Amumu's story

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own League of Legends or these characters in any way, shape, or form. I have NOTHING to do with the game. This is just for fun and should not be associated with any company that could sue me.

The pharaoh's son sat on his golden throne. This was his favorite place to be because it was outside on a balcony. He stared off into the desert that lay before him. He wondered what it would be like to walk the on the sand, for he had never been out of the palace. He sighed. He was lonely.

He decided he would go for a walk. The sun was still in the sky and he was tired of shielding his eyes from its glare. He stood up and headed inside.

He removed his sandals. The floor felt cold under his feet. He picked them up and started toward his room. As he reached the stairs, his father called for him.

Zuberi was a strong, wise old man. His skin was lightly tanned and his head was shaved clean. He wore a long tan tunic lined with gold, and a gold cloth tied about his waist. He was adorned with many gold necklaces and bracelets. His eyes were a smoky green that seemed mysterious to all who had seen them. There were only two beings known to have eyes like these: the pharaoh and his son.

"Amumu," he smiled at his son, "where are you going, son?"

"To my room, pharaoh." He said with a small bow. He had always been taught to do this to show respect for his father, but he knew his father didn't mind if he didn't bow or called him pharaoh. He had told his son that he could call him 'father'. Still, he followed the traditions he knew were important to his family.

"Well hurry along," pharaoh said, "we have business to attend to today."

"Okay" Amumu sighed. The pharaoh frowned. He knew his son was often sad, but not usually when talking with him. Amumu was generally alright around his father. "May I go now, pharaoh?"

The pharaoh wanted to say more, but he decided against it. "Yes, Amumu. You may. I'll expect you in the main hall soon."

"Okay" He sighed again. He seemed to do this quite often. With that, the pharaoh headed out.

Amumu continued to his room. He brushed the tapestry covering his doorway aside and let it fall behind him, hiding him from the world. He crossed to his mirror and stared at his reflection. This was becoming one of his most frequent past times.

He looked himself up and down. He was a short, thin boy of eight. He wore a white tunic that fell just above his boney knees with a gold belt. His skin was so much tanner than the rest of his family that his sister often teased him about it. His skinny arms were decorated with gold bangles, four on his right hand and six on his left. His black wig had high bangs on it and a golden ring was fitted around his head to hold it in place. The hair fell just above his neck, leaving it open to the sun and breezes that would come and go.

He also wore a small gold ring on the middle finger of his right hand. The ring was made of soft gold leaves and was very delicate. It was his most precious possession. Because of this ring, Amumu always had a pale spot on his dark finger.

There was a reason why he had such dark skin. Amumu spent a lot of his time walking on the outer balconies and terraces on the palace grounds. He liked the sunlight. He liked feeling the heat on his face, and his skin was often burned because he didn't want to go inside when the days were hot.

"You keep sitting out here on days like this," his sister, Masika, would call from the shade, "And you wont have any skin left!"

Masika was only six, but, according to their mother, Safiya, she was a smart girl. She was also the only other child in the palace. She and Amumu sometimes played together, but it was difficult for the two to agree on games to play.

Masika liked to go down into the dark halls were the ancestors had their lives carved into the walls and look at all the pictures that were there. Amumu, however, hated the dark. He preferred to sit in the atrium and play in the garden.

It seemed that the only thing they both liked to do was a game they made up, called 'cloth toss'. They would gather up all the cloth they could find, divide it up, draw a line on the floor and try to hit each other with the rags. Amumu had always had better aim though.

Amumu turned the ring on his finger, a nervous habit that he had had since he got the ring from his mother.

"It was my father's when he was a boy," she had told him, "keep it safe, my son, and the gods will always protect you."

He decided that he should hurry. It wasn't good to make the pharaoh wait. He put on his gold beard and sandals and headed down to the hall. He knew that the palace soldiers didn't like it when he ran, but he was under orders. He swung around a post to help him with a sharp corner and ran smack into his sister coming out of the hall that led to her room. The two collided and fell to the floor.

Amumu rubbed his head and let out a long agony filled groan. He sounded almost like a ghost. Masika shook her head and tried to focus. The children looked at each other for a moment before remembering they were in a hurry. Masika got up first and started running again. Amumu followed.

"Hey!" he called after her, "Come back!"

She giggled back at him. "I'm faster than you, big brother!" Amumu put on an extra burst of speed and caught up to her. She shot him a quick look of surprise before getting a determined look on her face and pulling slightly a head of him. He smiled at her and giggled with her.

The impromptu race took them down the stairs, through the guard's chambers, through the gardens, and finally ending in the main hall. The two stopped at the doorway.

The two giggled some more as they gasped to catch their breath. Masika grinned at her brother.

"Ha! I win." she said, puffing out her chest.

"Yeah," Amumu smiled at her, "you sure do." Although he was almost sure that he had pulled ahead of her at the last minute. He clapped her on the shoulder and together they walked into the hall.

The hall was lined with wealthy people. Some Amumu knew, most he didn't recognize. He saw Omari, another boy close to his age. The two hardly got to see one another, but his father, Mahad, often helped the pharaoh with difficult decisions, and he sometimes brought Omari to play with Amumu and Masika.

Amumu waved to him and he waved back with a big smile. His sister grabbed his hand.

"I'm frightened, brother." She said, a little shaken. This was her first time in the main hall when the people had been called in. When she was here before, it was empty.

He gave her hand a small squeeze. "Don't be, little sister. This is what we have to do." He smiled at her. "Besides, we have to go see mommy and the pharaoh. They're over there, see?"

She turned her attention to the front of the room. The hall led down to a high flight of stairs. The stairs went up to two golden thrones on an overseeing platform. There, in those beautiful golden chairs, regally sat their parents. Both were smiling at their children as they stood at the head of the room.

Still holding hands, the children walked down the hall. All the people bowed their heads slightly as they passed them by. Amumu had taken this walk a few times before, but it was still frightening. Masika, however, was terrified. She kept her eyes forward and her hand in her brother's. Although, she kind of liked the attention she was getting.

When they had almost reached the stairs, Amumu squeezed his sister's hand again and whispered, "Just like we practiced, remember?" She nodded.

The children paused at the base of the stairs. They knelt before their parents and touched their noses to the ground with their arms stretched out. Amumu quietly counted off the seconds until they could sit up for her. He knew that Masika couldn't count yet.

"Okay" he mumbled, and the two sat back on their knees and toes. Their mother smiled at them. Pride beamed in her glowing face. She turned to her husband. The pharaoh smiled back at her and then turned to his children. He lifted his hand, indicating them to stand.

They got up and started up the stairs. The whole room was silent save for the soft sound of movement as they all stood. It made the children uneasy. They reached the top, dropped to one knee and bowed their heads.

"Very good, children. Don't you think so, pharaoh?" the queen asked her husband.

He smiled. "Yes, Safiya. Children, you've done wonderfully." They stood and Masika ran to her mother's open arms. She pulled her daughter onto her lap and held her close. Amumu took a seat on the open floor to the right of his father's throne. His father looked at him. "Prince Amumu, would you like a chair?"

"No, pharaoh." He replied bowing his head. "I shall be fine here, pharaoh." He looked up. Their matching eyes connected. The pharaoh nodded.

He stood up and raised his golden staff, a sign that he wanted to speak. The small murmurs that had occurred during the children's settling immediately died.

"My loyal subjects," he boomed. Amumu had always loved to hear his father speak to the people. He continued, "I call you here to make an announcement." Amumu looked up at his father. The children had never been told what they were being summoned for, but that wasn't unusual. But Amumu had guessed that it was going to be another tribute to the gods like the last time he was here.

"I would like to present my daughter, Masika."

Masika's head snapped forward. She looked out over the crowd and stopped breathing. Her eyes went wide.

"Go on dear," her mother cooed, "go stand with pharaoh."

She jumped down off her mother and slowly shuffled to her father. He held out a hand to her and she took it immediately. He helped her along to stand next to him.

In a wave of movement, the crowd began to kneel. Masika didn't like the attention anymore. She wanted to run away and hide. Amumu noticed. He began quietly humming an old lullaby that their mother used to sing to them.

She cheated a look at her brother. He was swaying a little with the tune. He nodded at her. She nodded back and turned back toward the crowd. She took a deep breath and smiled at the people, humming the tune under her breath.

"Thank you pharaoh," she said bowing her head, "May I go now, pharaoh?" he nodded. Her mother opened her arms again, but this time her daughter ran to Amumu. She threw her arms around his neck, knocking him off balance a bit. Once he figured out what had happened, he smiled and hugged her to him.

"Thank you, big brother." She whispered.

Pharaoh addressed the people once more with a few orders and returned to his throne. He allowed the people to go.

The queen leaned toward her husband, "I don't understand it, Zuberi. Why would she run to her brother for comfort? He is not a cheerful boy."

The pharaoh smiled at his son. He knew what had happened. He was proud. "You know, Safiya, I'm sure the gods have a reason for it." She smiled back and nodded.


Intermission! Hey Guys! I'm actually really starting to get into this story. I really wanted to try and keep it one chapter, but I feel like there's so much more I could write. So lets see how this turns out.

We now return to the story…


A few days later, Amumu was back out on his throne. He turned the ring on his finger as he stared out into the desert. He sighed.

Masika ran outside. She had a huge grin on her face.

"Amumu!" she was bouncing up and down with excitement in front of her brother.

"Yes, little sister?" Amumu sighed without looking at her.

She stopped bouncing but was still grinning. "Come on, brother!" She grabbed his hand and started pulling him up. "Come on hurry!"

She finally got him standing and then pulled on him more to get him moving. He was not a very strong child, but he was still stronger than Masika. He pulled back and she slipped and fell.

"Where are we going?" he asked. He didn't want to leave his spot. The sun was out and bright.

She stood up. "I found something. I want you to go with me. Please, brother?"

Amumu looked at her with a curious eye. "Where?"

"Behind the pillar in the water room. Come on!" She pulled on him again.

He sighed. There was no point in arguing. "Okay."

She held onto his hand as they dashed through the palace. He tried to slow down a few times, but it only worked for a few moments before she pulled him back into a run.

When they made it to the water room, she finally let go. Amumu dropped to the floor where he sat trying to catch his breath. Masika, however, kept moving.

Amumu looked around. The room looked just like it always did. The children called it the water room because water from the Nile flowed in here through an opening in the wall. It made half of the room a clear, calm pool that came to an end at a set of white stairs. Every day, someone from the palace would come in, walk down the stairs, and fill a jar with water for the kitchen. Sometimes, they liked to play on the stairs and put their feet in the water, but they weren't supposed to be in here without a guard.

Amumu turned his attention to his sister. Masika grunted as she pushed against a pillar close to the water's edge. Her sandals made her feet slip on the floor. As she pushed, she walked without going anywhere.

Amumu got up. "Just wait for me." He slipped off his sandals and walked over to her. He told her to do the same.

"It's back here, brother. Help me." She started pushing again. Amumu joined her.

"What makes you think that this will move, sister?" he asked her. He didn't stop pushing though.

"I saw it, brother! There's a passage behind here." She smiled at him. She wasn't one to lie so he believed her.

The two pushed harder and they still couldn't move it. Amumu stopped. He sighed and looked around.

Masika stopped and looked at him. "What is it?"

"We can't move this. Maybe there's another way in."

Before too long, the children were crawling on the floor and walking their hands along the walls. They weren't really sure what they were looking for exactly, but they kept looking anyway.

Eventually, Amumu hit a loose place at the bottom the wall next to the pillar. He pushed a little more and it gave some.

"Masika! I think I found something." She ran over to look. He pushed again and her eyes went wide when it moved. She began pushing too.

With a great final shove, the two sent the block sliding out of site into the wall. They rested their chins on the floor to look through the hole.

Darkness.

Masika grinned. "I told you, brother! I told you! Lets go in." She began to crawl forward.

"NO!" Amumu yelled. He grabbed her waist and pulled her back out. She coughed a little from the dust she had just kicked up.

"What are you doing?" She asked him, slightly annoyed.

"Maybe we shouldn't go in." he said, "The pharaoh may not like it if we did. Besides, we're not even supposed to be in here." He gave his sister a stern look.

"But we've come this far." She pouted. "I want to see."

Amumu turned the ring on his hand. What should he do?

"Well…" he finally said, "We should at least get a torch."

She squealed with joy and hugged her brother. He smiled a little. Only a little.

They agreed to cover the hole and come back in a few days when all the torches would be new. Then they would climb through for a look. They put a few jars in front of the hole and tried to make it look like they weren't there. They picked up their sandals and headed back into the halls.

They walked back toward their rooms. Masika was talking but Amumu wasn't listening. He had a lot to think about.

"Promise you won't go in." Amumu said after they were far away from the room. His sister smiled an 'I would never!' smile, but Amumu stared her down.

She sighed. "Okay" Amumu laughed a little at how much she was beginning to sound like him. He could tell she meant it though.

So she wandered away to her room, still pouting. Amumu started back toward his favorite spot.


Author's note Ok so this is getting long. I know where I want to go with it, but I'm just having too much fun writing this! I can't wait to see what I'll do next! (Seriously, I do this in bursts and every idea comes from somewhere new so even I don't know what's coming.) So stay tuned and keep reading! Please review!