Sorry for the time I take to write something, but I was really busy. I hope you'll enjoy this one. Thank you for waiting so long, I'll try to write another one soon.
WHAT DO I DO ?
She had had a terrible dream. She had seen the blue eyed Egyptian extend his hand to her with a cruel and wanting smile, as she refused to follow him, the fire raged over Egypt, screams of its people echoing through the whole diyng city.
She heard his laughter and sobs racked through her whole body. They changed quickly into screams when she felt herself burn alive until darkness overcame her and she awoke in the morning of her room.
She hadn't moved, only cried. So, it was true. She had to give herself up to someone to save Egypt.
Nofré had found Isis this morning, sitting at the table of her vanity, looking at the mirror... no expression, no move, it seemed that she had stayed like that for a long time. Nofré was shocked beyond words when she saw the look of deep sorrow into the eyes of her mistress. She cautiously neared her and spoke softly.
- Mistress?... Mistress, what is it?
No answer, Nofré began to panick.
- Mistress? Please, what happened? The nightmares again?
- What do I do?
It had been said quietly, poorly...
- What?
- Nofré, what do I do? Do I do it? Is it why I need to be here?
Nofré couldn't bear it any longer she sized Isis by the shoulders, turning her to make her face her. The priestess shuddered and looked into the eyes of her follower...
- What happened?
Isis burst into sobs, hiding her face between her hands, Nofré held her, cradling her. She drew her out of her chair and made her sit on the bed where Isis lied down, still crying. Nofré did not succeed in trying to make her answer her questions nor in calming her, so she put her mistress in the hands of one of the young virgins and left, running through the corridors, people watching her flee by them with surprise. She ran to the high priest's rooms.
She knocked hard on the big doors, panting deeply. A follower of Imhotep appeared by the open door and looked at her state with surprise.
- What is it?
- Please, I need the lord's assistance as quickly as possible! My mistress is unwell!!
The follower knew the deep feelings of his master for the priestess, he was as faithful as Nofré and let her in, closing the door behind them.
- Follow me.
They walked briskly to the large curtains that were closing the bedroom of the priest. The two servants passed through them and bowed to the lord. He was getting dressed, already wearing his loincloth and his necklace, he looked at them with surprise and then with worry, when he noticed Nofré.
- What is it?
Nofré bowed and looked at him pleadingly.
- My mistress is greatly unwell my lord! She cries and I can't stop her! I think she had another nightmare and she is saying strange things! Please, I beg of you to come and help her, you did it once!
Imhotep was very worried, the nightmares couldn't have come back so quickly! What had happened? He put on his bracelets and his long flowing black robes and went to the door, but his servant stopped him.
- My lord, if everyone sees you out going to her, it will be dangerous for the both of you! Take the secret passage.
The man was right, the priest took the girl by the arm leading her to a wall, he put his fingers on intricate designs and the wall disapeared.
- This tunnel leads to your mistress's temple! Let's go.
With a torch in his hand, they ran through the dark tunnel. At the end of it, Imhotep put once again his hand on some signs and the door opened and closed behind them. Some girls yelped in fright when they saw them appear like by magic, but Nofré quieted them.
- Come on, follow me my lord!
They almost ran to the bedroom, where they found Isis and the girl like Nofré had left them. Imhotep ran to the young woman.
- Isis?... What happened?
The priestess just cried harder, rolling into a ball.
- I can't... I can't do it... I can't do it Imhotep!
He frowned and sat by her, he did not dare to touch her.
- What can't you do? Isis, please, tell me!
She turned away from him, hiding her face into the pillow.
- I can't.
Imhotep looked at Nofré with dispair in his eyes.
- What could have happened?
- I don't know...
He looked at the sobbing form and his heart ached.
- Where is Thas?
Nofré looked surprised, then hopeful.
- You're right! She will tell him!!
- Go find him and bring him back. He'll know what to do.
Nofré nodded and got out of the room. Imhotep turned back to the sobbing form looked sadly at the crying woman that he loved. He put his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it softly.
- Thas will arrive soon, he will make it better Isis...
She did not answer him.
- But what could have happened to you...?