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Chapter 2: 10 Years Later
I rose from my bed, still rubbing eyes to probe them awake. I yawned and stepped out of bed. I walked, or more like stumbled, over to my bedside table, and I opened up the box where I keep all of my jewelry. Ever sense my mother died ten years ago, I never let any of the maids or even my father, the current pharaoh, enter my room in the morning to help dress me. I don't need help. Not from anyone.
I pulled out a pair of golden bird wing earrings, and watched them glimmer in the morning sun. I slipped them through the holes in my ears, and put on a golden choker with an emerald stone inside it. I finished putting on my jewelry with my golden ankle and wrist bands. I slipped on my shoes, placed my ostrich feather in my long black hair, and grabbed my tan hooded cape.
"Really, Father," a young male voice said, "this will all be mine?" I turned around the corner and saw Father and my younger brother, Atem, standing at the balcony. I clenched my teeth, and I felt bitter. A long time ago, it was I who would stand there with Father. Atem was also the cause of my mother's death. It seems like Father only has eyes for his beloved son. It makes me feel angry and unimportant.
I continued on down the hall, and entered the courtyard right before the main gates. I hid behind one of the many statues, and peeked over my shoulder. I saw two guards at the entrance of the palace. I began to think up a story of why I needed to leave, but the guards were called back by one of the priests. When they all had their backs to me, raced out of the giant gates, and into the peasant's town.
I walked around the market, looking at all of the food and other merchandise. I saw bread, fruits, different kinds of cloth, and many other items. I could feel my spirits being lifted from the stresses of the royal family, and I enjoyed this taste of a simpler life. I tried to keep my hood over my head to hide my face at all times. I know that the priests often send guards into the streets to keep things in order, and if I was caught out here, Father would have a royal fit. It's not like he really cares, though. As long as he has his precious Atem, it didn't matter what happened to me.
"Hey," a squeaky voice cried, "give it back, you jerks!" I turned around and saw two guards teasing a small child by holding its toy above its head, just out of reach.
"If you want it back," one of the guards laughed, "then you'll have to fight for it!" The child tried time and time again to leap up and grab it, the second he leaped, the guard would pull it up higher. The child eventually began panting, and then he fell to his knees and began crying.
"Hey," I yelled at the guards, "I've had enough of this. You guards have no right in picking on this small child!" They laughed at me now. I became enraged, and I slammed my elbow into the gut of the guard who was holding the toy. He yowled in pain, and snatched the toy out of his large hands. I bent over and handed the toy over to the child.
"Here you go," I smiled as he rubbed his teary eyes. He looked up at me, and smiled as he took his toy back. However, my happiness was short-lived when one of the guards slapped my tan face. As I fell to the ground, my hood fell off of my head, and identity was revealed. I told the child to run, and he left with his toy, hopefully to his family, where he will be taken care of. I looked up at the guard, and his turned from pleasure to pure horror.
"Oh no," he muttered to himself, "I just injured the princess! We're going to be hung for sure!" The other one nodded.
"No one is allowed to touch let alone slap Princess Fukayna," he whispered back, "but what is she doing outside of the royal palace?" I quickly stood up and began running, putting my hood over in the process. As I ran through the streets, I turned around, and realized that the guards were gaining on me! I continued running, even though my legs screamed for rest. I tripped as I ran, and skinned my knees and palms. I stood up, and continued running. The guards were still behind me, and I had no idea where I was going. I just didn't want to go back home. At least not yet.
As I turned a corner, I felt my arm being pulled into an alley. The force was much too strong for me to fight. Before I knew it, one hand was held over my mouth, and the other was wrapped around my stomach. I was being pressed against another human's body, and when I looked up, I saw a young man's face looking around the corner, but still being hid within the shadows. I became infuriated, but when I tried to open my mouth to protest, he looked down at me and hushed me. I looked through the corner of my eyes, and saw the two guards standing right there, almost next to us. I felt sweat run down my face, but I was relieved when then they continued down the street, not even trying to peek over into the alley.
When the guards left, I pushed his hands off me, and turned around as I backed away. He was still young, about my age, and he had hair was white was the full moon. He was wearing dark-blue bottoms, and his skin was tan, something quite common in this country. Even my own skin proves my existence within the Egyptian sun's rays. I stared into his striking blue eyes.
"Who do you think you are," I yowled, "grabbing me like that?! How dare you! I am the princess of Egypt, and peasants such as you are hardly ever allowed to touch my things let alone my body!" The boy grinned and laughed.
"Well," he snickered, "I've never knew that this country had a princess, so forgive me for trying to be courteous." He stopped laughing, and stared in my blue eyes. I could tell that he was examining me, trying to decide if I was really royalty. He looked unconvinced, until he saw my feather in my hair.
"Well," he muttered, "I feel honored in being in the presence of you. May I know your name?" He still had a sneer on his face, but I told him my name anyway.
"And who might you be?" I asked in return.
"I'm Bakura," he answered, "So why are you out here when you could be in your comfy palace?" I looked at his face, and his smile had disappeared. I looked away.
"People think it is an easy life," I murmured, "but people like you do not know what happens inside the walls of our prison."
"Well," he concluded with a smile, "why you and I run off? After all, it doesn't sound like you're too happy." I stared at his face. He couldn't be serious… could he? I shook my head, and he frowned. He began to open his mouth to protest, but I heard my father yelling my name, and ordering his guards to find me. Bakura and I looked at each other frantically, but it was too late. I felt my hair being yanked, and I looked up to see a guard holding my hair. I yowled at Bakura to run, but the other guard threw a rock at his head, and he fell, holding his hand over his wound on the back of the head. I froze in fear. He looked up, showing that he was still conscious, and the guard picked him up and grabbed his wrists, preventing Bakura from running away.
They guided us over into the middle of the street, and I saw my father mounted a dark grey horse. He slanted his eyes at me, and then turned to Bakura, who was barely conscious.
"Pharaoh," the guards reported, "we found the princess with this peasant." Father dismounted his horse, and walked over to Bakura. I turned my head to warn my new friend, however he was barely standing, and if he heard me, he gave no sign to tell me that he got my message. The guard let go of Bakura's half-conscious body, and the man who I called "Father" punched the boy's face, and when fell, he slam his foot onto his torso. Bakura coughed and yowled in pain. I saw that Father signaled his horse to come forward, but I could no longer stand it any more. I tried to break free from the guard's grasp.
"No," I yowled when I couldn't free myself, "please, stop this!" I felt tears running down my face. How can this be the same person? The same man she looked up to many years ago? Father stopped his horse, and instead of crushing him with the beast's weight, he kicked Bakura over, and mounted his horse again. The guard pushed me onto my father's horse, and he positioned me so that it would be impossible for me to jump off. As I reluctantly rode away, I turned around to see Bakura's beaten body, and tears flew off of my face.
A/N: Hey I put Bakura in this chapter! Yep, so Fukayna was the daughter of the pharaoh, as well as Atem's older sister. The plot thickens! Please comment!