History Repeats Itself
A/N – I was watching XxCandyxCounterxGirlxX 's trailer for her story (Troy and Sharpay) on youtube over the weekend…chills…completely inspired me to write another Troypay fic! I wasn't really going to do another one…at least not this soon, but what can I say when a muse talks…you listen! lol, anyway, this is the first chapter but it's also going to be like a prologue type thing…it'll be a little confusing, but everything you read just before the actual story takes place has something to do with the actual story I'm going to write…I hope it doesn't confuse anyone too badly…here it is…
Egypt 2492 BC
He sat on the marble throne of his fathers, not paying attention to what the courts were saying, but looking out on the construction the slaves were doing. The sun was bearing down on the workers, making it all the more hot in the dry climate of Egypt.
The doors to the throne room were thrust open as a soldier made his way towards him. He knelt down, pressing a fist to his heart in honor before standing. "She has arrived Tehuti."
Tehuti nodded, signifying for his general to bring her in. The general nodded, kneeling and pressing his fist to his heart once more before exiting the room. Tehuti sat a little straighter as he waited for his man to arrive. A minute or two later the doors opened once more and a woman walked in with a male on either side of her.
Tehuti's sapphire like eyes locked with her sky blue ones as he stood slowly from his throne watching her walk. She was wearing an immaculate white top made of linen, two straps holding it up as it was cut above her midriff. A white skirt flowed to the floor around her, held to her by a small gold belt. She had one gold armlet on her left arm, numerous bracelets on either wrist, and only two thin gold bracelets on her ankle, which he could glimpse as she walked, sandals clicking softly on the stone floor. Her hands were clasping a sacred amulet she wore around her neck, tightening the closer she came. Her oddest feature was her hair, a bright gold, as if it had been spun from rays of the sun, held back by her headdress, there were not many golden haired women he knew of.
Her sky blue eyes were brought out by the black of her eye make up, staring intensely at him as she walked. She eyed him up and down briefly, his dark brown hair appearing naturally black with dye, his eyes blazing like sapphires through his own eye make up. He wore a knee length white silk skirt with a golden belt, armlets, bracelets, and anklets adorning his figure. His wesekh, his collar, was made of gold and beaded with all the turquoise and lapis lazuli of a king.
When she reached him, she bowed deeply, "Greetings Lord Pharaoh," she said, still kneeling.
He took a few steps forward till he was standing before her. He reached out a hand, taking the one that was rested on her knee, pulling her up to face him. She was a born priestess of Amun, an oracle tender, descendent of priests and priestesses alike. She was a god wife, nearly equal in power to him, the god king of Egypt.
She nodded at him in respect, "I am Subira," she said, looking him in the eye.
He nodded turning back to his throne. He stood before it, gazing at Subira; she would be most useful to his rule. He had recently surpassed an enemy in Egypt, a man trying to steal his crown…Tehuti had struck him down with an iron fist, and in order to spare his own life, the man had offered his finest priestess to serve the pharaoh. He had offered his most sacred priestess.
He sat on the throne, nodding once again to dismiss Subira from the court. She nodded in understanding before turning and walking through the crowd that parted for her, staring in awe. He smiled softly as he watched her go. A priestess was chosen by the gods to serve them, they were the most sacred of women. No one dare touch a priestess, no one, unless it was allowed by the priestess herself. He glanced down at his hand; she had allowed him to touch her…
Rome 505 BC
The boy sighed as his father was cornered by yet another Patrician. He bowed his head; it was not fair that he could not even walk a few feet with his father before someone stopped them to talk with the newly elected Senator. Quintus Julius Trenus glanced up at his father, who gave him an apologetic look before turning his attention back to the conversation.
Trenus sighed once more before walking away, pushing slightly through all the people in the Forum. He paused a moment here and there, eyeing the many objects and foods for sale. Spices and silks were the most common imports that he found on his trek down the stoned area. Merchants called out for him to buy their fish, their jewels, their cloth! But he would have none of it, it was not needed.
He wandered a while longer, helping a young woman pick up the fruit and parchment she had dropped before continuing on. He stopped just beside a large crowd gathered around a platform of some sort. A man stood on it shouting out numbers as the crowd eagerly took to it.
His gaze was drawn from the floor of the forum to the platform as something golden caught his attention. The man on the platform had grabbed a girl, nearly his own youthful age, from a small group in the back and thrust her before the people. Her golden hair fell, dimmed slightly from filth, wavy and long. She wore only a dirty grey stola, a sort of sleeveless dress. She had dirt on her face and kept her eyes cast downwards. "Who will give me ten?" the man shouted to the crowd.
As soon as his eyes landed on the girl, she looked up slowly, almost as if feeling a pair of unique eyes upon her. Blue met blue and remained locked together. Trenus' breath hitched in his throat as he gazed into one sky blue eye, the other hidden by her falling hair. Time seemed to slow and the shouts of the people lessened as he stared. He could hear a pounding in his ears as the girl held his gaze.
"Twenty!" A voice shouted next to Trenus. He tore his eyes away from the girl's to see his father, Quintus Julius Brunus, standing next to him in all his glory. His immaculate white tunica and toga outlined with purple bands of his status, matching the outfit Trenus himself wore as a sign of relation.
"Sold!" The man cried. Brunus looked down at his son smiling before they made their way to the man, handing over the money.
The man grasped the girl by the nape of her neck, shoving her off the stage, nearly making her fall as she was already unsteady with her hands bound behind her back.
Trenus caught her and steadied her, "Father?" he asked confused, looking up through the brown hair that fell into his eyes.
His father smiled at him, "She is all yours son," he said before walking off.
Trenus turned to the girl, "What is your name?" he asked, as he untied her bindings.
She took a few deep breaths, looking at her wrists as she rubbed them, "Sericia Eudo," she whispered.
He reached out, lifting her chin to face him, "Sericia?" he asked, she nodded, "Beautiful…" he said softly, earning a small smile from her…
England 1229 AD
She had been talking with her father for the past hour and still he refused to relent even just a little. She placed her hands on her hips, making them nearly invisible under the light blue fabric of her long bell sleeves. She glared at her papa; he could be so stubborn sometimes. He kept insisting that she marry…and soon…but she did not want to! She had heard terrible stories from her friends in the court about their own marriages and she did not want that to happen to her. But her father refused to see reason, just because she was noble born she had to marry.
She let her hands fall, bowing her head, her long blond hair falling to either side of her face, despite the fact that it was supposed to be held back by the hair ties that she had just gone though moments of torture to achieve. The ladies in waiting had never been too gentle with her hair…not like her mother had been…
She looked back up at her father, about to speak when one of the squires ran in. "My lord! My lord! Come quickly!" he shouted, before turning to run back the way he'd come.
Her father gave her a brief look, "Sarah, stay here," he instructed her, before following quickly after the boy. She followed soon after that, her curiosity peeked and she had never been that good at following orders anyway.
She grasped at the silky fabric of her flowing light blue dress, holding it up just a little to avoid tripping as she ran down the halls, her dainty feet making hardly any noise on the stone floors. Every time she took a step her black belt would hit her legs but still she did not stop. She only stopped when she reached the main court yard. Soldiers were carrying in the wounded back from the Crusades. Men were groaning in pain as they lay on the canvases held between two or four men.
Sarah gasped at the sight. She looked around when her gaze drifted to a singular soldier a good twenty feet from her. She made her way there, as if some force were making her go to him. She knelt down, taking in the damage. He had a wound in his side that looked as though it had been opening up for a while as it healed, the red liquid of his blood seeping trough the dark blue fabric of his draping. His white tunic beneath it was already completely red. His hand pressed firmly against it despite the pain it caused him. She could tell he was in pain, his eye were forced closed.
She reached out a hand, gently placing it on his damp forehead before pulling it away quickly. He was burning up. She quickly undid the metal belt that held his sword; it was blocking half the wound and wouldn't put enough pressure on it to stop the bleeding. She had just unhooked it when a hand reached out and grasped her wrist harshly. She looked down, it was the boy, he still held the wound with his left hand while his right had seized her right hand. She smiled softly at him, noticing his eyes were open to reveal the most stunning blue that she had ever seen. She reached out tentatively with her left hand, but he seemed not to have noticed at all, his gaze staring into hers.
She gently laid her palm on his forehead, hoping that her cool hand would help make him more comfortable. "What be your name?" she asked, quietly, too quietly she had feared for the boy did not respond at once.
"Theodore Bennet," he replied gruffly, still staring into her eyes…it calmed him…made the pain seem less.
"Lady Sarah!" someone shouted. Sarah turned quickly, seeing a servant rushing in her direction. "What be thou doing here?" she asked Sarah quickly. She grabbed Sarah's arm and tried to pull her from the man, but she would not have it.
"Please mistress," the servant replied, "Your father would be most displeased if he were to see you out here. Lord Emory would not be pleased at all."
Sarah looked down at the boy, he had fallen unconscious, his grasp on her arm slipping. "Margaret," she said standing and taking the woman's hand, "Take care of him please!" Margaret looked at the boy, "For me?"
Margaret looked up at her mistress seeing desperation and fear shining in her eyes, "It shall be done." She said, Sarah smiled, "Now be off with you!"
And with that Sarah Emory took off towards the castle, looking back just before she shut the door to see Margaret and another servant moving Theodore. She rested a hand to steady her fearful heart…
France 1847
The house was frantic with various people and servants rushing about trying to get ready for her arrival as the mistress had instructed.
"Hurry! Hurry! Put that there!" The mistress shouted in French to a servant before she walked to the nearby mirror to make sure her dark brown hair had stayed in place in the intricate twists and braids that was the style now.
She smiled at her appearance turning to face her husband when she saw him stalk by trying to fix his scarf tie. She rushed over to him, her lime green dress making ruffling sounds against the wooden floor.
Her husband sighed annoyed, rolling his blue eyes as his wife fixed his black scarf tie before tucking it into his black button up vest. "I do not see why she must come stay with us!"
His wife rolled her eyes at that; he was such a silly man, "Her husband died! She is my friend; I can not just leave her."
He shook his head, going over to the mirror his wife had just been at, he looked himself over; making sure that his brown hair was parted and stuck the right way. He stood, brushing off some dust from his grey stripped pants before crossing his arms, the white slightly billowy sleeves puffing up like pillows for a moment. "But why must she stay here?"
His wife shook her head at her him, "Please be nice. It will only be for a few weeks."
She smiled softly at him, she had often times wondered why her parents had chosen them to be married to each other. But she sighed, it was alright, they had been friends since they were children…it could have been worse…
"Fine," her husband said, "I will be polite, but do not expect anything mor…" A knock on the door cut off his next words, her eyes widened.
"She is here!" she shouted, she was here! She ran to the door throwing it open to reveal a small blonde standing there, hands neatly folded before her. Her red and brown vertically stripped dress fit her flawlessly, her corset making her womanly figure stand out just a tad bit more. There was a red ribbon that went along the seam of the dress, from her shoulders till they met at her navel area and split once more on her skirt, a few brown pompoms scattered along the ribbons. She looked up, sky blue eyes clashing with his own for only a moment before his wife launched herself at their guest.
"Soleil!" she shouted, hugging the woman, who's gaze still remained locked with his own as if neither had the power to break the gaze. "How are you?"
That seemed to stir the woman from her trance. She turned to his wife, "Genevieve!" she said, pulling her back into another hug. "I am doing…well…"
Genevieve nodded, taking the woman's hand and pulling her slightly towards her husband. "Come, come, you must meet my husband." She let go of her hand as soon as they were a foot from her husband. She took a step towards him, so that she would be in the middle of the two. "This is my husband, Treves Beaufort," she said turning from her friend to her husband. Her friend nodded her head slightly, her shoulder length wavy hair falling around her as she did. She then turned to her husband, "This is Soleil Everard."
Treves snapped out of his trance as well, taking a step back as he reached out and gently took hold of Soleil's right hand with his own. He bowed slightly, raising her hand to his lips. He gently kissed it, before looking up at her as he stood, "Enchanted, madam."
She smiled softly and blushed. She was about to reply when Genevieve rushed her out of the room taking frantically about all the things they had to catch up on. Treves watched them go, eyes never leaving Soleil's form until she disappeared behind the living room door…
Massachusetts 1953
"Mr. Brando!" A voice called.
One tall brown haired man on the crowded street started to walk faster as he heard his name being called from behind him. This particular man, not more than 25 years old, had already been hounded by reporters all day, questioning him about his plans for his senator-ship. He placed his hands inside the pockets of his long grey jacket as he made his way past busy people. He was thankful that it hadn't rained, or snowed, as the forecasts had predicted. It would have ruined his navy blue wool suit and his pressed white shirt, the last impeccably good pair that he had.
"Mr. Brando!" the voice called again, catching up to him a he raised his arm on the street corner to hail a cab.
"What?" he asked, trying not to sound snappy or seem impolite as he refused to turn around.
"What do you plan to do about the school districts in Boston?" A voice, clearly female asked. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. The person tapped him on his shoulder…quite hard… "Well? What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to…" he said quickly, spinning around to tell off the nosy report when his words failed him. Standing before him was a small, petite blonde haired woman. She was dressed in a long brown wool pencil skirt that went down a little past her knees, a light pink cardigan, and a short dark red wool winters jacket complimenting her out fit…but that wasn't what he was looking at. Her eyes…they were the perfect shade of blue, like that of a cloudless sunny day. "I…I'm going to do what ever you want me to…" he said feeling like an idiot as soon as the words left his mouth. He hadn't intended to say that.
The woman's hands dropped slowly from off her hips where she had originally placed them. Normally she would have given the arrogant jerk a piece of her mind for thinking he could get away with being rude with a pick up line like that…but she couldn't. His eyes, sparkling sapphires had drawn her in, she couldn't respond just then. She felt a blush creep into her cheeks as she looked down, smiling softly. Why was she acting like that?
He shook his head, noticing that the woman before him was blushing. A car horn honked behind him as he glanced up to see a cab. He looked back at the woman who had seemed to have gotten her blushing under control. "Tom Brando," he said, holding out his hand.
She smiled more, looking up at him, "I know," she said, there wasn't a soul who didn't know who Tom Brando, Massachusetts best shot for a senator, was. "I'm Susan Elliott."
"My pleasure," he said as they finished shaking hands, and reluctantly let their hands drop. The car horn honked again, he glared at the driver briefly before turning back to Susan. "Would you like to…go get some coffee or something…talk about the school districts?" he asked, before trying to bait her, "I'm not to up-to-date on their conditions."
She nodded vigorously as he opened the cab door for her, "I'm a teacher at one of the Elementary Schools, just a few blocks from here." It hadn't snowed as was predicted, but the air was chilly, you could practically see the words as they left your mouth. "We need a lot of help," she said sliding in.
He followed quickly, "I'm all too happy to oblige…"
Albuquerque, New Mexico 2006
A snapping noise forced Troy, Taylor, Gabriella, Ryan, and Sharpay's eyes to fly open to the laughing faces of their friends. They rubbed their eyes wondering what was going on before looking around at the crowd of people in the room. It all came back to them now; they were in the Avery Park Comedy Club, celebrating the end of their Senior year winter holidays before school started a few days later. They looked at each other quickly before looking out at the audience and blushing, knowing that they all must have done something really embarrassing while they had been hypnotized.
The hypnotist bowed before holding out her hands towards the five teens on stage, the audience erupted in applause as they walked back to meet with Chad, Kelsi, Zeke, and Jason. They sat down as the rest of the crowd started to get up, the show was over.
Gabriella's face was a bright red as she tried to get Chad to tell them what they had done.
"You really didn't do anything embarrassing Gabby," Chad started, standing up and putting on his coat a moment later, "Taylor on the other hand…" he laughed.
"What?" She asked, standing as well, "What did I do?"
Chad just gave her a look before laughing once more "Tell me!" she whined.
Chad shook his head, "I'll tell you the next time you give me lap dance like that…" Taylor's eyes widened with the implication of what Chad had just said. Her face flushed as she hid her face behind her hands. "It wasn't that bad," Chad said grinning wickedly as he put his arm around her shoulder.
"Shut up," she muttered, removing a hand long enough to playfully punch him before putting it back on her face.
"You didn't really do anything embarrassing," Kelsi reaffirmed to Gabriella as Troy helped her with her jacket. "Just basic stuff that she did to everyone."
"What about me?" Ryan asked eagerly, he had been the most excited one to be hypnotized. He loved being able to goof off, and now he'd had an excuse if he made an idiot out of himself. "What did I do?"
Everyone who hadn't been hypnotized looked at each other for a brief moment before bursting out laughing. "Ryan you were the greatest of them all," Zeke said.
"Yeah man," Jason added, "You were a hoot. Every time he told someone else to do something, you'd do it."
"Really?" Ryan asked a proud grin on his face. He held the door open for an elderly couple that was just before them. The old woman chuckled while the man gave him a glare. He looked questioningly at his friends as they passed the door.
"That was the dude you gave a lap dance to," Chad remarked, laughing once again, getting a laugh from everyone as Ryan blushed.
"What about Sharpay?" Ryan asked, trying to get the spotlight off him for a minute, sure that Sharpay must have done something, she was always outgoing.
"She didn't do anything," Zeke said before his eyebrows furrowed in thought, "Now that I think about it, neither did Troy."
"Well that's good," Troy said, "I definitely didn't want to do anything embarrassing.
"No," Jason said, shaking his head as they followed the crowd down the hallway, "You guys literally didn't do anything…at all."
"What?" Sharpay asked.
"Yeah," Kelsi said, "The hypnotist put you all into that trance thing, you know, made you relax and 'free your mind' and all. You both opened your eyes but didn't do anything."
"Yeah, you guys just kinda stared out into space," Chad confirmed, "It was kinda creepy, you didn't even react to questions the hypnotist asked or when she made you guys see everyone in the nude…Taylor, by the way, thanks for the compliment."
Taylor blushed once again and pushed her way outside as the gang followed. Troy and Sharpay glanced at each other briefly, why hadn't they done anything? They both just shook it off, the hypnotist said that she couldn't make you do something you truly didn't want to, they figured they must just have a will of steel.
"Hey guys…" Gabriella started as they headed down the sidewalk towards their cars, "Why are my shoes on backwards?"
A/N – Good times with hypnotists…actually happened to my friends, the lap dance, the nude compliments, shoe switching, and someone doing everything even if it wasn't his command, lol. This story isn't Troypay now, but it definitely will be. I'm not going to update as quick as or as much as I did with Icebergs and Ice Queens. I have so many ideas for this story and I have to do some research for some chapters. I want it to be the best it can be, so I might take a little bit more time writing each of the chapters. Based on the summary of the story, do you think it'll be interesting?
Inspiration from Scorpion King/The Mummy, Ancient Rome, Romeo and Juliet (loosely), and just some other romance thing-a-ma-bobs…don't own any of it…
P.S. Soliel, pronounced So-lay.