gasp Two updates in the same day? Yes, I got bored, what can I say? I am really excited about this fic, though, so I guess I can't help myself. Anyway, thanks to those who've seen this so far (all four of you ) None the less, I appreciate it, and I hope I continue to bring in more readers.
Enjoy!
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"Here you go, wench." The guards threw Umi into a cell. She hit the ground hard, getting dirt and sand on her bare skin. They walked off, leaving her alone in the dark. She slowly sat up, hugging her knees. She had forgotten how cold the dungeons were at night. The only light was the moon shining down on her. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the bitter cold, and falling asleep in the thought that maybe Nuit was looking down at her.
A few hours later, her cell opened. Umi looked up, seeing that Set had decided to pay her a visit.
"What do you want?" she looked at him coldly.
"Is that anyway to treat your lord?"
"Yes, considering I've been blamed for your inability to control yourself."
Seth glared down at her, putting forward something. It was a sack-like looking shirt. It appeared rather long, and it had a string for a belt.
"I figured I should bring you some sort of clothing, but I'm debating on such a favor because of your attitude."
"That isn't the only reason you came, though, is it?"
"Aren't you the smart one?" He smirked, throwing the clothing at her.
Umi got up, putting on the rags. They hung loosely on her, despite the little help the belt gave. She wondered if she should have really accepted such clothing, even if it was just scraps of something a low-class slave would wear.
"So what is do you have to share?"
"I've managed to find a way we can avoid a big mess with Nethara-"
"Your wife."
"Yes and still manage to," he walked over to her, putting an arm around her waist, and whispered into her ear, "have our fun."
Umi pushed him off, her face looking rather annoyed, "What's your plan?"
"All you have to do is deny it over and over again."
"But your wife was there, how are they supposed to believe that?"
"I've known Nethara for awhile. She's always been head-over-heels with me, and I know she'll go along with anything I say."
"So all I have to do is deny this affair?"
"Indeed. Then everyone can forget this mess. Besides, I'm sure you realize what would happen if they decide to punish you."
"And this would be…?"
"You would be dragged into the desert, miles away, and left to die." He got close again, rubbing his leg against hers. "We can't have that now, can we?"
"I think death sounds better than the thought of lying before the council of Ra."
"Well, you may choose whatever. But realize your punishment if you decide to tell the truth." Set captured her lips in a kiss, then left, coldly shutting the door behind him.
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"Umi. Umi!!" Akra called out, wandering down the halls.
The celebration had long since ended, and Umi hadn't reported back to the servant's quarters. Akra knew Umi liked to wander around a lot, but the Head Servant was about to send Umi back to her father's, which according to Umi, wasn't a picnic. Akra pondered this, until she ran into someone.
"Watch where you're going, wench." Set looked down at her, eyes cold.
"I-I'm sorry, Prince Set. Please excuse me." She bowed before him, as he walked away. Suddenly, she remembered that Umi was Set's servant.
'Maybe he know where she is." She thought, looking towards the Prince.
"Prince Set!" she called, as he slowly turned, looking annoyed.
"Yes?"
"Have you seen Lady Umi? She hasn't returned to her room for the night."
Set smirked, looking over at her, "She's down in the dungeon right now. You'll have to talk to her some other time."
Akra looked rather confused, but bowed, and headed back to the chambers. Set continued to watch her walk away, and then headed quickly down back to his room, avoiding his parents.
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The next morning, Umi awoke to the sound of her cell opening. One of the guards from last night came in and threw a pair of shackles on her. He grabbed her roughly by the arm, and dragged her out, no words spoken. Umi simply obliged, though she wasn't too thrilled being dragged like a rag doll. Finally, they showed up in a dark room. The man chained up Umi to some pole, when suddenly torches lit up the room. Umi then realized they were in the Hall of Judgment. A group of priests were sitting in a small area, all wearing their purple ceremonial robes. Set, Nathara, and the Pharaoh's wife all sat in another area on stone chairs, dressed for the occasion. Nathara looked at Umi with the most sinister look any woman could give. Set just sat, looking at Umi from the corner of her eye. Finally, three men sat above them, in three, large stone thrones. The Pharaoh sat in the middle, in his royal attire, while Akunadin, Umi's father, and High Priest Heishin, her uncle, sat on each side.
"I shall call this judgment to order." Heishin spoke in a loud, mid-pitch voice (A/N: I wanted this voice to sound like Jafar's). Everyone stopped there chatter, and all eyes went to the Court's Scribe, an elder man with thin arms and legs, worn by age. He stood out in the middle by Umi.
"Umi Irisi, you have been called to be judged by the Gods on the account that you were caught in the act of pleasuring the newly-vowed Prince Set. Your actions are now to be put on trial. If you are found not guilty, you will leave this place in the God's eyes. However," he took a pause, "if you are found guilty in the eyes of the court, your punishment is imminent. Do you realize this?"
"I do." She spoke clearly.
"Then let the trial proceed." The Pharaoh called out.
The room was silent as Set walked into the middle. He simply stood by the girl, ignoring her gaze now.
"Do you swear unto the Gods that all information you ask is true and relevant to this cause?"
"I do."
"Then begin."
Set turned to his servant, facing her. He winked at her, signaling he was going to make sure this ended up the way he wanted it.
"Where were you last night?"
"I was at the wedding celebration, serving to the guests."
"Did you ever leave the celebration?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"My clothes had gotten stained with wine, and I went to clean up."
"So, you were found in my bathing chamber with me, because you wanted to clean up, correct?"
"Correct."
"That is all." Set headed back to his seat.
The others looked up at the Pharaoh, who looked rather satisfied with the answers.
"So this has just been a misunderstanding, father."
"I see, I shall rule then, that-"
"It's not a misunderstanding."
Everyone looked over at Umi, who stood up, still chained back.
"Excuse me, what do you mean?" the Pharaoh looked down upon the servant, an eyebrow cocked.
"How DARE you interrupt your king!" Heishin glared down at the girl.
"High Priest, please excuse her." Pharaoh looked down at Umi, "Explain yourself."
"Seth and I were bathing together to get clean. But it is much more than that."
"How so?"
"For the past two years, Set and I have made love behind closed doors."
"What?"
"Set has used me for the past two years to get rid of his 'urges.'"
"My son would never do such a thing. He is a respectful man, not a whore of a servant like you."
"Believe what you will, but I would never lie to the Gods, unlike your own flesh and blood."
The Pharaoh stood up, staff in hand, "How dare you speak of my family that way!"
Set quickly stood up, "F-Father, I'm sure she meant no harm. Besides, the girl's delusional, right?" he looked over at her, teeth clenched in a fake smile.
"No, I am as awake as the sunrise."
"Don't try to save her, my son," Pharaoh looked down, "Umi Irisi, you are sentenced to banishment from Lower Egypt. You shall never show your face in this kingdom again!" he walked out, his cape draping swiftly behind him.
Everyone sat for a moment, still in shock. Slowly, each person walked out though, until Set remained. He walked over to the girl, standing before her.
"All you had to do was deny it, and you failed."
"I refused to lie to the Gods. I'd rather keep my honor and be punished now than later on before Osiris."
"You're a shame."
"You're a deceitful man."
"I'll truly miss you, though," he took a hand to her breast, lightly rubbing it, "you know you could still deny this and apologize to my father."
Umi butted him off with her head, "Never."
Two guards showed up, undoing Umi to the pole, and dragging her away. Set took one final look at her, as she went away, and then walked briskly in the opposite direction.
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The next day, Umi was tied to a camel with some thick rope, and dragged out into the desert by the same two guards. They had one camel each, plus an extra for supplies during their venture to and from.
As they rode away at sunrise, Umi looked back, a single tear running down her face as her farewell to her home. She dragged on through the sand, crying to herself and the loss of her home.
After two days of long travel and heat, they finally arrived in somewhere northeastern of Lower Egypt, at least that's what Umi guessed. They quickly untied the girl, and threw her onto the ground.
"Here," they threw something hard at her. As soon as she was prepared to ask for just one last sip of water, they rode off quickly into the setting sun. She sighed, picking up the object. It was a knife, with the shape of the Isis, her wings spread to the world. Umi held the knife close, as she looked around her settings. There was nothing around her but sand.
She looked out at the setting sun, holding herself close. She then got on her knees, and looked to the sky, closing her eyes. She wobbled a bit, since he hadn't had anything to eat or drink in a day.
"Please, Isis. Please save me from this death trap. Save…" Umi tried to speak, but found herself falling forward into the sand, losing conscious. However, when she came around the next morning, she gasped at the sight before her.
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I seriously would hate being stuck in the deserts in Africa. Well, in any desert, period. So anyway, where is she? dun dun dun I suppose you'll have to wait and find out!
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