Ancient Egypt: On the Nile

"Are you alright?" Zafira asked sitting next to her. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Well the truth is before I took the writs of a priestess I was a slave. For some reason the royal advisor had me as his slave and still thought I was after I became a priestess. I just don't know what to think of him now that he's dead," Yuma said gulping as tears poured down from all of those mistreated years of her life.

Zafira hugged Yuma. "Shhh, it'll be alright, but I was wondering. How did you go from slave to priestess." she asked confused.

"That always confuses me too. The old pharoah thought I looked like a priestess in training and oredered me to return to the temple. When I said I was a slave they laughed at me and had me become a priestess. Where did Dumi go?" said Yuma as she stiffled back her tears.

Zafira put her finger to her lips tiptoed and pointed to the doorway. "Working."

"Hey what's that?" asked Yuma startled as a black blur galloped toward their house. There was a rider that looked almost like the royal chancellor.

Zafira eyes widened. She ran in and drug Dumi into the room. They exited through the back door scared of who to trust.

*Did Yuma go to? I think so.
"Follow me!" said Yuma as she darted towards the Nile. Here they ducked into the brush until the rider headed towards the palace with the people's eyes lingering on him.

"Is he in league with the advisor?" Dumi asked.

Zafira shrugged.

"I think they are so we should be careful," said Yuma shivering in the evening air.

Dumi offered his cloak thingie. "I don't need it"

"No it's ok." said Yuma as she got up. "I'll go make supper. How does Egyptian stew sound?"

DUmi sighed. "Good." He said helping Zafira up. He went back to work.

"What does Dumi do for work?"said Yuma as she stirred the stew around in an old pot.

"Sire, there is someone here to see you."

"Who is it?"

"He says he's from Babylon."

"Fine, fine...Send him in."

A tall, slender man entered the room.

"Pharoah, we are in desperate need of your military aid. There are hundreds upon hundreds of soldiers outside of our city."

Naqadar smiled, "I know. I sent them there. Now, tell your privateers to quit their little attacks on our convoys and I won't destroy your pathetic civilization."

"But Pharoah..."

"No buts, go back and tell King...Whatever the hell his name is to sign a free passage treaty and send it back. If it isn't here within 30 days, I'm destrying your country. Got it?"

Zafira didn't go back in. "Um, I need to do something. I'll be back soon." she told Dumi who waved a dismisal hand. Zafira bowed and left

She headed towards the palace. She asked the guard if she could see the pharoah. The tall muscular man showed her to where Naqardar was.

Yuma followed her like always but stopped when she saw the ruins of the temple. With a muffled scream she was grabbed from behind and someone laced their hand around her mouth knocking her out. Yuma was scared.

The guard did not enter the room ut motioned that Zafira should. She did so reluctantly.

"Zafira...These are trying times...Much has happened in the past few days. Much that I fear will lead us to war...And possibly the destruction of one great civilization. Be it ours, or...The Babylonians..."

Zafira nodded. "Are you alright?" she asked concerned about his wounds. She walked over and poured him a goblet of water and offered it to him. "What happened?"