How boring...no muses.
[A Promise of Protection]
Warnings: Um, none so far. Pairings: There might not be any, but you all know that I don't write het. Author Notes: I'm sorry if I confuse anyone about the 'darkness'!! I confused myself!
Chapter One
He was startled into consciousness by a presence. There was something else within the darkness besides him, and he'd never felt that before. And he felt it. . .inside himself. His eyes opened to stare into the darkness that he had grown accustomed to seeing, but a silent gasp of surprise escaped his mouth as he quickly shut his eyes against the brightness in front of him.
There was a light! A light in his world of darkness. But how? Why? Did it come from that presence that seemed oddly familiar and yet strange at the same time? Slowly, he opened his eyes again and forced himself to keep them open. The light was so close he could almost touch it and he felt himself reaching for it and he gasped again. He could feel his own eyes widen as he stared at the object in front of him.
It was a hand.
His hand.
A hand that he hadn't seen since. . .he didn't know. Slowly, he looked down and realized that this light, this gift, was giving him a chance to see. He could see himself; he was no longer blind to the darkness of this realm. And the light, it was rather warm and felt good against his skin.
Time slid by as it stood still and the light never faltered or grew brighter. He had figured that this presence, this light, was his other half. Before him was the other half of his soul he'd been missing. He smirked as he thought of the words the pharaoh had said to him. He'd found the half of his soul that supposedly didn't exist.
Just wait Pharaoh.
. . .
The longer the light was there, the more agitated he became. All this 'other half' did was sit there and seem to taunt him. If it was there to help him escape this prison why hadn't it done so? If this was, in fact, his other, why couldn't he communicate with it?
He was beginning to hate this light. It seemed to laugh at him, and nobody walked away alive having laughed at him. Inwardly, he cursed at the brightness, damning it to the underworld for that was all he could do.
The brightness became almost unbearably annoying as it shined on him. He was beginning to wish that it would disappear and the darkness would surround him once more. But wishing, like praying, was futile and only a waste of his useless energy for the light stayed.
Just when he felt that his sanity, what little left remained, was about to slip away, the light grew brighter. So bright that it caused him to close his eyes tightly. He felt a tug. At first he almost couldn't feel it at all, but as the light became even brighter, causing pain in his mind, the tugging grew into pulling and he could feel his mass moving.
Finally, when he thought he was going to scream in agony, the intensity of the light dimmed drastically and the piercing pain left him. Cautiously, he cracked an eye open. There was still light, but it was at a manageable level now, so he opened his other eye. A gasp escaped his mouth as he spied the area around him. He was in a room, painted a light blue and on the walls was Egyptian people, as well as hieroglyphics. The hieroglyphics spelt out a lullaby that he could vaguely remember his own mother singing to him before she died.
His dark eyes traveled to what looked to be a bed in one corner of the room, but it was not made of wood and rags as his own had been. But rich fabrics that looked warm and soft, and the bed itself was that of metal. He felt as if he was being watched and he noticed a pair of beady eyes staring at him from the head of the bed. It was a stuffed camel that also looked soft to the touch.
Knowing that this wasn't his world, he turned around to see more, but instead he jumped back in shock. The camel hadn't been the only one watching him, he realized as he stared in front of him.
Right into large brown eyes.
To Be Continued. . .
[A Promise of Protection]
Warnings: Um, none so far. Pairings: There might not be any, but you all know that I don't write het. Author Notes: I'm sorry if I confuse anyone about the 'darkness'!! I confused myself!
Chapter One
He was startled into consciousness by a presence. There was something else within the darkness besides him, and he'd never felt that before. And he felt it. . .inside himself. His eyes opened to stare into the darkness that he had grown accustomed to seeing, but a silent gasp of surprise escaped his mouth as he quickly shut his eyes against the brightness in front of him.
There was a light! A light in his world of darkness. But how? Why? Did it come from that presence that seemed oddly familiar and yet strange at the same time? Slowly, he opened his eyes again and forced himself to keep them open. The light was so close he could almost touch it and he felt himself reaching for it and he gasped again. He could feel his own eyes widen as he stared at the object in front of him.
It was a hand.
His hand.
A hand that he hadn't seen since. . .he didn't know. Slowly, he looked down and realized that this light, this gift, was giving him a chance to see. He could see himself; he was no longer blind to the darkness of this realm. And the light, it was rather warm and felt good against his skin.
Time slid by as it stood still and the light never faltered or grew brighter. He had figured that this presence, this light, was his other half. Before him was the other half of his soul he'd been missing. He smirked as he thought of the words the pharaoh had said to him. He'd found the half of his soul that supposedly didn't exist.
Just wait Pharaoh.
. . .
The longer the light was there, the more agitated he became. All this 'other half' did was sit there and seem to taunt him. If it was there to help him escape this prison why hadn't it done so? If this was, in fact, his other, why couldn't he communicate with it?
He was beginning to hate this light. It seemed to laugh at him, and nobody walked away alive having laughed at him. Inwardly, he cursed at the brightness, damning it to the underworld for that was all he could do.
The brightness became almost unbearably annoying as it shined on him. He was beginning to wish that it would disappear and the darkness would surround him once more. But wishing, like praying, was futile and only a waste of his useless energy for the light stayed.
Just when he felt that his sanity, what little left remained, was about to slip away, the light grew brighter. So bright that it caused him to close his eyes tightly. He felt a tug. At first he almost couldn't feel it at all, but as the light became even brighter, causing pain in his mind, the tugging grew into pulling and he could feel his mass moving.
Finally, when he thought he was going to scream in agony, the intensity of the light dimmed drastically and the piercing pain left him. Cautiously, he cracked an eye open. There was still light, but it was at a manageable level now, so he opened his other eye. A gasp escaped his mouth as he spied the area around him. He was in a room, painted a light blue and on the walls was Egyptian people, as well as hieroglyphics. The hieroglyphics spelt out a lullaby that he could vaguely remember his own mother singing to him before she died.
His dark eyes traveled to what looked to be a bed in one corner of the room, but it was not made of wood and rags as his own had been. But rich fabrics that looked warm and soft, and the bed itself was that of metal. He felt as if he was being watched and he noticed a pair of beady eyes staring at him from the head of the bed. It was a stuffed camel that also looked soft to the touch.
Knowing that this wasn't his world, he turned around to see more, but instead he jumped back in shock. The camel hadn't been the only one watching him, he realized as he stared in front of him.
Right into large brown eyes.
To Be Continued. . .