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Lost

Pharaoh's Call

Rischura knew my looks well. Any look that I might give him could mean anything at any time and he always knew exactly what I was saying. I watched him closely, his muscular chest and arms bare and visible, his bronzed skin glistening in the sunlight, as he walked toward me. He stood so that we were face-to-face, so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek.

I kissed him softly, relishing in the feel of his lips on mine. It had felt like eternity since I'd last felt this way. He then pulled away quickly making my heart stop for a moment from the loss of contact.

"What?" I asked him. A question was etched into his brow as he looked away.

"I hear something… Someone is coming." He had saved us many times in this way.

One of my maids came running up to me. "Princess," she said breathing heavily from the run, "Pharaoh would like to see you immediately."

My heart was now racing from the thought of almost being caught with Rischura. I knew that if my brother found out, Rischura would for sure be put to death. After being with him so long, it had come to the point when I hated the thought of how many times I'd put him in danger more than anything. "Very well," I said as calm as I could. "Come, Medjai." I said to Rischura, wanting him to follow as close as possible. I walked slowly for I wanted nothing less than to talk to my brother, Ramses.

"He asked that I tell you to hurry, Princess," the maid added timidly.

"Tell him that I will be there, walking at the pace that I've chosen." I told her. Ramses had been demanding toward me since he'd returned. Before he left, almost 4 years ago, he had been brotherly and sweet to me. Since he'd returned, it'd been quite the opposite. His newfound power, after my father's death, had had that effect on him.

Rischura dared to walk next to me all the way to Pharaoh's throne room, occasionally brushing my arm with his. I was happy for the contact, as it calmed my anger towards Ramses.

I walked to my brother calmly, Rischura stepping towards a far away corner.

Ramses stared at me coldly, angry that I had defied him. I was slightly afraid, for reasons I cannot explain, but I tried to look as composed as possible.

I raised an eyebrow at him, unwilling to let him stare me down. "You called, brother?"

He stared at me a few moments longer. "Nefertiri," he said sternly, "how old are you now?"

"Seventeen," I told him.

He raised an eyebrow and looked me over once. "Just as I'd thought."

It was then that his chocolate eyes looked away from me, ready to get to the next task at hand. But I was confused. Why would he call me only to find what age I was? What importance was that to him?

"Ramses," I called to him. He winced at the use of his name and then looked at me, ready to hear whatever it was that I was bothering him for. "Why do you ask?"

"You will see. Leave me now, Nefertiri."

"But, I—"

"Nefertiri…" He said, anxious for me to leave. I glared at him, then turned to leave, stomping angrily as I left the room through the doors that were being held open for me. My brother was so lost to me. I missed his kindness and warmth.

"I hate him." I told Rischura when we were out of the eyesight of others.

"Pharaoh does things for his own reasons." He assured me. "I am sure there was a reason. He would not waste your time, and his, for anything of unimportance."

"It's not that that I care about, Rischura. I don't understand why he's so different now… I had missed him so badly when he'd gone."

"I know. I remember," he said, his eyes lighting up slightly at my utter confusion.

"And he came back, uncaring about anything having to do with me."

Rischura nodded, staring intensely at me. I stopped mid rant to stare back at him. He made me feel so calm; so loved. Whomever I was mad at, for whatever reason, I felt better after speaking to Rischura for only seconds.

"I love you, Rischura," I told him. It was odd how it came out… That hadn't happened for a while and I then thought of how much I missed him, regardless of the fact that he was with me most every minute of every day. "Rischura," I said, pulling him into the end of a dead ended hallway, "will you stay with me tonight?"

He looked at me, eyes intense at the question that I had just asked. "Princess,"

"Nefertiri," I corrected. I hated when he called me Princess because it reminded me that the feelings I had for him were forbidden.

"Nefertiri, I love you too much to risk what we have… If I were forced to spend a day without you because of that risk, I would never be able to forgive myself," he said, running his fingers through my hair.

I realized then just how right he was. It had not hit me until that moment that I might not be with him for what could be an eternity. I was so angry. Was it at Rischura? No. It was at other things. At the world, I suppose. But I could not help but take it out on my Medjai as he stood in front of me, only wanting to protect me. I glared at him fiercely and then turned away. "You are free to leave me, Medjai, for I do not feel that I need your constant gaze upon me any longer." I walked away; to whatever place my feet would lead me. I was surprised when I heard only my two feet upon the floor. I was surprised because my Medjai had always come after me… Why hadn't he this time? Did he think that I would get over it soon enough, if only he would leave me to myself for a while? Did he not care that I did not want him; not know that in reality I had only been speaking out of anger? My anger, which had been at everything but him.

I then wanted to turn around. I felt like I had been through this situation before, knowing that the outcome would be somehow bad if I did not turn around. Despite the fact that I wanted to turn around and apologize because my mind was screaming at me to do so, I kept walking, unwillingly, as if it were meant to be this way…


Well, that's it. How is this story so far? This is the first time my writing has flowed so easily… To me, it actually seems to be written well, but that might not be true. Plz review and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is really welcome and wanted for this story (and for all of my stories)! That's constructive criticism…lol About two more chapters before the first mystery is solved! Review and I'll update! Tata for now!

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