Farewell My King
The smell of the fire that warmth his skin, as he laid underneath a blanket as well. It seem to be like a dream, but yet once he started to open them gently, he jolted awake. Heba felt his head pound by that, but he didn't know where he was, as he looked around cluelessly. He then soon inhale and exhaled trying to keep his composer, but saw the fireplace that warm him up. He then saw he was in a bed, and had blankets keeping his body warm as well. He then could see from the tent color he was inside that it was nightfall now. It must've been nightfall for awhile now, the moon was full.
He hope that wherever he was, the people here was nice and kind. Sure enough they had to be if he got saved, he then thought more and his eyes widened as he thought about Atemu. He didn't know what happened and where was the horse and him. As he slowly rotated his legs out of the blankets he saw himself in different clothing. More like native attires now, and had a small shaw skirt on with a tank top it looked like. Showing his belly, and he had bandages on his arms, with native dangles as well. He saw his new fit, and soon heard someone come throw the tent. He turned his head as he was bare footed but had a bandage around his ankle.
It was a man as he smiled at Heba as Heba looked without an expression. "Oh young one you are awake." The man said towards him. Heba then nodded only without speaking hesitate to do so. "Haha, it is okay young one, I shall not harm you. I am chief, chief Nonam." He told Heba. He then did his tribes bow which was two arms crossed over the other on the chest and then you bow. Heba watched as he was curious and a little thrown off by it. "Oh, well, hello my name, is Heba." He told the chief somewhat still shook. "Heba? Mmm what a nice name." Chief Nonam told him. "Please, where is my friend, Atemu. I need to see him!" Heba demanded as he walked closer.
"Ah you mean Pharaoh, of the land." Chief Nonam said smirking. Heba eyes widened as he was surprised he knew who Atemu was. He thought he didn't know and now he felt foolish, by his actions to keep it a secret. "How did you—" Heba said. "Haha! You did not think I not know? We know who the pharaoh is, and of course we shall take him in, and protect him. For we are the keepers of his father's tomb." the chief said chuckling. He then walked out the tent as he motioned Heba to follow him. Heba left the tent as he saw the village was much bigger than his own. They had fireflies locked in small jars at night to keep them the ability to see.
They even had shops still opened, bomb fires that had people dancing around them. He then saw the decorations they had put up as well, they're village was at least 500 acres of lands. Heba blinked fascinated by what he saw as the chief yelled as he made a native sound. As the rest of the villagers cheered and turned to see Heba and the cheif standing on the pillar. "Our people have lived within this village for generations and generations." He started to explain to Heba. Heba walked within the village looking at the people and the places as he spoke to him. The chief had long native black hair and a crown that was made of jewelry and designed native symbols.
He was slim and taller much taller than Heba, as he wore his royal attire that covered his lower body. However his chest was revealed and he had symbols on his body. That seem to be designs that they wore for their tribe and people he loved. Heba looked at these designs and he felt that must've hurt considering it looked permanent and he couldn't take them off. He didn't even want to know how he got them on there, but he could tell it was from something sharp. "Our people, are isolated village we are far off from the palace, beyond the horizon and close to the ocean shores." He continued to explain. He then walked Heba up some steps, as he followed him and some tents was connected to the biggest tent.
Heba realized that these tents were different from his tents at home. His tents back home was more roundish and looked like tents. They're tents, looked more like teepees and had native designs on them. The fireflies and things that light around them, made it look all the more magical. When chief Nonam opened the tent for Heba to walk inside. When he did though, he quickly rush over to Atemu who was laid down on the bedspread by a healer. The old lady was cleaning his scares he suffered by the sandstorm, and making sure his breathing was steady. Heba collapsed down by the edge of the bedspread and put his head down crying softly.
"A—Atemu..." he said looking at him, as he grab his hand as it rested on the bed. Heba placed his fingers inside his palm and softly rub against Atemu's hand gently, as he stare at Atemu crying to himself. The chief and the lady watched for a moment, as the chief then walked over and slowly touched Heba's shoulder. "He shall be okay. In the end you saved his life. If he was out there any longer, it would've been worse." He told him with confidence. Heba turned his watery eyes up at chief Nonam and sniffed. He then nodded in understanding as he rotated his eyes back to Atemu. Who was sound asleep, as he didn't wake up for a few hours, he must've been sleep like this to awhile.
The chief decided to leave him alone with him for awhile as he seem to want that. Heba then slowly got up more from his knees and really admired Atemu's facial features. He looked more handsome asleep, than anything, and Heba blinked seeing something. He saw Atemu must've been naked, underneath these blankets, because he was shirtless and his feet was also seen bare and exposed. He had the body of a God and yet he was muscular without even revealing anything. Heba blushed when these thoughts pondered inside his curious mind. Hearing small noises coming from Atemu as he must've been having an nightmare or a dream or wonder.
Heba though didn't bother to let go of Atemu's hand, as he squeezed it softly. Still feeling the tears come from him as guilt of what happened out there. He then looked at Atemu's lips, as he wish to kiss them seeing him lay there. He couldn't stop thinking about the kiss he got earlier before all that happened, and the more he thought on it. He gulped as he got closer and closer to his lips, only just a peak away from being able to kiss his lips. He then felt the tears from his own eyes splash softly against Atemu's cheeks, as he then slowly got up. He then softly closed his watery eyes and removed his hand. "I—I'm so sorry..." Heba said before getting up quickly and removing himself.
He then looked at Atemu once more and turned to walk out of the tent. He knew Atemu would probably be upset with him when he awoke, and Heba didn't want that. He didn't want to believe that it would turn bad but after all he was a mere peasant. He couldn't love a pharaoh, someone who could marry and be without whomever they choose. Someone more worthy than Heba himself, he sniffed one more time looking back at Atemu laying their silently. He'd never see Atemu again, he told himself, he'd never be able to, and he didn't wish to, because even if he did. He knows that without a doubt they could never be together, in the end. Knowing this, this made Heba cover his mouth with his hand softly as he left the tent and didn't come back the rest of the night.