As I found my father we walked down the steps and passed the columns. I slowed down a little to take one last look. I noticed Ahkmenrah standing on his balcony as he waved goodbye to me. I stopped and returned the gesture. As I went to turn back around I saw Kahmunrah at his balcony with his hands behind his back watching me. As I waved he continued to stare then turned his back to walk away. I was so confused but my mind did not linger on one subject alone.

Days have passed and we had made our move to Luxor. I replayed my last moments with Ahk and Kah over and over in my head as I looked over the boat into the water. Traveling by boat was the less stressful way to travel with all our possessions. We traveled while the tide was high so we would arrive in a little under a week or so. I was tired and terribly bored. My only entertainment were my memories. were they thinking of me too? would they forget about me? would I soon forget about them? my mind was flooded with questions and doubt. If it were not for the crocodiles and other dangerous animals lurking about the Nile I would have to force myself to stay put and not try to escape.

It has been a little under a week and we had finally reached Luxor. We had a larger living space where all our possessions fit without our rooms looking so cluttered. The area where we live now were almost like our old village but the families who lived around us were not poor. They were not rich, but their families had better work than being slaves, obviously. As I grew older I realized my mother was really the only Hebrew to live around our village. I was surrounded by Egyptian children instead of the Hebrew children I was used to. I grew more passionate about my Hebrew side the more I lived in these areas, I was still urged to keep quiet ,however, so my father could keep his position. It was difficult at times when I would see a Hebrew treated badly, which happened to be anytime i would see one, and I was not allowed to protest. I hated having to turn my head but it was my only choice. I did not understand the hatred no matter how many times my father and mother tried to explain.


It has been a few weeks since we had moved here and it did not take too long to get used to. I enjoyed living here, of course when there was no discrimination going on, but I had kept to myself. As months went by I had noticed my memories that consisted of Ahkmenrah and Kahmunrah were beginning to fade. I knew these days would come and they were as depressing as I had thought them to be. I tried my hardest to remember but my mind would keep wandering. I would panic while my mind rambled. As I came across the idea of them forgetting me too I would panic even more. I knew we lived too far to visit and I never even thought of sending them letters. I began to accept the fact that all three of us were to grow up and lead different lives. Sooner or later Kahmunrah would become pharaoh and would be too busy and Ahkmenrah would have other things to worry about.

I have decided it was time to let go, for now of course, and began to socialize with the other Egyptian kids. Unfortunately there were only a handful that I would consider kind and more mature than the others. After a few weeks I became close friends with these two children who were brother and sister. Simontu, the brother, was 10 and his sister, Esi, was 8. they both were tall and thin with dark skin and hair. I never had a female friend I was close with so she became like a sister to me. We did everything together.


Ahkmenrah P.O.V

I wonder if she is thinking about me, I thought as I walked down the halls. I was heading down to the stables where my horse and chariot were being set up; Kahmunrah and I were going to race. We have been doing that a lot lately since she has gone way. It was an effective solution to get her off my mind; our minds. My brother has not been treating me the same since she left. Sometimes he is very kind to me, and that is not normal. I can never trust his kind actions, something always forces me to be suspicious. Other times he acts very hostile towards me. There is no in between anymore, only extremes. When we are racing chariots he plays around so roughly I fear he is not just running my chariot off the roads as a joke, It is becoming serious. As months passed I distanced myself from him. The most contact we have now is when he glares at me from across the room or busts into me when we walk passed each other. We never really were close, but I will miss my brother as we grow apart. If my brother and I can not be there for each other then I need her back here.


Kahmunrah P.O.V

I could not stand him any longer. I am so angry with him... AND HER! They are going behind my back. Why else would she be wearing his bracelet? She is mine and he should have known that. I have made myself quite clear I assure you. If she comes back we will marry and he will no longer be apart of our lives. Maybe I should send him far away... Or even have him killed.. Whatever it takes. She will be mine and mine alone, even if I have to have her killed. No one can have her if it is not I.


At the palace

"Boys, what are you doing? Focus!" A tutor demanded as he tapped against the tables Kahmunrah and Ahkmenrah sat at. They were both staring off while the tutor went on. "If you two refuse to pay any mind to what I am saying" He started up again, beating the table once more "I will be forced to inform your father!" He shouted as they both jolted back to reality. After a few hours of studying they were dismissed. They went their separate ways until they met up with their mother and father for their mid-day meal. Normally the pharaohs lesser wives would attend however, Shepseheret, The pharaohs great royal wife did not approve. Years ago Merenkahre (the Pharaoh) and Shepseheret were trying to conceive.

They have tried for months and months without any luck. One day they were told that one of the lesser wives were pregnant. Shepseheret was both furious and heartbroken. She had wanted to be the one who gave the pharaoh his first child and she never liked the idea of her husband, who she loved, having other wives. After the child was born she took him from the lesser wife and Raised him as her own; She named him Kahmunrah. She treated him as if he was her own and loved him very much. A few years later she was blessed with her own son, who she named Ahkmenrah. She and the Pharaoh were overjoyed with this wonderful. There was no doubt Kahmunrah's Jealousy began to grow after his brother was born.

Though he was young, it was obvious there would always be something Ahkmenrah had that he would not. Ahkemrah was her First and only child and he could never replace him. Fortunately for him he was oldest so he knew would become pharaoh. That was something he knew he would always have over Ahkemenrah. Now that they are older and Ahmes is in their lives he is determined to have her and the throne and leave Ahkmenrah with nothing.

"You two seem to be a bit distracted lately" Shepseheret noted breaking the silence. The two boys looked up at their mother for a second when Ahkmenrah spoke up "It is nothing mother, Forgive us for being so silent" Ahkmenrah apologized while Kahmunrah glared and spoke under his breath. "Do not worry my son" Shepseheret began as she turned her attention to Kahmunrah "Are you alright, my son? She questioned as she rested her hand upon Kah's "I am fine" He declared sliding his hadn from under hers. "It would seem you two have been acting strangely since that girl has left." She hinted with a giggle.

"Why should they be acting any differently?" Merenkahre wondered as they continued to eat. "maybe they are in love" She joked as she looked at her two sons with a smile. "Enough of that talk. they are to marry within the royal blood line. Do not fill their heads with these... these notions" He demanded waving it off. She lowered her head but continued to smile at them.