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Thanks to anyone hu reviewed. I hope u still wanna read it after this long wait. I could'nt think of anything to write and I still haven't, so here's a bit of Rika's history. You'll need it later on.
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Daughter of the Nile
Rika's Story
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My name is Rika Mystic, daughter of Their Imperial Excellencies Mithros and Mulan, the 5 generation of imperial rulers in the Tang Dynasty. I was born on the 21st of the 6th moon in the year of the Air Dragon. A fitting birth date, as I soon proved to be cunning and quick, like the wind. My parents rejoiced at my birth, for they had always longed for a second child to keep their eldest son company when the burdens of ruling a vast empire were to be passed on to him.
This may sound to you as though I was not truly loved by my parents as what I was and that I was always second to my elder brother, Folken, but I must insist that that is not the case. I cherish my older brother and he has always looked out for me. My father has always looked upon us both with equal affection and perhaps sometimes more so for me, seeing as I was his youngest. When my brother started taking lessons in combat and swordsmanship, I had complained that my own lessons of sewing and embroidery were so dull in comparison. My father consented and allowed me to take lessons alongside my brother.
My mother died of a mysterious illness in the year of the Air Ram, 3 years after my birth. All I can remember of her is a calm, soothing voice and gentle, graceful fingers weaving through my hair. People at court always marveled at how closely I resembled her. My father used to tell me that although I cannot remember what my mother looked like, I only had to look in one of the special looking glasses to see her. The funny thing is, not matter how much I look like her, my temper was inevitably my father's. Impatient, mischievous, stubborn and quick to temper, but clever, I learned at an early age to excel at checkmating my opponents in swift games of mental chess.
My brother was more like my mother in many aspects. Older than me by 6 summers, Folken was much more easygoing, but determined and a fierce opponent when he was angry. And so, I grew up under my father and brother's protective wing, until the year of the Fire Horse, my thirteenth year. My life was bliss, my personal Golden Age you might call it. Everything shattered when my father decided to take a second wife.
Her name was Mika Ling, of the house of Governor Ling of the Tsungin District. She was 36 and my father 40 when they were married and her, named Empress. I will admit that she was indeed very beautiful with a rosy complexion and beautifully formed curves. My stepmother was going to make my life as an Imperial Princess unbearable. She started by proclaiming that proper ladies shouldn't be learning the art of war and instead should leave that to the men. My father, who was enchanted by her radiant beauty, agreed and that was the end of my lessons. This continued for 3 more summers before I decided I couldn't take anymore.
In my 16th year, my father departed from this world to join my mother in the next, due to an old wound close to the heart that caused him to die in a heart attack as the royal healer puts it. I wept, perhaps for the first time in my life, and his body was buried next to my mother's. My sorrow turned to utter outrage when I learned that instead of my brother, being the eldest and the heir, my stepmother would ascend the throne. Folken tried to console me, but that was the last straw.
On the 5th day of the 8th moon that year, I ran away. Away from the cold, lonely palace that was now my home and, most of all, away from my wicked stepmother. I didn't say anything to Folken, but I think he knew anyway. I saddled my mare, Silverwind, and let her, and Fate, pick my road. I do not know in which we rode, only that we rode for nearly 2 moons before we reached a hot, sandy desert.
Here, Silverwind, my faithful mare left me. I was certain that this was a test sent by the gods of my will and faith, so I rationed my water and food, determined to make it out alive. I soon reached a wide river. Beside it was a small temple, dedicated to foreign gods. I reached and was surprised to learn that my knowledge of languages had not failed me and although I did not know what language I was speaking at the time, I was relieved to find out that I could understand what the woman at the temple was saying to me.
The sisters at the temple of Isis took me in and nursed me back to my full health. I was surprised to find such pure, fresh water in the middle of the desert like this and when I mentioned it to a priestess, she laughed and said that the water came form the river Nile.
" The Nile is a sacred river, my child. Young Horus himself rose from it. You have been reborn through the Nile, a special privilege granted by Queen Isis. You will be the Daughter of the Nile, and Isis, to us."
When I was well again, I thanked the priestesses for their care and took my leave of them. I continued to wander the desert around the Nile. I realized that this was a civilization I had learned of at court, but I could not remember which one. One day I was found by some men in uniforms (Imperial Guards, I thought), who mistook me for a common thief. I was furious and after refusing to co-operate with them, they knocked me unconscious. When I woke up, I was dragged into what appeared to be a throne room with a handsome young man in front of me. ' Their ruler,' I thought.
I was proved right when the guards bowed to him deeply and addressed him as ' Your Majesty' a title that is given to the King only. Thus began my adventure in Egypt.
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I need reviews and suggestions. Email me at silver_cobraj13@hotmail.com if you have any suggestions on the next chapters. I'll give you full credit if I use your ideas. Thank U!
* Pheonix Ashes*
Thanks to anyone hu reviewed. I hope u still wanna read it after this long wait. I could'nt think of anything to write and I still haven't, so here's a bit of Rika's history. You'll need it later on.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Daughter of the Nile
Rika's Story
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
My name is Rika Mystic, daughter of Their Imperial Excellencies Mithros and Mulan, the 5 generation of imperial rulers in the Tang Dynasty. I was born on the 21st of the 6th moon in the year of the Air Dragon. A fitting birth date, as I soon proved to be cunning and quick, like the wind. My parents rejoiced at my birth, for they had always longed for a second child to keep their eldest son company when the burdens of ruling a vast empire were to be passed on to him.
This may sound to you as though I was not truly loved by my parents as what I was and that I was always second to my elder brother, Folken, but I must insist that that is not the case. I cherish my older brother and he has always looked out for me. My father has always looked upon us both with equal affection and perhaps sometimes more so for me, seeing as I was his youngest. When my brother started taking lessons in combat and swordsmanship, I had complained that my own lessons of sewing and embroidery were so dull in comparison. My father consented and allowed me to take lessons alongside my brother.
My mother died of a mysterious illness in the year of the Air Ram, 3 years after my birth. All I can remember of her is a calm, soothing voice and gentle, graceful fingers weaving through my hair. People at court always marveled at how closely I resembled her. My father used to tell me that although I cannot remember what my mother looked like, I only had to look in one of the special looking glasses to see her. The funny thing is, not matter how much I look like her, my temper was inevitably my father's. Impatient, mischievous, stubborn and quick to temper, but clever, I learned at an early age to excel at checkmating my opponents in swift games of mental chess.
My brother was more like my mother in many aspects. Older than me by 6 summers, Folken was much more easygoing, but determined and a fierce opponent when he was angry. And so, I grew up under my father and brother's protective wing, until the year of the Fire Horse, my thirteenth year. My life was bliss, my personal Golden Age you might call it. Everything shattered when my father decided to take a second wife.
Her name was Mika Ling, of the house of Governor Ling of the Tsungin District. She was 36 and my father 40 when they were married and her, named Empress. I will admit that she was indeed very beautiful with a rosy complexion and beautifully formed curves. My stepmother was going to make my life as an Imperial Princess unbearable. She started by proclaiming that proper ladies shouldn't be learning the art of war and instead should leave that to the men. My father, who was enchanted by her radiant beauty, agreed and that was the end of my lessons. This continued for 3 more summers before I decided I couldn't take anymore.
In my 16th year, my father departed from this world to join my mother in the next, due to an old wound close to the heart that caused him to die in a heart attack as the royal healer puts it. I wept, perhaps for the first time in my life, and his body was buried next to my mother's. My sorrow turned to utter outrage when I learned that instead of my brother, being the eldest and the heir, my stepmother would ascend the throne. Folken tried to console me, but that was the last straw.
On the 5th day of the 8th moon that year, I ran away. Away from the cold, lonely palace that was now my home and, most of all, away from my wicked stepmother. I didn't say anything to Folken, but I think he knew anyway. I saddled my mare, Silverwind, and let her, and Fate, pick my road. I do not know in which we rode, only that we rode for nearly 2 moons before we reached a hot, sandy desert.
Here, Silverwind, my faithful mare left me. I was certain that this was a test sent by the gods of my will and faith, so I rationed my water and food, determined to make it out alive. I soon reached a wide river. Beside it was a small temple, dedicated to foreign gods. I reached and was surprised to learn that my knowledge of languages had not failed me and although I did not know what language I was speaking at the time, I was relieved to find out that I could understand what the woman at the temple was saying to me.
The sisters at the temple of Isis took me in and nursed me back to my full health. I was surprised to find such pure, fresh water in the middle of the desert like this and when I mentioned it to a priestess, she laughed and said that the water came form the river Nile.
" The Nile is a sacred river, my child. Young Horus himself rose from it. You have been reborn through the Nile, a special privilege granted by Queen Isis. You will be the Daughter of the Nile, and Isis, to us."
When I was well again, I thanked the priestesses for their care and took my leave of them. I continued to wander the desert around the Nile. I realized that this was a civilization I had learned of at court, but I could not remember which one. One day I was found by some men in uniforms (Imperial Guards, I thought), who mistook me for a common thief. I was furious and after refusing to co-operate with them, they knocked me unconscious. When I woke up, I was dragged into what appeared to be a throne room with a handsome young man in front of me. ' Their ruler,' I thought.
I was proved right when the guards bowed to him deeply and addressed him as ' Your Majesty' a title that is given to the King only. Thus began my adventure in Egypt.
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I need reviews and suggestions. Email me at silver_cobraj13@hotmail.com if you have any suggestions on the next chapters. I'll give you full credit if I use your ideas. Thank U!
* Pheonix Ashes*