Disclaimer: I don't own any. Not even the pharaoh. (sniff, sniff)
NOTE1: Please, forgive my spelling and grammar errors!
NOTE2: I revised the story a bit, changing 'Atemu' into 'Atem' and adding a few words and sentences here and there, while removing some of the spelling and grammar errors. I was a lot younger when I wrote this, probably about fourteen, as the publishing date is six years ago.
He, once pharaoh of Egypt, was now standing in the middle of the arena. Thousands and thousands of people were sitting around him, Atemu, watching him. The people of Rome were entertaining themselves quite well, as they looked at Atem in amusement.
I feel so lonely, he thought. He knew he was about to leave this world. Atem's time had come. He wasn't the pharaoh anymore, he was just a boy come here to entertain Rome. To die under the claws of hungry lions.
They released the lions. Two hungry animals slowly walked up to him, their predatory eyes glued to Atem, their prey, ready to attack. Just a few steps... One jump.
Suddenly, it seemed like a shock went through Atem's body, and then someone else had taken over. He dove away and the first lion missed. With one jump he was sitting on it. He let one hand slide around an amulet with a pointy end, hanging on the necklace around his neck; it was the amulet that was given to him by his high priest, one his ninth birthday, to protect him against all dangers. He shot Anubis one prayer, before he took off his necklace. He then stabbed the pointy end into the lion. Dead.
One down, still one to go. The wild predator was circling around Atem, ready to attack him. The boy slowly went down on his knees and placed his left hand, fingers spread wide, onto the ground, feeling the earth's golden sand underneath its palm. His other hand was still holding his precious amulet, now covered with blood. The lion came closer and closer, and was now close enough to grab the boy and kill him. But not fast enough. In a wink Atem made a feint, then threw sand into the lions eyes, blurring its sight. He didn't waste a second and ran towards the confused and angry beast. Atem lifted his right hand and stabbed his amulet into the lion. The royal beast stirred. Blood trickled down, falling on the sand and colouring it red. The lion fell down, making dust fly up. Dead.
Atem came back to reality and his gaze fell on his hands. Blood and death were clinging on them. He looked up at the crowd that was cheering loudly. He trembled and black shadows appeared in front of his crimson eyes. Atem fainted...
So, should I leave it here like a one shot, or should I continue? And if I did continue, what kinda story would you like it to be? Any idea's?