Afterlife
The world will stand before me. My eyes they will watch and with my words they will learn. My reign will rule forever, my power will never cease to grow. The poor will grow rich within my land, nothing will grow to everything within my sands. The rain will turn to gold, the writings will be inked. This is, my Egypt.
"My pharaoh, there are three pathways but these two nearby the boulders will likely be blocked."
"How much enemy force are you suspecting?"
"With all due respect, double our warriors my pharaoh."
The man lightly cursed under his breath. His crimson eyes looked upon his servant fearlessly.
"And the third pathway?"
A tall man came from behind, tilting his head to reveal his face in the dim light.
"My p-priest."
The servant fell to his knees as he greeted the holy man that continued to walk closer to the pharaoh. His footsteps were gentle yet deft, hiding himself in a black, dark velvet coat. The servant managed to look up and saw the two great men looking through each other with a smile it seemed. These were the god send, or the gods themselves. Their majesty had him still on his knees.
Finally the priest motioned his fingers to have the servant stand before him.
"Yes, what about the third pathway?"
"It's too treacherous, my pharaoh. The formations has to be changed, the rocks are too close and narrow, perhaps a single file and we may end up in a sandstorm in about two days, my lord." He looked at him sincerely, informing the both the blunt truth.
"Why," The priest smirked. Both the pharaoh and servant stared at him in the candle light. "It's perfect, no?"
"My p-priest. We would be giving up our lives for-"
"For a new born Egypt- For a new life, warrior."
The pharaoh began to laugh. He soon laughed out so loud, all the warriors outside began to wonder such humor.
"Listen warrior, the enemy won't even suspect our presence in the sandstorm, neither would they expect us from such narrow ways. Our fate that is, is only in the gods' hands."
"Yes, the priest's right. He may be able to protect us in the sandstorm either way. Single file is the first formation us Egyptians learned. It is- simply perfect. Let us go out, my men. It is decided."
The pharaoh walked out of the tent first, followed by the priest, and lastly the warrior general. He was amazed at such power, pride, and majesty. These were the rulers of Egypt.
"Egyptians. My warriors, sons, my pure gold- here and now we will pray to Amun Ra for our safety and victory, and gratitude for the victory is already ours."
He spoke with satisfaction, and the warriors roared with dependence.
As soon as the sun rose, they were on the move to declare victory over a new land. This war was their last, and eternal peace was finally a forbidden fruit ready to be devoured with such power. As planned, the Egyptians followed the last pathway safely away from sandstorms and any sudden attacks. The enemies haven't either had any suspicion of such ridiculed plan, which was soon to be- ingenious.
As the priest has thought, the enemy was simply vulnerable to their sudden attack. The Egyptians devoured their blood in a quick movement. The men were stripped of their power, rulers were ridiculed and murdered, and even their temples were destroyed. The women and children became mere slaves and in a day, this land was ruined.
Egypt flourished the whole alien region.
The Egyptians roared with joy. Warriors laughed the same mighty laugh the pharaoh let out before the conquering. The night of conquering ended with a celebration, while all the slaves were left amongst the rocks, tied up. While the pharaoh and the warriors were dining near by the waters, the priests walked up to the slaves to baptize them with the spirit of Ra.
He then saw it all. This sea of faces shivering in the cold, some women driven by fear that stood now on the verge of dying and insanity, and the innocent children that held each other for false peace and hope. But he did not say a word. His black cloak still remained on him, and the women fearfully watched him as he moved closer to them.
"Come out here, slaves."
He silently spoke in his deep voice, calm and mesmerizing.
All the women and children slowly took a step closer to this mysterious man. Some trembled as they moved, and some just continued to shake.
"You- child," He called out a small boy within the crowd. He looked up, and his blue eyes were filled with tears that fell to his cheeks as he blinked. But he kept quiet, walking closer to the priest.
The priest pulled out his golden rod as the darkness and silence grew, some shrieked watching such foreign object, afraid that he might strike the boy with it. The boy simply closed his eyes and trembled.
But instead the priest baptized him with a spell and freed him to the waters. He did with all the others, baptizing them to the Egyptian god and letting them drink in the river behind him. Around the 17th woman, she thanked him quietly in tears and ran to drink the clean waters. The priest said nothing more than these spells for another hour or so. With one woman left, he walked up to her- for she was sitting down trembling with he hands over her mouth. She was covered in such dirty quilt that smelt of trash and death. He took her hand away from her mouth very lightly, but felt this rough, scratched flesh that was drenched in thick liquid. These weren't woman's hands, and neither was this liquid water- but thick, dark blood. He quickly carried this person to the river and pulled off the cloth, drenching the body into this cold, midnight deep. The person moaned in a deep voice, coughing more blood. The priest spoke a spell that helped him stop coughing, as the rod began to illuminate the darkness. The light from his wand revealed the person's pale face that carried golden locks with warm auburn eyes. Over his red lips lied dark blood that continued to drip over his thin neck, down to his ripped white cloak. This was a man.
The priest cursed under his breath.
"Slaves, I order you to stay here. If any of you move a step, I will have all of you murdered before the night ends. I've counted how many of you are while I was baptizing you so do no toy with my powers. The pharaoh will come meet you, so meanwhile, stay and clean yourself up."
He carried the dying man to his horse and rode back to his tent.
The man inside his arms continued to cough, sweating and slowly dying. Somehow, he turned around to face the priest and crawled inside his presence for warmth. He was still wet from the river and with shaking arms, he wrapped himself around the priest and trembled.
"S-Save m-me.."
The priest heard him whisper, only speeding his way more.
Finally he arrived to his place and lit a small candle. He carried the small man down and laid him on his own sleeping place. He ripped off his dirty cloak and felt his thin neck, shoulders and waist to suspect any firm heat. His heart was still beating, meaning he was still alive. The priest quickly changed him into clean clothes, and fed him medicine. The man began to pace his breath gently opening his hazel eyes once more.
"T-Thank you... p-priest."
The boy whispered and the priest smirked.
"Let me ask you before I let you rest. Are you a boy or a girl, slave?"
"W-Whatever you w-want me to be... my l-lord, f-for I owe you my l-life."
And with those exact words the slave fell deep asleep.
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