Ancient Egypt: On the Nile

Zafira furiously wiped her tears away and went to clean. Something to clear her mind.

Yuma decided to leave her alone so began to cook some food.

Zafira walked into the kitchen. She forced a smile. "Need help?'

The Babolyonian leaders strode out to the middle of the battlefield, obviously to discuss the terms of their king. Naqadar didn't budge. It was customary for the leaders of the armys to try to discuss peace before the battle begins. The troops around him seemed puzzled...

Dumi bent over to scratch an irritated bug bite. He scowled.

"Yeah you can help. Down in the cellar are some wild grassbane that I need in the soup. Can you get them please?" asked Yuma with a returned smile.

Zafira nodded and went down into the cellar.

Yum a stared after her before she began to stir the soup vigoursly.

As zafira moved from shelf to shelf she tripped over a rock. She fell and scraped her knee.

Yuma heard a thump and hurried downstairs to bandage her bruises.

Zafira rubbed the dirt off. She sighed and got up. How could she be so worthless. She couldn't even fetch something for the soup without messing up.

"It's ok," said Yuma as she finished bandging it.

Zafira shook her head. "No, it's not. Dumi's going to get seriously hurt. He's out there fighting for us and I can't even get a soup ingredient."

"Don't worry about the soup part though. That's ok but Dumi isn't," said Yuma as she sprinkled a powder over her leg which healed almost instantly.

Zafira sighed. "I don't know why I feel strongly about my master. I guess it's because we've bonded somewhat."

"We should help him but how?" said a puzzled Yuma.

Zafira noticed a knife and smirked. " I just got an idea." she said walking over and picking up the knife she cut her long hair so it barelt passed her jaw one. "How does it look?" she asked.

"Good. But what can I do?" asked Yuma as she took off her sandals.

Zafira drug Yuma to Dumi's closet. She was looking for something good to wear. Once she made her mind up she put the out fit on. She looked exactly a grown man with no facial hai. "So?"

"Well i can't let you go alone," said Yuma with a sigh as Zafira came closer with the cutting knife. "You look like a Dumi clone."