CHAPTER 12 – Coming Back And Being Hurt
M.P.O.V
I felt the men grab my arms, and start pulling me somewhere, and I closed my eyes. I knew that it was useless to fight, so why waste energy? Not that I had any.
With my eyes closed, all I could think about was Ramses, how much it had hurt me to leave him, and the palace behind. How it felt to have been his, if only for a moment.
A sigh escaped my lips as I thought about the look on Ramses' face when I told him what I wanted. But now wasn't the time for this. I knew that it was too late. I was going to die, and Ramses would never how just how deeply my love for him actually went.
Before I could do anything else, I was placed roughly onto a horse, and my belongings were placed into my arms, and someone was behind me.
My eyes popped open, but it was too late. The horse started running, and I couldn't move. I was trapped.
And suddenly it all clicked. I was being taken back to the palace. Back to Ramses.
It was dusk when the horse finally stopped, and I was finally able to stand. But it wasn't long before two of the men grabbed my forearms, and the third started to led the way to the throne room.
I tried to shake them off, but it was useless. It only made them grip harder. And when I tried to drag my feet, they picked me up and carried my.
"NO! PUT ME DOWN!" But it was no use. Either way, I was going to be taken to Ramses.
I closed my eyes as the guide/guard threw open the door, and suddenly there was all these voices and light. I flinched backwards as it all went silent as one voice spoke.
"Moses?"
R.P.O.V
"Moses?"
There he was, standing right in front of me. His eyes were closed, and the men seemed to be holding him up. Everyone cleared out of the room, and when the guards let Moses go, his body just fell to the floor.
"WHAT DID YOU DO!" I looked up at the guards. "GET OUT OF HERE!"
I couldn't believe that he was just lying there. It seemed so wrong. They guards left, and the door closed behind them with a sicking thud. All I could do was stare at him before I moved onto the floor beside him.
It was then that I noticed that he was breathing, but only shallowly. I got onto my knees before calling the guards back to get the doctor.
I couldn't lose my Moses. I couldn't lose him without telling him how much I loved him.
It seemed like forever before the doctor came, and when he did, I was pushed away, because I was crowding him.
I didn't notice the tears falling down my eyes until one of the guards looked at him.
What was I going to do if Moses died? What if he never woke up?
M.P.O.V
Everything was white, and then it was black, and before I knew it, I was alone. I looked around, trying to stay silent, thinking that it was some sort of test.
To my left there was a road shrouded in darkness, and to my right there was a road bathed in light. In front of me, there was a path that was beaten, and full of potholes, and behind me, a road that looked shinny and new.
"Moses."
I spun around, trying desperately to find the voice, but there was no one with me.
"Moses. It is okay. I wont harm you."
I stopped and just looked at the ground. This was it. This was my test, my crossroads.
But before anything else could happen, I felt like I was being pulled somewhere, and the voice chuckled before everything flashed, and I was looking up at the ceiling in the throne room, with a person that I had never seen looming over me.
I looked around, and there was Ramses, staring at me with tears falling down his eyes, relief clear in his eyes.
But all I wanted to do was sleep. So sleep I did.