'Wake up.' I muttered.
'Kurrraaaaaa...I wanna go on the camel!' He moans. I roll my eyes, now is not the time for shenanigans. I shake him again, and he sits up, abruptly. 'OK,' I whispered, keeping our faces close, speaking in a husky whisper. I pull out the map. 'You shall enter here, through the west entrance. This means you shall climb over the wall, and have to hide, dressed as a guard. Got it?' I glared at him. 'I thought we was going to be servants, in the back entrance?' He questioned.
'No. I slept on it. It's to cliche, and won't work'
'Got it. So where do you come into this, Kura?' He asked. I grinned.
'As you are the guard, I want you to open the main gates, when I deliver some...items. To the royal chamber. You, as a guard, shall escort me there. When we are in there, we shall assess the situation, before carrying out the rest of the plan.' We looked at each other. Marik nodded. I smiled.
'It' still early.' He said. 'Should we set off now, only the slaves shall be working, and we should be good by midday.' I looked at him. It was true. I nodded, and grabbed my cloak. We set off towards the palace.
No one was around. The air was cool, almost relaxing. In a few hours, it would be unbearable, and the slaves, from the palace would be building the pyramid. Should all go well, Atem, will be in it sooner than he hoped.
Eventually, we reach the east wall, and Marik strips, leaving himself only in his bottom robes. He looks at me, and I hand him gold bangles, to show authority, so he will pass as a guard. He places them about his body, before turning to the wall, and looking for cracks. He takes a small pick with him, to pull himself up. I stand and watch him scale the wall. I look around, the sun, slowly rising to the sky. As Marik flips himself over, I turn away, and go to fetch a cart, filled with various items, necessary for injuring, or killing the Pharaoh.
Around an hour later, I push the cart towards the main gates of the palace. They open slightly, and I look around for my blonde friend. I don't see him. I swallow hard. A tall, muscular man walks up to me, followed by high priest Seth. 'What? State your business' The tall man said. I look at him.
'Delivery?' I offered.
'And what are you delivering?' Seth waltzes forwards. I look up to him. The Pharaoh's cousin. 'Various things.' I look at the cart.
'Such as?'Seth presses on, I have to think fast.
'Fruit, gold, papyrus...gifts, from another city, as a peace offering.' I stutter. They seem to buy it as the priest nods. 'Follow me.' The blue eyed man says,'I shall have a guard escort you to the Pharaoh's chamber.' I nod. This is not going well. It it's macho man over there, there's no way I'll be able to carry out my plan.
Suddenly, there's a frantic scream and a few crashes, and in runs Marik, dressed as a guard, with his blonde hair mangled at his shoulders. 'Sir. Sorry I am late.' He mumbled. I sighed. Seth looked at him. 'Take this man to the Pharaohs chamber.' Seth said, before walking away.