The Village's own King

Down within the village near the palace walls, the people who provide crops, and water for the others. Working to provide shelter and compassion for those they love and care for. A family that once, was inseparable now teared apart by the slaughters of the people before them. Cruelly Pharaoh's once ruled over these lands, and the people's trust in the kings grow weaker. Rumors speculated and grew from there, while others pretend to say they could see it with their own eyes.

Some didn't wish for Atemu to be king, as they believe he's done nothing for the people below. He stays inside his warm and cool kingdom, where he eats tons of meals a day, and doesn't give a damn about the rest of the people. Starving belly aches and diseases that could be curable of people would go seek them. Children dying of these plagues, and others who live with it as a condition now. Singing they're Hebrew song, for they're days to become easier for them to live with. Most struggle to survive while others are use to such poverty and dread.

One family in particular would see otherwise because they were torn between beliefs and feelings. A father looking out his small wooden window, as he came back to the kitchen to eat his small porridge. He looked at his wife as she slaved away in a kitchen, that she didn't feel safe inside. When the walls would cave in at any moment, and that the dishes even after the water she tried to gather would soon stain the plates and things they eat off of. She sighed, and sometimes cried softly when doing the dishes, her husband would hear it and get up from the table.

He then would wrap his arms gently around her waistline, she felt this embrace and turned her head slowly. Smiling even though she wasn't feeling good but getting sicker from the plagues around them. They worried not only for themselves but for their son Heba, who was only but a small young man, who they feared would die in this horrible place. They knew they son was adventurous and what's more he was a passionate person who cared for others before himself. They're son would sometimes not be home for hours on end, helping out neighbors and getting crops for those that need them.

They loved Heba, and loved how he was the kindest and most generous person they've seen from others. In a unique way, he had a gift that no one had even then some hated that Heba was this kind, and jealous by his beauty as well. He looked like a woman, with a curve slim body, and his legs hairless, and body included. His eyes bold and young, with thin eyelashes that fluttered when blinking. His lips kissable, and full that had a softness when you touched them. His cheeks and skin was white and pale but didn't flake or have dead skin upon it.

His hair looked like Atemu's itself, and he resemble him in a way that was unquestionably because no one could understand why. In a way, some hated him for that because he resemble a king that didn't care while others, that it was fate that he did so. Heba was down at Siloam's shop getting some supplies for his family and helping clean up. Siloam's was dusting his things from his shop soon to be opening up the store for customers when he glanced over at Heba who was simply humming a lovely tune. The roundish Siloam simply chuckled his deep chuckles, and watched as Heba dusted and sweep with such ease and love doing so.

Heba moved with such grace and dignity that he moved like a dove in the sky. His hair flew around him, and he dip down below, as birds came to the window just to hear Heba's lovely soft soothing voice. Heba then finished his humming and singing, as he then turned and saw the window with humming birds that mock him and his beautiful tunes. He softly giggled and smiled in his eyes, as they looked upon him. He then heard clapping in the distance, as he turned quickly and saw it was Siloam as he chucked and spoke.

" encore encore! Let's hear it again! Ha-ha."

"O—oh my, sorry Mr. Siloam I didn't mean ta—"

"What! What are ya apologize for? Your voice is the peak of my store. Why it helps me get my chores done faster and what's more, you have talent my boy." Siloam said walking to Heba.

Heba eyes gave a small grace of compassion and blush as he told him that. He was astonished that he believe that and said such lovely things about his tone and which he spoke it.

"R—really ? Oh well, I'm so flattered I do not know what to say." Heba told him.

"How about this, why don't you come down to my shop a little later and sing for my customers!"

"W—What? Me! I— are you sure Mr. Siloam?"

"Yeah! Why not your voice like I said it's beautiful! Man if I didn't know any better I'd say your a damn angel sent by the ancient God's themselves. Someone be lucky to betrove such a lovely person." Siloam added on saying. He then finished sweeping along with Heba, as Heba turned to the window looking at the birds as they flew away happily. He then rushed to the window to watch them fly off, and sighed with happiness about it. He wish he could fly away as well, like the birds could, and see the world for what it truly is outside this village, and beyond things he's never experienced.

"Ha-Ha! So what do ya say?" Siloam asked Heba.

Heba then turned his big blue eyes back to his friend and then walked over slowly as he then bowed slightly. "I say, thank you very much for the opportunity! But I don't think I can. I should really get home to my family and see if they need me for anything. I don't think— I'm that good. But I greatly appreciate it Mr. Siloam." Heba said kindly as he put his broom back into the closet along with the rags he used in the bin for the cloths. Siloam simply shook his head as he wipe down the counter and then chuckled once more as he rub his head.

"Alright kid! But if you change your mind, please don't be shy to come in. Also take that fruit to your parents and tell them I said hi!"

"I will! Thank you!" Heba exclaimed as he grab the fruit basket and his little bag and put it around his shoulders. He then waved with one hand goodbye to Mr. Siloam and opened his little blanket to walk out the shop. He then started to walk down the village with the fruit basket on top of his head holding it with both his hands. Heba had on a shaw to cover his hair, along with his bare feet in the sands, and some bottles on the ground. He step over them, as his attire was drape to the ground, and hand crafted by his grandmother who lived next door to them. Kids played around as Heba dodged them as they almost ran into him, as he giggled watching them play.

He then continued to walk to his house, as he then stop for a second. He thought about what Mr. Siloam said, and then looked back towards the palace. He always wanted to see what the pharaoh looked like, and if the rumors about them looking the same was true. He didn't know for sure, considering when the pharaoh was born he was born as well. Heba never got a chance to see the pharaoh become the king, due to him staying indoors for most of his life. Now that he was growing up, he didn't know whether or not his family would allow him to see the pharaoh any time soon.

In a way, Heba felt down about it, because he didn't see the person everyone feared. If the pharaoh was so bad, why didn't he tell his guards to kill everyone in the village? Was the pharaoh really that afraid of coming outside his palace? Was he ever going to come outside? Heba felt sorry for him in a way, and hope that one day he could at least get a glimpse of the king himself without someone trying to describe the king from their own prospectives. He then simply turned back around and kept walking to his own house. In hopes that his parents was okay, and that he would be home in time for supper.