Ancient Egypt: On the Nile

Zafira nodded ut the pain was there. Again she had screwed up as always. "Of course." she said forcing a smile. "How will we know what happens to you? I mean after we go home."

"If I live, I'll send for you. If I don't, never recognize that you knew me..."

"Please come back in one piece," said Yjma.

Zafira hugged Naqadar but pulled back. "I'm sorry. Just be careful, Please" she said.

Naqadar grabbed her and hugged her back.

"If something happens to me...Promise that you'll move far far away...You and Yuma and Dumi...Move...Understand?"

He let go a little and looked at her for the response...

"I...Okay." she said knowing not to argue. "But why?"

"Do you think that, if we are beaten, he will take it laying down? No, he'll try to flex his military muscle more...Try to take over more land. With that, he'll need troops. If I know my brother, he will stop at nothing, he'll use women and children if it comes down to it...I must do this, for my people...For my country...Not just for me...."

Zafira nodded. "Okay, I promise. We'll move if push comes from shove." she said fingering her necklace.

Yuma plucked on her priestess necklace on.

Zafira it her lip and began shifting her weight from one foot to the other and back. She didn't like this at all.

Soon, Naqadar called his horse. He hopped on and galloped away, toward what seemed to be his army, gathering near the palace...

Zafira turned and sulked towards Dumi. He frowned. "Where'd you go?" he asked before growling as the taylor brought out more material. He groaned.

Zafira shrugged.

Soon, the army,dressed as civilians, stormed the palace. There were screams, people obviously dieing, and fierce fighting taking place inside...What would be Naqadar's fate?

(AI, don't do that 😛 you know i can't stand the suspense 😮 Okay response...responce)

People ran to see what the comotion was. Zafira grabbed Dumi's arm and shook her head.

"What are you doing? this could be serious." he said.

Zafira sighed. "It is. Look I was told not to get involve and you aren't either. Things have to work their way out."

Dumi nodded. "And those snobs say Slaves aren't smart."

Soon, Ramul came crashing through a window, his sword flew through the air...Soon after him, Naqadar followed.

"You slime! I know what you were planning! You scoundrel! Worthless...You couldn't even try to kill me alone! We made a pact, you and I that...That when one of us became Pharoah, we would follow father's example! You lied!"

Ramul was sliding away on his back, pushing with his hands and feet...Desperatly trying to talk to his brother...

"Brother! I knew you lived...It was a test, yeah, a test! A joke...Hahah...Besides, I'm a better pharoah than you, I'm better at everything! You were the weakling who...AHHHHGHLGHGHG!!!!"

Naqadar jammed his sword into Ramul's chest.

"You never were better than me...At anything..." He whispered as his brother was dieing...

Dumi watched eyes wide. He tried to say something but couldn't. He turned Zafira away from the massacre. He did not want it haunting her dreams.

Naqadar rose up from one knee and removed his hood. He glanced around at the crowd, stunned...He hadn't realized that their battle had gone into the streets.

(Wow, pg #33 moment of silence)

Dumi clapped spurring others to do the same. Zafira turned around. She resisted the urge to run up and hug Naqadar. She too began to clap.

Yuma clapped her hands loudly.