Ancient Egypt: On the Nile

"My lady? Have the gods switched your head with a person who listens to the royal advisor all day long?" she asked slyly with a laugh.

Zafira smiled but it faded as a sleepy Dumi walked into the Kitchen. He was obviously sleep walking. "He is possessed"

"What about you? You act like a servant or something. That's not you," said Yuma.

Zafira held a finger to her lips as she led the sleeping Dumi back to his bed. Once she was sure he would not get up unless he was awake, she came back. "I am a servant, sort of. I'm his slave, Yuma. The only way out of this is if someone bought me and I would worry to death over him. Dumi works too much and he mourns..." she trailed off.

"Ohh," she said thoughtfully. "But before he took care of you and treated you like an equal. Her eyes penetrated Zaf's.

"Ohhhh...But she's not equal. She's much much below us!" Naqadar said with a chuckle as he entered the room.

"I had forgoten to give this back to you...Dumi had it for some time."

He grabbed Zafira's hand gently and put the necklace in it.

"Try to be more careful next time you warp around my armies with this...witch..." He said with a smile.

Zafira forced a smile. She gingerly put the necklace on. "Thank you, sir, and it is true. I am below you...both of you."

"Hey! I act like a child sometimes and your so calm. Maybe sometimes you are above me. In some things," said Yuma as she smiled at her sweetly.

Zafira shook her head. "You are a priestess never below a slave."

"Fine," said Yuma. "But I know how you feel. I work a lot too."

"I don't mind the work." she said honestly. "It's just...i don't know."

"Alrighty. I'll go down to market to-er-pick up things," said Yuma as she hastily left. Dashing through the streets she sighed heavily. Dodging workers she made it to a little niche. There she started to cry. Nothing made sense anymore.

Zafira watch her only friend leave. She wanted to cry ut knew she could not. It was undignified.

Tugging on her dress she started to wipe the tears and bought some things.

Zafira started to scrub the dishes. She wanted to make sure everything was perfect for Dumi. He had been through alot and it was getting to him.

Bump.

D@mn this thing's been dead for so long.

Erhgm....... What is this RPG about?

Suddenly a fleet of Egyptian Warriors neared the gates of the Egyptian City. There were very few of the of the warriors and one warrior was being held by many egyptain warriors. The warrior which was held by the egyptian warriors was Tamkely. THe captain of the Egyptian Fleet of Ground Forces and the Ship Forces. Tamkley had a big wound in his stomach what seemed as a sword and cuts all over him. The gates to the egyptian city opened as the little of whats left of the fleet went in. The Pharoan (Ramses right?) Ramses came down from his tower and calmly walked over to the fleet

"What happened?" asked Ramses

"The Roman fleet! They attacked us! Tanksley got stabbed in with a sword unhonoraly because it was a backstab...." answered one of the soldiers

"Bring him to Zafira, She will fix him up" answered Ramses.

The warriors nodded and headed off to Zafira.

Zafira put the dishes away. Drying her hands she went to check on Dumi. Dumi still sat at his desk. "Thanks." he muttered not looking up from his work.

Zafira bowed her head. "My pleasure, master."