A Brave Warrior
Heba continued his journey alone, as he had reached an stopping point in the forest. The sun was slowly rising as he was running low on water, and the hunt for meats. His father was very good with nature, and finding fruits, berries, and deers and things. He usually took Heba every now and then and allowed Heba to design his own bow, and arrows from the things he found around them. Since then, Heba has learned to do so as he took the bow and arrows from his camels back. He then slowly walked away from it as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He hated leaving the village he was inside, but he couldn't go back now. He greatly missed Atemu and thinking about him made him feel that tingle sensation.
He blushed softly as he bent down and started grabbing some more leaves for the bow stability. When he was wrapping them up and typing them, he thought about Atemu's features and his tone body. He loved hearing his voice, as it was so massive, and muscular and intimidating. The feeling and connection they had when Atemu kissed him, even for that moment was the most magically he's ever had. When he pondered and even daydreamed endlessly, he slowly saw his bow fall down into a small ditch patch. He then blinked realizing he wasn't really focusing and stood up dusting himself off. Sighing softly he told himself he had to stop thinking about Atemu, as he could never feel that ever again.
He then heard some noises from the distance when he went to go pick up his bow, he manage to grab it from the hole, when he hears a group of men walking in the forest. He softly hide in the bushes, and waited for them to walk past, as he heard their conversations. Most of them was speaking in Egyptian, something Heba wasn't all to familiar with because he was born with English. Unfortunately, that was his kind of luck, but he didn't wish to be spotted because he didn't know these men. Two of them had beards, and all of them was muscular and had daggers and knives. He thought they could also be hunters, seeking food much like Heba, but taking such a risk was high.
One of the men continued to walk as he took out how dagger tossing it up and down, as he didn't cut himself doing so. The other one had his sword out as he looked around ever corner and went closer to trees to see if they had anything. The other one turned to the one whom seem to be investigating as he sighed with annoyance and his eye brow raised. "Really?" He asked him boastful. The other one turned and looked back at him, as he got irritated by his comment. "Really what.." he said snarling. "You don't have to check every damn tree we walk past, I'm sure we'll find something soon." He said calmly. The other one eye twitch at his calmness and nonchalant tone.
"How can you fucking be so calm, when we don't have any damn food. We're practically starving, and you just try and keep your stupid composer." He told him off. Heba was surprised as his small soft eyes widened still hearing them. He was also noticing how they started speaking English once again, and he didn't know they could do that or knew English at all. Just then another man came through as he chuckled softly hearing them argue over food like children. "You two should get married and start a family. Ones the woman while the other one is clearly the dominate male." He told them both.
They then eventually turned to look at the other one whom came suddenly. The one with the beard growled softly and, tackled the one who spoke, as they wrestled in the dirt. The other one looked around sighing, as he knew this would happen as it always has. He then after a few minutes crossed his arms, but glanced over at a few bushes that seem to be moving slightly, as he coughed and kicked one of the men. The other one got up and growled at the one whom kicked him, as he was still nonchalant and pointed to the bushes. "What?! You need someone to hold your hand while you take a tingle" he said sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes and then narrowed them angry by that comment as he shook his head and started moving towards the bushes. Heba heart was pounding as he was heading in the direction Heba was around. He was frighten and didn't know whether to pop out and run, or stay still hoping something would make them go away. The man continued to get closer and closer, as Heba felt the sweat drip down from his pale soft skin. He then took a deep breath, covering his mouth gently, as he tried to think of something more at ease. To no avail he then slowly moved away and step on a small trig.
Hearing that sound, the man narrowed his eyes down seeing a small Heba bending down as he quickly got up. Heba started to run as the man yelled for him to stop. The other men, quickly took out their weapons along with the one whom screamed. They began to chase Heba, as Heba eyes widened with worry. His heart pumping with blood, he was determined to get away. He felt he might trip over something as he continued to look down at the ground every now and then. He then made a sharp right and went deeper into the forest as the man followed his trail. Heba couldn't stop running as he was getting exhausted. However the men looked infuriated and angry with rage.
He then slid down a hill side unaware as he looked back towards the men. "Ahh!" He screamed as his ankle slid first before his upper body did. Tumbling down, as he rolled over and over again, due to the hill top. Banging his head down towards a rock, it pounded with a scar he then fell and slowly sat up. His head slowly bleeding from the wound that now laid there as he heard the men growing near. He tried to get up but his ankle continued to act up once more. Looking down as his leg, he felt overwhelmed with defeat and concern. He knew this wouldn't end well, as Heba looked up and turned his head. 'I—I have to move, please...' he told himself in agony.
Suddenly, the men came around as they looked down at him and were surprised. They didn't even realize it was a peasant due to his appearance. Although, he looked more elegant and attractive than most. "Well, well, what do we have here?" One of them said chuckling as he went a little closer. Heba slowly moved back as he was still hurt and in bad shape from the fall. "A peasant out in the middle of "our" territory what were you thinking kid?" He asked Heba almost sarcastically. Heba felt himself choking on his own words, and for a moment he was lost in them. He was afraid of what to say, and what they'd to towards him in the slightest. The men got closer as one of them yanked Heba from the ground.
He squealed abruptly as he tried to fight off the man whom touched him. "No! Get off of me! Get away." Heba proclaimed as he bit one of them. "Ah! You little—" the man yelled as he backhand slap Heba. Heba fell to the ground, as the man got on top of him and pinned Heba to the ground. "That's it, I'mma enjoy rapping and killing you." He said with an evil grin. The others watched as they crossed their arms, as Heba felt the tears come down his cheeks. He was about to be beaten and victimized by these bandits. He felt he should've never left Atemu's side in the first place.
He was now caught up in this mess and about to die alone and forgotten. He tried to continued to move but the man squeezing his wrist tightly. Heba couldn't take the pain, and cried some more. Feeling his wrist hurt from the man's strong forcefully grip. He then felt the man grab his neck firmly, as he started to choke Heba with his might. Heba felt himself starting to collapse, as he couldn't breathe anymore, his entire life flashed before him. The air was closing within his lungs, and his air wasn't escaping anymore.
His eyes started to faint slowly, as he heard the sounds of a horse clicking their heels. Heba head was softly turned as the men had stop as well, due to the sounds coming closer. One of the guys was further as he narrowed his vision down more, and tried to see from the distance. He then felt something pierce him straight through his chest as his friends widened their eyes. The man collapsed, as he felt the sword go through his chest as he kneeled down. Atemu rode through on his horse with hate and flames in his eyes. Gripping the horse tightly, he pulled on it and charged straight for them.
Heba felt his eyes smile, seeing Atemu come towards his aid. He felt his eyes shimmer with hope, seeing Atemu as he climb off his horse. Taking the sword out of the man's body, and looking at the rest of them with dark demonic eyes. He then narrows his vision more giving the glares to the men. As he gripped his sword tightly, with the dripping blood from the man he slain. "All of you are dead.." Atemu said harshly with his deep demonic tone. The wind grew louder, as the sun was completely up now but in the forest it looked darker than most areas.
The men froze as they couldn't believe the pharaoh was here. They didn't understand why he was, or what made him come in this forest. Even so, Heba was relieved, and slowly closed his eyes due to unconsciousness. The bandits being a little frighten, that Atemu stood there with this dark intention, and painfully words. For they knew he wouldn't leave without claiming their lives one by one.