"Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to the first of many meetings between you and I. I've come here to ensure you that things will be different than before. You will have a voice in foregin matters but I may not always listen," Naqada joked.
"I am Naqada, your new pharoah. Many of you knew and loved my father, I hope that I can bring the same leadership to the great people of the Nile. I'm not one for beating around the bush so this meeting will be very short and very sweet. Now, are there any questions...About anything at all?"
"The purpose is to let you know that I'm not living in the past, we're moving forward. I don't consider myself bred from a god, I feel as though I am one of you. Some of you know that I served in the military. I served along side your fathers, brothers, and lovers. This meeting is to ensure you that you can have a voice in the way this country will be run. I can guarentee that. I know that it will be literally impossible to hear everyone's pleas, I hope you understand this also. If there is something the population wants; new roads, more trade, and the like, get a petition together of a decent amount of people and bring it to one of the monthly meetings. If it's not an outlandish request, chances are it will be done. Anyone else?"
Ramatez walked away from Ramses, slipping into the noisy crowd of hagglers and the market life. Somewhat puzzled, Ramases walked back to his dry home. The sun glaring menancingly over the cracked earth.
The Nile was blue jewel up against the sand. The sun refelcted off of it, showing a murky picture of Ramases. He thought for some time, his brow furrowed deeply. When it came to hiding emotions, he was very easy to read. An open book in a crowded library.
His home was small and had no door. He set down his purchases when he noticed Zafira in the doorway.
"Why are you still here?" Ramses asked dryly.
"Take me to Perisa," she begged. Tears streaked her face, making a highlighted path through the dirt and dust she was covered in.
"Perisa?" asked Ramses with wonder. Ramses glanced towards the window to see his younger sister, Kinjai, looking at him oddly. Her eyes widened at the word "Perisa" and she excliamed, "I'm telling Mother! She'll NEVER let you go!"
Zafari ran to Ramses and sank to his knees. A suge of pity washed over him. "Please," she begged, her eyes red, "take me away." Ramses bit his lip with rage for his over-powering compassion. He heard more footsteeps and in came his mother and his sister Kinjai, looking very important. HIs mother had a look of worry, puzzlement and rage. She a jar she had been carrying on the table, and turned to Kinjai.
*I meant the meeting.*
"I must put incense in the temple or the great priest will have me for sure. Anyways no member of the temple may even see or speak Peresia's name. I bid you farewell," Yuma said bowing before she rode her horse toward's Rah's beautiful temple. She bit her thumb in frustsartion at the thought of meeting Pereisa.