Solo
By: Josie Danger
Disclaimer: Mummies Alive does not belong to me. I'm just borrowing a character for a while. Please don't sue!
It's funny you know? Having to hide who you really are just to prove you can do the same as anyone else. Practice makes perfect they say, but that only applies to the few and far between. They say luck makes a man, or in any case, a woman pretending to be one. The pharaoh doesn't know the truth, no one must know, ever. For if they knew, it would be certain death, and we don't want now do we? Whoever said life was fair, lied. I work twice as hard as any of the other guardians, but I don't seem to get much credit. I fix what needs to be fixed and I do what needs to be done in less time than everyone else. I know I'm different, they know I'm different, but should that make any difference to them to treat me like they do? The price was high to be a guardian, it meant living a life in certain fear. Day in and day out, pacing the floor, making plans, always afraid of slipping up over something silly. I love my life, but I also fear it. For each day that I wake, I'm fearful of guards storming my room and knowing who I really am. What I really am. A woman. Strong enough for two men in spirit and in mind. The funny thing is, I think the prince knows, but does not tell, for he likes my company, or so I've come to guess. He always asks for my guidance when matters turn rough in his studies. I take him out to clear his mind. We just sit and talk about trivial matters most of the time but there are those other occasions that we just listen to what is not said and everything seems obvious.
Yes, that is what I like the best, to charioteer. I knew when I was young that I could out ride anyone who I came across, riding through the desert in a horse drawn chariot was a feeling I will always remember, even in death. No, let us not think about that now, for it won't come soon… Hopefully. Wind in the hair is a wonderful feeling, not having to worry about troubles so much, freedom to think and clear the mind. Carried by the wind, that's what they told me when I was little. I had spirit but that I needed to be tamed. What a joke to them all, if they could see me now, the prince's guardian and chariot driver. I proved I was man enough for the job, and will continue to do so. This woman does not need a man to tell her what she does, to be submissive to her husband. I am free; I will always do as I please, until I die. No, don't think that, it's silly. No one could catch us. I ride with speed and have the grace of a lion. That's what my armor states I am; a lone lion in the grace of few others that bare the same name. Guardian to the prince, protector of the next ruler of Egypt. I am who I am. I will not change, for I will always be Nefer-Tina, the guardian of my prince.
Comments are welcome, please. Should I write more?
Website: http://www.oddworldz.com/josiedanger/
By: Josie Danger
Disclaimer: Mummies Alive does not belong to me. I'm just borrowing a character for a while. Please don't sue!
It's funny you know? Having to hide who you really are just to prove you can do the same as anyone else. Practice makes perfect they say, but that only applies to the few and far between. They say luck makes a man, or in any case, a woman pretending to be one. The pharaoh doesn't know the truth, no one must know, ever. For if they knew, it would be certain death, and we don't want now do we? Whoever said life was fair, lied. I work twice as hard as any of the other guardians, but I don't seem to get much credit. I fix what needs to be fixed and I do what needs to be done in less time than everyone else. I know I'm different, they know I'm different, but should that make any difference to them to treat me like they do? The price was high to be a guardian, it meant living a life in certain fear. Day in and day out, pacing the floor, making plans, always afraid of slipping up over something silly. I love my life, but I also fear it. For each day that I wake, I'm fearful of guards storming my room and knowing who I really am. What I really am. A woman. Strong enough for two men in spirit and in mind. The funny thing is, I think the prince knows, but does not tell, for he likes my company, or so I've come to guess. He always asks for my guidance when matters turn rough in his studies. I take him out to clear his mind. We just sit and talk about trivial matters most of the time but there are those other occasions that we just listen to what is not said and everything seems obvious.
Yes, that is what I like the best, to charioteer. I knew when I was young that I could out ride anyone who I came across, riding through the desert in a horse drawn chariot was a feeling I will always remember, even in death. No, let us not think about that now, for it won't come soon… Hopefully. Wind in the hair is a wonderful feeling, not having to worry about troubles so much, freedom to think and clear the mind. Carried by the wind, that's what they told me when I was little. I had spirit but that I needed to be tamed. What a joke to them all, if they could see me now, the prince's guardian and chariot driver. I proved I was man enough for the job, and will continue to do so. This woman does not need a man to tell her what she does, to be submissive to her husband. I am free; I will always do as I please, until I die. No, don't think that, it's silly. No one could catch us. I ride with speed and have the grace of a lion. That's what my armor states I am; a lone lion in the grace of few others that bare the same name. Guardian to the prince, protector of the next ruler of Egypt. I am who I am. I will not change, for I will always be Nefer-Tina, the guardian of my prince.
Comments are welcome, please. Should I write more?
Website: http://www.oddworldz.com/josiedanger/