The Guardian
Chapter One
How it All Began
Nefertiti walked through the corridors. She felt lost. But she wasn't lost. She was at home. Home. Her home was a palace and she was a princess. But she didn't feel like a princess. Not these days anyway. Her father was always off doing one thing or another. She had no idea what he was up to.
Since her mother's death last year he was continently busy. Doing one thing or another. She never saw him, sadly. But she kept her head held high. She had to remain a princess.
"Princess!" Her father called.
Nefertiti turned to him, "Yes?"
"I hope you are ready to begin your lessons."
Nefertiti cocked her head at him, "Lessons?"
"Fighting lessons," The pharaoh reminded her.
"Oh! Those lessons." Nefertiti had totally forgotten, "I forgot. Yes I suppose I am ready."
The pharaoh patted her on the shoulder, "Good. Good. Princess this is your instructor, Anck-su-namun."
Nefertiti tilted her head as a young woman entered the room. "You look very familiar."
"Well she should," Seti replied, "She is the daughter of one of our servants. She's spent the last several years serving in one of our summer palaces."
Nefertiti shook her head, "I'm sorry I just can't remember."
Anck-su-namun shook her head, "No need to worry about it."
"How does someone like you get into training royalty into combat anyway?"
Anck-su-namun just shrugged, "I sort of fell into it."
"I bet you did."
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Nefertiti brushed her long hair back. It had been another very long week full of training. She hated combat training and she hated Anck-su-namun. She was so… so… so… annoying.
Her trainer had been very helpful and encouraging and Anck-su-namun had even been caring in her personal life but now she was just…. just… poking her nose where it didn't belong.
She had been training for a full three months and her father was planning a tournament. She knew she was not ready to compete in front of people. But she would not let her father, or Anck-su-namun, know of that.
She needed rest that was what she needed. A nice long week of rest. Of course, now that Anck-su-namun was training her that would never happen. She was not a lazy person just someone who was tired and needed a chance to recharge herself. She spent every waking moment of her life, since Anck-su- namun had come onto the scene, bouncing around and training.
She threw open the doors to one of the balconies that overlooked the Nile River. "Your highness!" A male's voice exclaimed as he spun around.
Nefertiti recognized the man. She could recognize him almost anywhere. "Imhotep! What are you doing here?"
The high priest shrugged his broad shoulders, "Your father requested my presence here today."
Nefertiti walked over by the bald man and placed rested her hands on the high railing, "Have you seen him yet?"
Imhotep looked out at the river and gave a short, simple answer, "No."
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"Oh, just Oh."
Imhotep took the young girl by the shoulders and turned her to him, "What is it?"
Nefertiti searched out his eyes, "What?"
"Something is bothering you, I can tell."
Nefertiti made a rude sounding noise and turned away from the man, "What makes you say that?"
"Your highness I have known you for many, many years. I can tell when something is bothering you."
"Nothing is bothering me."
Imhotep didn't believe her and let her know it.
"Your out of your mind." The princess sneered, "I'm fine. So just leave me alone!" And she spun away from him and ran down the halls to her chambers.
Chapter One
How it All Began
Nefertiti walked through the corridors. She felt lost. But she wasn't lost. She was at home. Home. Her home was a palace and she was a princess. But she didn't feel like a princess. Not these days anyway. Her father was always off doing one thing or another. She had no idea what he was up to.
Since her mother's death last year he was continently busy. Doing one thing or another. She never saw him, sadly. But she kept her head held high. She had to remain a princess.
"Princess!" Her father called.
Nefertiti turned to him, "Yes?"
"I hope you are ready to begin your lessons."
Nefertiti cocked her head at him, "Lessons?"
"Fighting lessons," The pharaoh reminded her.
"Oh! Those lessons." Nefertiti had totally forgotten, "I forgot. Yes I suppose I am ready."
The pharaoh patted her on the shoulder, "Good. Good. Princess this is your instructor, Anck-su-namun."
Nefertiti tilted her head as a young woman entered the room. "You look very familiar."
"Well she should," Seti replied, "She is the daughter of one of our servants. She's spent the last several years serving in one of our summer palaces."
Nefertiti shook her head, "I'm sorry I just can't remember."
Anck-su-namun shook her head, "No need to worry about it."
"How does someone like you get into training royalty into combat anyway?"
Anck-su-namun just shrugged, "I sort of fell into it."
"I bet you did."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Nefertiti brushed her long hair back. It had been another very long week full of training. She hated combat training and she hated Anck-su-namun. She was so… so… so… annoying.
Her trainer had been very helpful and encouraging and Anck-su-namun had even been caring in her personal life but now she was just…. just… poking her nose where it didn't belong.
She had been training for a full three months and her father was planning a tournament. She knew she was not ready to compete in front of people. But she would not let her father, or Anck-su-namun, know of that.
She needed rest that was what she needed. A nice long week of rest. Of course, now that Anck-su-namun was training her that would never happen. She was not a lazy person just someone who was tired and needed a chance to recharge herself. She spent every waking moment of her life, since Anck-su- namun had come onto the scene, bouncing around and training.
She threw open the doors to one of the balconies that overlooked the Nile River. "Your highness!" A male's voice exclaimed as he spun around.
Nefertiti recognized the man. She could recognize him almost anywhere. "Imhotep! What are you doing here?"
The high priest shrugged his broad shoulders, "Your father requested my presence here today."
Nefertiti walked over by the bald man and placed rested her hands on the high railing, "Have you seen him yet?"
Imhotep looked out at the river and gave a short, simple answer, "No."
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"Oh, just Oh."
Imhotep took the young girl by the shoulders and turned her to him, "What is it?"
Nefertiti searched out his eyes, "What?"
"Something is bothering you, I can tell."
Nefertiti made a rude sounding noise and turned away from the man, "What makes you say that?"
"Your highness I have known you for many, many years. I can tell when something is bothering you."
"Nothing is bothering me."
Imhotep didn't believe her and let her know it.
"Your out of your mind." The princess sneered, "I'm fine. So just leave me alone!" And she spun away from him and ran down the halls to her chambers.