Ancient Egypt: On the Nile

"DUMI!" screamed Yuma walking among the Egyptian soilders. "WHERE ARE YOU?"

Zafira walked up to Naqadar. "I'm sorry aout earlier. Could you please tell me where Dumi is?"

"Is Dumi here?" asked Yuma as she talked to another solider.

Naqadar was face to face with Impiri.

"Why? Why did you do this? Why did you try to destroy us? Why did you force us to kill so many? Why?"

Impiri glared at Naqadar.

"Because your father. Your physically and mentally weak father. Your father monopolized the trade in this area and there was nothing we could do about it...We figured that with the switching Pharoahs...It would make for a weak ruling, a weak army. You got lucky but I will not be taken alive."

Impiri drew his sword. A few of the soldiers grabbed him and threw him to the ground.

"No...He wants me, he can have me. Remove his armor."

Naqadar took off his armor and stood, bare chested, in the cold desert night air...Some soldiers nearby lit some torches...

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Naqadar countered, Impiri countered. They were equally matched. Clangidy Clang Clang! Impiri was thrown to the ground, with no sword...He grabbed some sand and threw it into Naqadar's eyes.

"Agh!" Naqadar yelled.

Impiri got up and charged him, surly ready to run him through. He then was suddenly knocked off his feet and pinned to the ground by...Nothing...When Naqadar finally cleaned his eyes out enough to see...He mumbled, "Thank you father, now let him go!"

Impiri got up and charged again, Naqadar sidesteped and tripped him. Impiri started to rise again and Naqadar decapitated him.

"No man...Enemy nor friend, shall discrace our family name...No one."

"Your majesty," said Yuma as the fight supsided. "Have you seen Dumi? Is he here?" She was breathless.

Naqadar took a minute, breathing hard. He whiped his face, blood smeared all over it.

He took a swallow, "He's over there." He pointed towards a man conversing about the fights that just happened. Dumi was obviously still high on adrenaline, he hadn't even noticed the two women.

"Dumi! Zafira's come for you!" she screamed.

Dumi's head snapped up and he turned to see them. He ran over and hugged them both. "I'm so glad you're alright." Zafira said. "All of you."

"Glad your ok," said Yuma.

Naqadar looked down at his side, he was cut...Blood was pouring out. He walked over to a ledge of the chokepoint of the cliff. He sat down...The rib injury was obviously bad, a rib now sticking out...Only the skin was holding it back before...

"Just a little rest..." Naqadar mumbled to himself.

"We won...Victorious...Little rest..."

He slunched over in the shadows.

No one noticed him...They were all celebrating the victory...

Zafira walked over to Naqadar. She offered him a rag to wipe his face. "Mi'lord I am sorry for earlier. I was out of place."

Some of the soldiers gently carried their pharoah to the med tent to get help.

Yuma helped carried him trying to be somewhat helpful.

(*No one noticed him*)

*Yuma carried another wounded soilder then.*

*So he's gonna die?

*Don't know.

Maybe...Maybe not...What is death? 😉

*XEOUS, ANSWER!!!

*What happens to your char?