Authoress Sana- Nothing to say this chapter.
High Priest Seth- Good... hearing you talk give me migraines...
Authoress- (grabs Sennen Rod and hits him upside the head with it)
High Priest Seth- Bishi abuse! Bishi abuse!
Disclaimer: Sana owns nothing.
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-Terms-
Per A'a- What the Ancient Egyptians called their Pharaoh (Atemu)
Hem Ntjr- High Priest (Seth)
Khemet- What the Ancient Egyptians called Egypt. It means the Black Land.
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Warnings- Shonen ai, yaoi (Seth x Atemu), some lemons, angst in some chapters, some blood and gore, character death (...your typical romance...) This chapter contains a mild lemon.
A.N. Seth and Atemu have been reincarnated hundreds of thousands of times. In this life they have been reborn to look exactly as they did in Ancient Khemet.
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Chapter 3- Dreamtime in Salem, Part 1
The next thing Seth knew, he was back in the bookstore, his heart was still racing and the vivid memory was still playing in his mind. It was then that he noticed that Atemu had fallen asleep. Smiling, he stroked the Per A'a's face, being cautious not to wake him up. What he didn't realize, was that Atemu's Ba had already left his body and that he had entered Dreamtime.
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Atemu was running for his life, his brown hair blowing in the wind and fear written clearly in his crimson eyes; running as fast as his small frame and petite height would carry him. Looking over his shoulder, he still saw the torches; men and dogs chasing after him. He failed to see a tree's root in his path and tripped on it, falling face-first into the cold, clammy earth. "Come back here, you little witch! The noose is waiting for you," one of the men shouted at him, but before they could get close, Atemu got back on his aching feet and broke into another run.
He ran for what like seemed hours, although it was only a few more minutes, and entered the deepest part of the Massachusetts forest. The shouting and barking slowly died away, and he slinked down the trunk of an evergreen; sitting with his arms wrapped tightly around his knees, burying his face into his chest and tears streaming down his cheeks. He was all alone in this big forest, in this big world. He was an outcast to his own people and a threat to everyone – or so they said. In his mind all hope was lost, he had already lost the battle and he felt that there was no reason to go on. Lost in his own thoughts, and keeping his crying low, so that his pursuers wouldn't hear, he started trembling. It was then that a soft voice rang out in his head.
(Why are you crying?), asked the voice gently. Atemu hadn't noticed that a shadow, residing in front of him, was blocking the moonlight from hitting him. He slowly raised his head and saw that a young man was standing in front of him; a tall native with long, braided, black hair, coal streaked face, sun tanned skin and piercing cerulean eyes. Not knowing how the native could have spoken to him, he lowered his head again and buried it within his arms. Perhaps he was just hearing things and the native really wasn't there, just an illusion created by his mind. But when the voice rang out in his head again saying, (Do you need help?), he replied to it.
((They are going to catch me! Sooner or later they are going catch and hang me!)), he sobbed.
(Whom?), the voice, that Atemu realized was indeed coming from the native, asked telepathically.
((My pursuers! Them and those horrible dogs!)), Atemu replied in the same way, still sobbing, ((I'm exhausted and tired of constantly running! Damn them!))
(My name is Blue Creek and I want to help you. Come with me to my camp. You look like you haven't slept in days. I'll give you a comfortable sleeping spot and some food.), said the native as he extended his hand to Atemu.
((Why should I trust you?))
(I don't expect you to trust me. After all, I am what your people call 'savage'. But I do want to help you. I swear on the Great Spirit that I will not hurt you nor let harm come to you by any of my tribe.)
((Oh.)), came Atemu's reply, (You do realize that if you are caught with me, then they will hang us both?))
(Aye. But that is a risk that I am willing to take to help my brother when he is in need. After all, aren't we all one big family?)
Atemu raised his head and forced a smile onto his tear-streaked face, ((I appreciate it. Thank you.)), and he grasped Blue Creek's hand, and the native pulled him to his feet.
Blue Creek nodded and smiled back charmingly, then started running, pulling Atemu behind.
((Must we run? My feet are killing me!)), Atemu groaned.
(If you don't want your pursuers to find you.)
Atemu groaned more.
(By the way, you never told me your name, my friend.), Blue Creek kept running.
Atemu stopped groaning as he was pulled, and he replied using the name that his parents in this lifetime had given him, as he had not remembered his true name yet, ((Elias. My name is Elias.))
(Pleased to make your acquaintance, sir.)
Atemu was surprised with the native's politeness, ((Just call me Elias.))
(Then Elias it is. Ah. We are here.)
Atemu blinked as Blue Creek suddenly came to a stop. He walked to the native's side and gazed upon a small campsite. Small animal skin tents were lined up in a circle, five in all; a tall fire burned within a rock-lined pit, and a few reed baskets surrounded the fire. A woman emerged from one of the tents and ran up to Blue Creek, hugging him and speaking to him in a language that Atemu did not understand. When she saw Atemu, a look of fear filled her face, but then Blue Creek assured her that Atemu was not a threat. Nodding to Blue Creek, she smiled and winked at Atemu and went back into her tent.
(That is my sister, Soaring Sky. She is afraid of the White Man and thought that you were dangerous. But now pay her no attention. She likes to flirt.)
Atemu laughed a little, ((So I saw.))
Blue Creek laughed too then stopped, (Oh how rude of me. Here. Let me take you into my tent, Elias.), and then he grasped Atemu's hand and pulled him into one of the tents.
Atemu sat down on the deer-skin carpet and watched as Blue Creek pulled off his wolf-skin tunic and placed it to the side, leaving his chest completely bare. The handsome native then reached into a clay jar in the corner, and pulled out an ear of corn. Smiling he handed it to Atemu, (Here. Feel free to eat as much as you like. There is more corn in that jar, and some dried deer-meet in this one), he pointed to a jar next to the jar where he had gotten the corn. Blue Creek then got up and left the tent, leaving Atemu alone again.
It was then that Atemu realized something. He felt that he had always known Blue Creek, although he had never met him before. And then he had a vision that had Blue Creek and him in it, though the native's hair wasn't black and long, but brunette and short. And Atemu's own hair was spiky and tri-colored. They were both tan-skinned, and wearing both gold and strange ancient clothing. And then Blue Creek kissed him… no his name wasn't Blue Creek. It was Seth. The vision passed and it was only then that Atemu remembered his true name, "I… I remember… My name is not Elias. My name is Atemu. And his name is Seth… Seth…"
As if on cue, Blue Creek reentered the tent, (Atemu?)
Atemu's eyes brightened and he nodded, ((I found you Seth. I have found you once again.)), he crawled over to the native, knocked him onto his back, leaned over him and kissed him passionately.
Blue Creek, or rather Seth, moaned and returned the kiss, then rolled Atemu so that the Per A'a was beneath the native, the Hem Ntjr taking the top position, (Mmm… Per A'a. It seems like forever since… well… Ra… I love you.)
Atemu broke the kiss and nipped on Seth's ear, ((How long it has been since I've heard those words? I love you too, my koishii.))
Seth moaned again and gazed down at Atemu with lust in his eyes, (I want you.)
Atemu giggled, ((Aww… we find each other again, and within the first few moments you become horny. You really haven't changed, koi.))
(No I haven't, kuuipo. Not at all.), Seth tugged at Atemu's English-blouse, unbuttoned and pulled it off. Then with lust burning within him, he attacked one of Atemu's nipples with his mouth and sucked greedily on it.
Since Atemu's voice hadn't deepened yet, what should have been a deep moan came out of his teenage English mouth as a high-pitched squeal, ((Oooh… koishii… More! More!))
Seth snickered inwardly, (As you command… Per A'a… heh…), he sucked at the other nipple, his hot saliva sending chills down Atemu's spine.
((Don't you "As you command, Per A'a" me.)), he kissed Seth's forehead, ((You know the routine. You promised not to give me any special treatment or sucking up. You once told me that we were equals. I'd like to believe that we still are.))
(Oh shush, Atemu… you complain too much…), Seth replied in his usual "I don't give a fuck" tone, and sucked at Atemu's neck.
((Now that's the Hem Ntjr that I remember.)), Atemu rolled his eyes and moaned.
Seth chuckled lightly, (You'll wish that you hadn't done that…)
Atemu chuckled and replied in sarcasm, ((Suuuure I will…))
(Indeed), and then right when Seth was about to remove Atemu's bleechers, a shill scream was heard, instantly shattering the tranquil atmosphere and replacing the silence with panic.
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Oh no! It's the dreaded cliffhanger! Sorry about that, but the original chapter was too long, so I had to cut it into two parts. Anyway… review?
-- I'm in my own little world. But it's okay. They know me here. --
