Crimson Bottle
'I can't... take it anymore...!' Fioratkhi thought as she ran down the old streets of Ancient Egypt. 'No... no more!' Tears were flying off her face as she rounded a corner, heading to the garden constructed for the pharoah's harem. She didn't care if she was caught, even though she was just a lowly peasant and wasn't allowed there... it wouldn't matter soon, anyways. It wouldn't matter... nothing would.
She cried out as she tripped on one of the many steps leading to the center fountain. 'Why must I stay? My family needs me no more... no one does!' She pounded her fists on the stone and called herself a coward as she pressed her clenched hands on the ground and pushed herself up, launching herself to the large, marble fountain not far away.
"Finally... it will end," she murmured as she collapsed onto a bench surrounded by roses. She slipped the crimson bottle from the folds of her wrap and unscrewed the gem-like top. "No more..." She raised the bottle to her lips, preparing to swallow the poison contained within.
~*~
"Pharoah..." Motaru murmured, as he handed the priest, Seth, a small scroll and bowed at both. "There is an intruder in the Harem Sanctuary."
"Who?!" the fabled King Of Games started, demanding more information. "Enemy?"
"Relax, my Lord..." Seth muttered. "The Gods shall not look over intruders in your humble kingdom..."
"A girl... about eighteen... Beautiful to the eye, enchanting..." Panted the servant. "She seems in despair."
Seth sighed. "Yet another woman seeking the Pharoah's wealth?" He rolled his eyes and snatched a look at the Pharoah, although his eyes were still to remain downcast in the King's presence. The King looked thoughtful, yet with narrowed eyes that lingered on the bowed, tanned body of the peasant before him. He waved the boy off, who was glad to be out of the King's way, and walked to the balcony behind him.
"Looking for the girl?" Seth said aloud, amused. The Pharoah was of no such mood and sent a glare towards his highest advisor. Seth immediately backed away and bowed, showing respect he did not particularly feel for a King who would waste his time looking for a teenaged girl intruding in his palace. "I am sorry... I meant no harm, Lord..."
"Forgiven." Yugioh said with an air of impatience. His eyes quickly searched the green area below him and found the girl at the very center, next to the fountain in his likeness. "Come," He said as he turned swiftly and headed for the large, wooden doors leading to the main hallway. "We shall see what the young girl wants."
Seth's eyes widened as he stood up from his large bow and quickly followed, shouting out orders at slaves from left to right, without falling a pace behind the King.
~*~
'How fitting...' Fioratkhi thought as she lowered the glass from her lips and looked up. 'I shall die as an unworthy peasant intruding in the Pharoah's palace, and die under his eyes... the ones ever staring on his tribute...' She looked up at the statue she sat beneath, then down at the contents in the container she was to afraid to consume, and she swirled it as she thought. 'Those eyes... I'll never forget them. Even in the Underworld, I'll never forget them...' Her mind instantly flashed back to the memory of a homecoming parade for the King when he returned from battle, unscathed. The peasants all gathered in the streets in a line and bowed down in unison on either side of the dirt road as the slaves carried the Pharoah by in his chair. No one knew, (because if they did she would be executed) but she had looked upward at the God the entire kingdom feared and respected. She had looked into his deep amethyst ayes and would not forget them.
And now she would die under them.
Sighing, she changed the bottle from her right hand to her left hand, and back again. 'I'm such a coward... I can do this. I should do this. No one would miss me... why should I stay here?' She closed her eyes and gulped. In the Underworld, this simple sin would cause the scales to overtip and her heart would be heavier than the feather. She would be obliterated for all eternity. Was it worth ridding everyone she knew of the plague known as herself? She answered this question swiftly and quickly as she finally threw the bottle to her lips and tilted her head back. She looked up at the statue again as she did so, to get one final look at the eyes she would always remember.
"WAIT!!!" A voice cried out. Fioratkhi lowered the bottle once again and spun around in her seat. Her black, onyx eyes became round as she saw two figures running toward her. 'Great Ra, Isis and Anubis... Send me to Hell instead of this! Please!' She thought desperately as the two figures neared. 'Anything other than this!' Instead of staying and confronting these people, she turned and ran, the strangers giving chase.
'If I were going to die, I'd rather do it under the marble eyes of a statue than under the real replicas!' Her mind raced, as she recalled the outline of the slightly smaller figure. It had been the great King Of Games himself. And surely, she was as dead as a doornail if the guards caught her. 'Ra give me strength!'
~*~
Li~ What do you think? It's actually the backstory of Yami Li in my other fic, 'Always Room For One More!' I felt like writing in... what do you think?
Chibi Malik~ Wead and weview, ya (w)itches!!!
Li~ ...?
'I can't... take it anymore...!' Fioratkhi thought as she ran down the old streets of Ancient Egypt. 'No... no more!' Tears were flying off her face as she rounded a corner, heading to the garden constructed for the pharoah's harem. She didn't care if she was caught, even though she was just a lowly peasant and wasn't allowed there... it wouldn't matter soon, anyways. It wouldn't matter... nothing would.
She cried out as she tripped on one of the many steps leading to the center fountain. 'Why must I stay? My family needs me no more... no one does!' She pounded her fists on the stone and called herself a coward as she pressed her clenched hands on the ground and pushed herself up, launching herself to the large, marble fountain not far away.
"Finally... it will end," she murmured as she collapsed onto a bench surrounded by roses. She slipped the crimson bottle from the folds of her wrap and unscrewed the gem-like top. "No more..." She raised the bottle to her lips, preparing to swallow the poison contained within.
~*~
"Pharoah..." Motaru murmured, as he handed the priest, Seth, a small scroll and bowed at both. "There is an intruder in the Harem Sanctuary."
"Who?!" the fabled King Of Games started, demanding more information. "Enemy?"
"Relax, my Lord..." Seth muttered. "The Gods shall not look over intruders in your humble kingdom..."
"A girl... about eighteen... Beautiful to the eye, enchanting..." Panted the servant. "She seems in despair."
Seth sighed. "Yet another woman seeking the Pharoah's wealth?" He rolled his eyes and snatched a look at the Pharoah, although his eyes were still to remain downcast in the King's presence. The King looked thoughtful, yet with narrowed eyes that lingered on the bowed, tanned body of the peasant before him. He waved the boy off, who was glad to be out of the King's way, and walked to the balcony behind him.
"Looking for the girl?" Seth said aloud, amused. The Pharoah was of no such mood and sent a glare towards his highest advisor. Seth immediately backed away and bowed, showing respect he did not particularly feel for a King who would waste his time looking for a teenaged girl intruding in his palace. "I am sorry... I meant no harm, Lord..."
"Forgiven." Yugioh said with an air of impatience. His eyes quickly searched the green area below him and found the girl at the very center, next to the fountain in his likeness. "Come," He said as he turned swiftly and headed for the large, wooden doors leading to the main hallway. "We shall see what the young girl wants."
Seth's eyes widened as he stood up from his large bow and quickly followed, shouting out orders at slaves from left to right, without falling a pace behind the King.
~*~
'How fitting...' Fioratkhi thought as she lowered the glass from her lips and looked up. 'I shall die as an unworthy peasant intruding in the Pharoah's palace, and die under his eyes... the ones ever staring on his tribute...' She looked up at the statue she sat beneath, then down at the contents in the container she was to afraid to consume, and she swirled it as she thought. 'Those eyes... I'll never forget them. Even in the Underworld, I'll never forget them...' Her mind instantly flashed back to the memory of a homecoming parade for the King when he returned from battle, unscathed. The peasants all gathered in the streets in a line and bowed down in unison on either side of the dirt road as the slaves carried the Pharoah by in his chair. No one knew, (because if they did she would be executed) but she had looked upward at the God the entire kingdom feared and respected. She had looked into his deep amethyst ayes and would not forget them.
And now she would die under them.
Sighing, she changed the bottle from her right hand to her left hand, and back again. 'I'm such a coward... I can do this. I should do this. No one would miss me... why should I stay here?' She closed her eyes and gulped. In the Underworld, this simple sin would cause the scales to overtip and her heart would be heavier than the feather. She would be obliterated for all eternity. Was it worth ridding everyone she knew of the plague known as herself? She answered this question swiftly and quickly as she finally threw the bottle to her lips and tilted her head back. She looked up at the statue again as she did so, to get one final look at the eyes she would always remember.
"WAIT!!!" A voice cried out. Fioratkhi lowered the bottle once again and spun around in her seat. Her black, onyx eyes became round as she saw two figures running toward her. 'Great Ra, Isis and Anubis... Send me to Hell instead of this! Please!' She thought desperately as the two figures neared. 'Anything other than this!' Instead of staying and confronting these people, she turned and ran, the strangers giving chase.
'If I were going to die, I'd rather do it under the marble eyes of a statue than under the real replicas!' Her mind raced, as she recalled the outline of the slightly smaller figure. It had been the great King Of Games himself. And surely, she was as dead as a doornail if the guards caught her. 'Ra give me strength!'
~*~
Li~ What do you think? It's actually the backstory of Yami Li in my other fic, 'Always Room For One More!' I felt like writing in... what do you think?
Chibi Malik~ Wead and weview, ya (w)itches!!!
Li~ ...?