Okay this is my second story. Atemu is going to be a lot smarter acting then he was in my other story, Hidden Lies, but he's still going to keep that funny attitude.
Staring at the stars above her head, Akila wondered if this war was really necessary. Many of her people will die and have died for a stupid senseless war. She was standing on her balcony which stood at the head of the palace overlooking a wide desert.
The war with Egypt had began ever since before she was born. She heard stories how Egyptians were cold people, but she had a hard time believing it. Her people, the Syrians were the ones to always launch an attack when Egypt least expected it. Maybe it was here people that were cold and heartless.
"Miss, your father wishes to speak to you." Tentana, Akila's personal attendant said poking her head from the hallway. Akila turned around. "Thanks Tentana I'll be there in a minute." Akila let out a heavy sigh. '
'He's probably going to lecture me again on the importance of war.' She thought. 'It's not even obligatory.'
Akila made her way down the hall and entered the throne room to where her father and mother sat.
"Yes father, you wanted to see me?" Akila asked standing in front of him.
"Yes. I did." He said flatly. Akila was sure she could hear anger, disappointment and grief in his tone. "As you well know, our incursion to Egypt was well thought out, but…" He trailed off. His voice lowered and he hung his head. "They expected us! They knew we were coming, how! Those ba…."
"Dear, you ought to control your temper." Said Akila's mother who sat next to him, Akila groaned a little, she could tell this was going to end up in another nasty fight. But before the real yelling began, she reminded them of her presence.
"Ahem." Two pairs of eyes turned to her direction. "Oh, Akila….Anyway, about the incursion, that's not what I wanted to say…" The ill-tempered king paused a moment to scratch his head. "Ummmm. You're a pretty good fighter….Well ya see. We lost this battle. I was wondering if you would want with us on our next incursion to Egypt."
Akila folded her arms and looked him directly in the eye. He knew what her answer was already. This stupid meaningless war meant nothing to her, her only wish was that it be stopped. But she didn't want to let her people down.
"I'll have to think about it." Before her father could say anything Akila walked out the room and went back to her own room. She knew she would have to participate in this war. She was a warrior princess, and a pretty darn good one too.
The young princess of about 17, changed into some night clothes. With one last look at the bright stars, she closed the window and headed for her bed.
A few miles away from where Akila lay sleeping, a young prince lay awake in his own bed. Thoughts of last night crowded his mind. The blood. The bruises. And the lives. Many innocent men loosing their lives for their country.
Atemu sat up and rubbed his face. He had received many cuts and scars from the other day. His father was hospitalized in his bed being tended by doctors and magicians.
He slipped out of his bed and walked out to the balcony. Looking up at the twinkling delight that lay in the sky he had a feeling that he wasn't alone. Searching left and right, high and low, no one was found. It must have been his imagination. Or maybe it was just a feeling that he wasn't the only one that found it hard to sleep due to this war. Hmmmmm. He shook it off and tried his best to return to sleep.
Akila woke the next morning to the sound of the army from outside her window getting reading for another incursion to Egypt.
Rubbing her eyes she walked to the balcony, opened it, and exposed herself to the light. The morning light was bright, so she used her hand as a shield.
She saw her father at the front of the troops and a white horse. Equipped with all needful gear for war the men began to march.
'Should I go or not? It would be quite an adventure, but also quite risky.' Debating her thoughts, she hurriedly dressed into an army outfit her father had designed just for her. She ran out to the desert heat and ran to the stables.
"Hey girl, ready for a little action?" She said to her horse, a beautiful black Arabian. Akila readied her and climbed on.
'Please father don't leave.' She said to herself. She made it out of the stables just as the army was about to leave. Akila road hard to catch up with the Syrian king.
"Father!" She called out when she reached him.
"Akila, so you decided to come?"
"You bet! I wouldn't let you keep all the adventure to yourself?"
"Akila, you've always have a fighting spirit."
And they rode. For what seemed like days. The hot sun beating down on them was almost unbearable. Akila felt terrible for the soldiers who had to walk in the weather. Akila was determined to press onward. She kept telling herself that Egypt was the enemy and must be destroyed at all costs. This had put her in a good fighting mood. She was ready for anything. In the distance she could see the outline of a city laying on the horizon. A smirked played across her face. 'Get ready losers, today's your final day…'
Okay, so Akila and Atemu are two separated countries at war, they don't know each other…yet. I wonder what will happen when they do…this could be interesting…..