The Apple….yup….weird title
Disclaimer: Dont own
Note:Ancient Egypt crap
Prologue
Her breath, invisible in the night air. Her chest, heaving with every intake of the sweet crisp air. Her long, slender legs perfect for running. Her strong arms extended out, giving her wings. Her small feet padded against the sand, her weight making no imprints in it.
Armered guards chased after her, given the order to bring her back alive, unharmed.
She laughed, her pale eyes glowing with mischief in the moonlight. 'Gotcha again,' her mind repeated over and over, giving her confidence she could do anything. 'Another perfect night.'
The Pharaohs guards were far behind now. They had probably given up, like many other nights.
In her hand, held by delicate fingers, was not gold or riches, but an apple. A black apple. One of her skill did not need money or wealth. Only food to give her the needed strength.
But, a secret, only known to her, her sister , father, and mother, was kept deep within. A secret the created a dark wound over her heart. That wound left no room for love.
But if by chance, a ceratin Tombrobber would free her from her torment, instead of turing the other cheek, this secret would be revealed.