Khasara
Matthew
Nye
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Chapter Ten: Pre-Planned Detour
Time and time again Matt thought his words out, and every time he did not think it was the right way to tell someone that their only granddaughter is missing. Pacing his apartment on the verge of ripping his hair out, the American stopped at the door and turned to face the wooden entry. He glared at it, trying to give himself a little courage, but then sighed in frustration. Shaking his head, Matt clasped the brass handle of the door and walked out, hoping that whatever he said would be easy on Minaria.
After the long and lavish bath, Khasara only found it fitting to lounge around her room the rest of the day. Seeing as nothing else really 'needed' her attention, she was just going to chill it out in her new red gown. Stepping in from the balcony she looked back towards the dresser. For the first time she noticed a piece of parchment lying folded upon it. Tilting her head and thoughtfully looking at it, wondering what it was, she stepped forward and picked it up. Memory flashed to the day before, when the Pharaoh had received a letter, maybe that was it. Unfolding it she scanned the writing, easily translating the pictograms. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
"Oh My God...You mean, there really is a Princess Khasara?" She said out loud, then quickly looked about to make sure nobody was around. Again she looked back to the letter. "But how? I mean...huh?" She was completely lost once again. Then a smile curved Khasara's lips. "Well that's why he fell for it so easily, and this works perfectly for me." She snickered to herself.
But then the Pharaoh's face flashed in her mind and her throat contracted. Her breath caught, and she stopped putting a hand to her neck. "What's wrong with me?" She thought to herself. Guilt wormed its way into her thoughts. Lying, that's what was wrong with her and she quickly realized it. "Well if I hadn't I wouldn't be here." Again she thought. Then worry crossed her mind. "What happens if the real Princess comes? With her guards?...Uh-oh." She was definitely worried now, but she couldn't let it show.
Thinking for a bit there was just no other solution if the real princess came by. She would have to tell the truth. The real truth, that she is from the future sent here by some freak accident. Sounded more like a Sci-Fi movie then her life at the moment. Boy was she in a muddle of trouble. "Why can't my life be simple? Like normal people?" She asked aloud raising her head and closing her eyes, as if praying to the gods.
"Because you are the key." Came a voice out of nowhere, her opal orbs snapped open and she looked around. But she did not see her room. Instead black space, and stars twinkling about surrounded her. It was then that she saw a golden glow that began to grow in size, and take on a form. What stood before her was a man, completely dressed in golden Egyptian styled clothes, headdress and jewelry.
"Whoa, he's gorgeous." She thought of the godly person before her. Blonde hair, golden brown eyes, and a golden tan to match. He literally looked, and shown like the sun. The man gave a small chuckle and smiled.
"Thank you, I've been told that a lot." He said, and again smiled at her reaction, as she sat dumfounded. Jaw hanging with that 'you heard me?' look. "An yes I heard you that's what we do. Hear thoughts and prayers or else we wouldn't be gods, just people with benefits."
"Gods?" Khasara asked, still shocked and confused.
"Yes, Gods. You ask a lot of questions for somebody who is suppose to be listening." The man scolded. Khasara quickly lowered her gaze.
"Oh sorry." Then she snapped her head back up and glared at him. "Hey wait a minute. Since when do have the right to tell me what to do?"
"Heh. Typical Khasara." The god said shaking his head. "Since the beginning of time young one. I am the Sun, the Stars, the Flames upon the candles, and the Light that beats back the dark... I am Ra." Ra's voice echoed about her, and Khasara's eyes bulged.
"I must be dreaming, this can't be real." Khasara said putting a hand to her head a closing her eyes. Again Ra smiled and shook his head.
"No you're not dreaming. And no you're not dead, that's not my job. But you're soul is with me while your body is still on Earth. I called you here because I can't do something myself. I'm not allowed to step on the grounds of men. That's just intruding and I don't like being rude, the same goes for men, and they can't come here with me. That's why you, a woman, is here." He said with a slight smirk, happy with his little jest. Khasara slid her hand down her face to look at the god.
"Okay so I'm here. An being just a person, I guess I'm at your service." She said slight bowing her head. Ra stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Khasara it is you who is going to make sure things go the way they are suppose to go. Seeing as the true Princess Khasara is not doing what was planned, I had to call upon you, her reincarnation." Ra said looking down to Khasara's dark eyes. She looked at him again with that 'WHAT?' question shouting from her mind. "Darkness is trying to control the world, and the chosen one can not do it alone. He needs help, you're help. He needs someone by his side... He needs you." The god's voice became almost a whisper. Khasara searched the god's face, then looked down to her feet and the black starry sky below. Then her eyes widened, as again the Pharaoh crossed her mind.
"Atem." She half whispered, and slowly looked up to face the god. "What am I to do?" She asked. Ra looked at her and smiled, putting his hand on her head he rustled her hair. Acting more like a big brother than the God he most certainly was.
"When the time comes. I'll let you know what to do, and when your job is finished you can go back home." Taking a step back the golden glow that surrounded Ra grew instantly intense, to a blinding white light. Khasara closed her eyes, and put her hand up to protect her face. When she opened her dark eyes again she was back in her room, and stood there half stumbling forward.
Breathing heavily she looked about, then straightened her stance and flipped her hair back over her shoulder. Hearing a light tapping at the door, Khasara quickly spun around and watched as the door slightly creaked open.
In no time Matt found himself on the front step of Minaria's home, taking a deep breath he reached up and knocked on the door. Running a hand through his brown hair he sighed again as he heard shuffling on the other side of the door. Knocking again he rocked back on his heels.
"I'm coming." Came a sweet voice from the other side as the doorknob turned and revealed the dark and wrinkled face of the old woman. Minaria smiled up at Matt. "Oh hello Mathew. Come in, come in. I was just cooking something up in the kitchen care to join me?" She questioned, then quickly moved and headed towards the little kitchen not giving Matt the option of not joining her. Slowly he followed behind her, and caught a whiff of cookies and chocolate as he rounded the doorway entering the cooking area.
"Mrs. Mina I have something to tell you. This might come as a shock, but I hope you don't worry too much. I'm going to try to fix it right away I promise. But..." However he couldn't finish due to the fact that Minaria cut in.
"Khasara has gone missing within the tombs she loves so much." The elderly woman said, her slim frame bending down to drag a sheet of fresh cookies out of the oven. Quickly setting them on the counter she set the hot holders aside and turned to Matt wiping her hands on the floral apron she wore over her jeans and cream colored blouse. "Am I right?"
"Yes...But how did you?" Matt stood staring at her. Nobody could have told her before him. Simar was busy at the stable and told Matt to make sure he told the woman. How could she have known?
"There are many things that you don't know about me and my family dear Matt. We have ways of telling when things are wrong, and what happened. I knew Khasara was gone the moment you two missed the train. Just call it a old woman's wisdom and a woman's intuition." She smiled and turned back to place the cookies on the cooling rack. "If you'll care to wait in the den I'll bring you some milk and cookies, and I'll tell you a little story."
Having known Minaria for some time Matt knew to do what he was told, or he would surly get scolded for it. Even if he wasn't her kid she still treated him like family. So seating himself upon the couch he waited as Minaria walked in with a tray of cookies and two glasses of milk. Seating herself across from Matt the old woman made herself comfortable with a few moist treats.
"Help yourself son, there's nothing wrong with them I promise." She said smiling. Matt reached for a few cookies and then sat back and waited for Minaria to speak. "Right, now where to begin this tale. Ah, at the beginning of course... Well dear Matt as you well know Khasara and I are the last of a long line of Egyptian decedents. But mostly Khasara is, I just married into this family." She laughed a little then resumed. "But the thing about Khasara is that she is the great-great-great-great..yea you get the picture granddaughter of royalty. A long time ago there was a Princess, who lived in the upper region of ancient Egypt. She was supposed to be wed to this fine young Pharaoh of the kingdom just below her father's. And at the proper age, her father sent her off to meet with her betrothed. Unknown to the King, the Princess followed her heart, paid off her servants and bodyguards and ran off with her peasant lover. And this Princess is whom Khasara was named after."
Matt sat staring at the old woman. Hardly able to believe what she was telling him.
"So you see, that is why Khasara is so 'deep' into the ancient ways of things and such. Its in her blood." She finished and took a sip of milk.
"I'm surprised Khasara never told me this before." Matt said quietly. Minaria raised a brow and eyed the American with her dark brown eyes.
"How could she have told you...She doesn't know." She said nonchalantly. Matt stared at Mina.
"But why? Didn't you tell her this?" He questioned.
"Psh, and let all that go to her ego? I think not, she's already hardheaded as it is. Adding this on top would cause her head to swell the size of the Nile. No I never told her." Mina answered going back to nibbling at her cookie. "No. That's not what Grandparents are supposed to do. We are suppose to soil are grandkids, by baking fresh cookies for them and their friends." She said sweetly smiling at Matt.
Mathew smiled back at her, then looked to the floor. Minaria watched him and sighed, setting her glass back down on the tray.
"Well Mister. I think if Khasara not being here bothers you that much, you should get a group of people together to go look for her. But I'm telling you now, when things are normal and when she is ready. Khasara will come back." With that Mina stood up taking the tray of cookies, and walked back into the kitchen. Matt got up seconds later and followed her, but when he got to the kitchen Mrs. Mina wasn't there.
"Mrs. Mina?" He called. But nobody answered. "Mrs. Mina you there?" Again nothing. Becoming quiet unsettled Matt quickly rushed out the house and back out into the city.
Finally I got chapter ten up...OMG it's been forever, but I just couldn't figure out where to go with this story. I hit a dead end, so I sat and thought about it for a while...Okay a long while, but hey I got it up didn't I?..Hope this one keeps yaw guessing. And I'll be working on chapter 11 here right directly.
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