Ancient Egypt: On the Nile

Zafira hadn't let go of Dumi. She noticed he was bleeding. "You're hurt." she said gently tugging him to sit. She tore the bottom of her robe and tried to stop the bleeding.

Yuma brought some medicines out of her pouch and smeared some on his wound.

Dumi smiled. "thanks." he said. "Where's the pharoah?"

"By the. . .wait he's gone!" exclaimed Yuma.

Dumi sighed. "This is NOT good." Zafira nodded.

"Let's spilt up and look for him," said Yuma.

Dumi started off walking through some soldiers looking for Naqadar.

Zafira looked in his tent but was sure that he hadn't disrobed before she walked in.

Yuma walked outside a bit to look.

Zafira came out of his tent. "What if he's seriously injured?"

"I don't know," said Yuma terrorified.

Dumi came back. "I do not see him."

"He's not outide the fort!" Yuma called back.

Zafira was worried. What if she had caused Naqadar his life?

"He's got to be somewhere," she cried into the spooky night.

Dumi asked the soldiers where their pharoah was?

The wind whipped around Yuma's shivering frame.

Soon some soldiers found the corpse...Hunched over, they couldn't wake him. They felt his neck for a pulse, nothing. They picked him up and carried him to his tent and told the two girls of what just happened.

"No one shall see his body, it's too gruesome. You shall be able to worship his alter after it's made. He will go into his father's pyramid once it's completed."

They announced...

Some soldiers wept, some had known him since he was young...15, 16 even...They had spent a decade together, under his lead, fighting for their lives.

"He died?" asked Yuma confused as tears pured down her delicate cheeks. "How could this happen?"

"We don't know. Maybe during his duel? We aren't sure..."

"This is terrible," she said as she leaked mountains of tears.