by something, though she can probably guess. Rumors have not been kind to him or her land these past months.
He sighs and flicks his wrist, the wine bearer leaves immediately, "We have a problem," he says as the doors close. Egypt waits patiently for him to finish.
"King Darius has been overtaken by the Macedonians. I fear war my be upon us," his eyes beg for solutions, which she can't offer him. Sabaces left to protect King Darius, taking with him most of their military defensive. Mazaces was left in charge to secure Persian interest in North Africa. But Egypt fears that Sabaces has left them open to the Greeks. Her eyes drift to the window, the sun illuminates the sky.
If it be the will of Ra, she will not fight the Macedonians. "If Ra allows" her voice is so gentle to the point her mouth hardly moves.
Mazaces shakes his head, rubbing a hand through thick chocolate curls, "This is not the time for your mysticism, Nefertiti."
"Hn,' she says as small clouds cover the sun for a moment. Egypt nods slightly at the sign just given to her. The clouds will cover the sun. Her eyes, already dramatized by her black makeup, slides in the direct of her country's current regent. He has no idea what the gods are saying. He is Persian, he can not understand.
"The clouds will cover the sun," Egypt points to the sign given to them, hoping the man would grasp it. Mazaces' eyes follow her direction to the scattered clouds. He sighs deeply, squeezes his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"The Macedonians will come?" he asks in aggravated confusion.
"Hn" Egypt responses in the affirmative.