A/N-Hey, you know what?! I'm really happy today! My school will not close unless the worst-case scenario comes along, but today I am experiencing my first snowday of the year! Anyway, back to my grave and solemn story where Isis will die for her love....mwahahaha.....
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Arem charged at me silently, his lean body moving quickly, his reflexes trained for battle. My tahk grew cold and rested against my chest like it was just a pendant that I wore for its beauty. Then, the knife crashed into a white light, and I heard Suline's ear-piercing scream as she attempted to kill Arem. That enormous blade was knocked out of her hand, and crashed into a wall. Who could stop this madman from killing me like he had killed Suline, my faithful friend and warrior? Nobody. I was alone, confused, a shrunken heap on the floor. My vision blurred, and Suline slowly began to disappear. Why did so many people wish to die protecting me? Maybe my destiny is that of a confused woman, swallowed up by loneliness, then grief, then insanity. "Leave me," I whispered, "Leave me to die in peace, Arem. Just bring him here, the pharaoh. Tell him that his love is dead."
"Why do you dare make such a request? I would never go to the pharaoh."
"Then why must you kill? Is your grief so overwhelming that you must ward off or kill all who come near you?" My saddened whispers made Arem begin to weep. Will my pharaoh ever weep for me? I will never know.
There we stood, Arem and I, both of us overcome with grief. I ran down the halls, farther and farther away from him, tears dropping on the polished floors of black marble. Arem ran after me, yet I paid him no heed. Our bare feet pounding on the floor resounded, bringing more tears to my eyes. "Don't follow," I cried, "This pain is mine and mine alone! You needn't carry the burden meant for me. It wasn't meant for you!" Arem's cries did not reach my ears, but his sobs did, and then I thought that he must know me, somehow, from somewhere. My footsteps slowed and then halted. I would not reject someone who knew me, someone who could help, someone who could heal the wound of loneliness in my heart. "I'm sorry Arem." He halted at those three words, and my lips parted. Only sobs came. He embraced me, and I cried into his shoulder. Where was my strong will? Was it truly a thing borrowed from my pharaoh? Maybe, but I wish I could have regained it, so that I wasn't crying so hard.
"There, there," said Arem soothingly, "Why don't you just stay with me for a short time? After all, I truly know no way by which you could get home. Please, accept my offer."
"I will, but I will not neglect my duty. We must find a way back to Egypt." His arm linked in mine, and we walked down the halls slowly. "Why must you attach yourself to this pharaoh," Arem asked me gently. "Why can't you stay with me?"
"It is simple. He is my lover."
"You look younger than eighteen years, my dear."
"Don't call me that. I find that you are similar to me, except in one thing. You cannot understand true love. I now see why your grief is so great. All of your lovers were forced."
"How would you know? We have known each other for only an hour."
"I can tell because you lack things that appeal to most women, although that does not include a handsome face. You must soften yourself, or else your cruel instincts will lead to your own death." I turned away with solemn eyes and sighed. "Why you haven't realized your mistakes is beyond me."
Suddenly, a surge swept through my body, and Arem, the marble halls, and the icy cold aura faded forever from my memory.
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Arem charged at me silently, his lean body moving quickly, his reflexes trained for battle. My tahk grew cold and rested against my chest like it was just a pendant that I wore for its beauty. Then, the knife crashed into a white light, and I heard Suline's ear-piercing scream as she attempted to kill Arem. That enormous blade was knocked out of her hand, and crashed into a wall. Who could stop this madman from killing me like he had killed Suline, my faithful friend and warrior? Nobody. I was alone, confused, a shrunken heap on the floor. My vision blurred, and Suline slowly began to disappear. Why did so many people wish to die protecting me? Maybe my destiny is that of a confused woman, swallowed up by loneliness, then grief, then insanity. "Leave me," I whispered, "Leave me to die in peace, Arem. Just bring him here, the pharaoh. Tell him that his love is dead."
"Why do you dare make such a request? I would never go to the pharaoh."
"Then why must you kill? Is your grief so overwhelming that you must ward off or kill all who come near you?" My saddened whispers made Arem begin to weep. Will my pharaoh ever weep for me? I will never know.
There we stood, Arem and I, both of us overcome with grief. I ran down the halls, farther and farther away from him, tears dropping on the polished floors of black marble. Arem ran after me, yet I paid him no heed. Our bare feet pounding on the floor resounded, bringing more tears to my eyes. "Don't follow," I cried, "This pain is mine and mine alone! You needn't carry the burden meant for me. It wasn't meant for you!" Arem's cries did not reach my ears, but his sobs did, and then I thought that he must know me, somehow, from somewhere. My footsteps slowed and then halted. I would not reject someone who knew me, someone who could help, someone who could heal the wound of loneliness in my heart. "I'm sorry Arem." He halted at those three words, and my lips parted. Only sobs came. He embraced me, and I cried into his shoulder. Where was my strong will? Was it truly a thing borrowed from my pharaoh? Maybe, but I wish I could have regained it, so that I wasn't crying so hard.
"There, there," said Arem soothingly, "Why don't you just stay with me for a short time? After all, I truly know no way by which you could get home. Please, accept my offer."
"I will, but I will not neglect my duty. We must find a way back to Egypt." His arm linked in mine, and we walked down the halls slowly. "Why must you attach yourself to this pharaoh," Arem asked me gently. "Why can't you stay with me?"
"It is simple. He is my lover."
"You look younger than eighteen years, my dear."
"Don't call me that. I find that you are similar to me, except in one thing. You cannot understand true love. I now see why your grief is so great. All of your lovers were forced."
"How would you know? We have known each other for only an hour."
"I can tell because you lack things that appeal to most women, although that does not include a handsome face. You must soften yourself, or else your cruel instincts will lead to your own death." I turned away with solemn eyes and sighed. "Why you haven't realized your mistakes is beyond me."
Suddenly, a surge swept through my body, and Arem, the marble halls, and the icy cold aura faded forever from my memory.