Gupta stares over the barren sands of his land. The workers are trudging across his vision to another building site to his left, carrying fine sand and buckets of water. Some are carrying stones and other tools and sticks. They are to make another pyramid like the one Gupta is currently sitting on. He's not supposed to be sitting up there, but the pharaohs can't very well tell him no. They have already tried to kill him and sacrifice his body to the god of the undead. It didn't work.
Gupta raises an eyebrow at the approaching chariot. They never get visitors, especially ones of this small of size. He doesn't move from his perch at the top of the pyramid when the strangers make their exit into the pharaoh's palace. He can see the strangers perfectly. The pharaoh's palace has no walls. He can see them conversing. He scowls when one of the men is escorted from the room. To make such a ruckus to be excused that quickly is nearly impressive, but mostly disrespectful. He sees the man exit the building and the escort pointing his way.
Gupta barely has time to register that the visitor is looking at him. He sits up straighter, subconsciously pulling at his headdress. The escort returns inside and stranger comes to the edge of the pyramid. Gupta tilts his head to the side, watching the visitor smile up at him. He can feel his blood boil when the stranger begins to make his way up Gupta's pyramid. This stranger can't do that. Gupta isn't even allowed to do that. He narrows his eyes when the visitor comes right up to him, standing with a damnable smile on his face and his hands on his hips.
"Merhaba," he says. Gupta continues to glare at him. He has no idea why this person feels the need to walk on his buildings, his pride, and the nerve to speak to him. He should pray to the gods to curse this being. He wishes he could see the person fully, their eyes are covered by a white mask.
"Mısır vardır?" The man speaks again. Though he isn't much a man, more of an older boy. Gupta isn't listening. He's busy looking at the man's skin. While nearing the same dark complexion, it's different somehow. Gupta drags his eyes up to glare at the man's hidden face. The stranger laughs loudly, throwing his head back.
"Belki bir gün beni anlayabilir." He says and takes a seat right next to Gupta, bumping into him. Gupta jerks and leans away from the stranger, wondering exactly what gave him the right to climb his pyramids, speak to him, then even touch him. The stranger doesn't look at Gupta while he glares. Instead he leans back on his hands and watches the sky and the workers. This only makes Gupta more angry. He really should invoke the wrath of the gods on this person.
"Türkiye," the stranger says, turning towards Gupta. This makes Gupta pause. The word sounds familiar but he can't place where he's heard it before. He huffs and ignores the visitor and his rudeness but his mind is mulling over the word. Did his mother mention it? She may have before the gods accepted her. He and the visitor sit in silence. Gupta sure isn't talking to the man. They can't understand each other anyway.
He glances to the side to see the young man dragging his finger through a small pile of sand, drawing something. Gupta snaps his head away when the boy flashes him a quick smile, having caught the other staring. When he's finished making his picture, he bumps Gupta and shows him. Gupta glares at him but looks over at the drawing. It's a map of sorts, a bunch of blobs mixed together. Gupta tilts his head at the work, giving the boy a confused look. He laughs again and points to one of the blobs, then points at Gupta.
Gupta stares him with a deadpan face. What is this stranger trying to say? The boy points to a new blob, then to himself. He's got a wicked smile on his face. Gupta blinks, then the answer comes to him. This young boy is a country.
"تركيا," Gupta says quietly. The boy looks at him with wonderment and laughs loudly, nodding his head. A quick second Gupta relaxes, almost feeling safe with the stranger by him. His anger spikes when he realizes a country has disrespected his pyramids. He doesn't get much chance to express his annoyance. Not only would he not be able to convey his feelings but the stranger is up on his feet. He gives Gupta a wild smile and takes his hand gently. Gupta can feel his face reddening when the stranger places a quick kiss to the back of his hand like a lady. Gupta jerks his hand back and glares at the blank space before him.
He watches the visitors leave in the strange chariots, his mind racing. His mother may have mentioned the other country, but he never expected one to come and visit him. He glances at the back of his hand, still burning from where that country touched him. He huffs and makes his way down his pyramid. He's going to have to work hard to make it so that no other country embarrasses him like that.
Merhaba - Hello
Mısır vardır - Are you Egypt?
Belki bir gün beni anlayabilir - Maybe one day you can understand me.
تركيا - Turkey
AN: I used google translate I am sorry
