Author: Kera445 PM
The pharaoh Atem falls for a sorceress that hids many scerets. But is she even truly human? Her past lays ahead of you.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - & Atem - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,152 - Reviews: 3 - Updated: 01-14-12 - Published: 12-22-11 - id: 7660524
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The Grate Pharaoh
"And let the games…begin!" Called a voice all the people of Egypt know, that is but for one exception…me.
"On the right side of the ring we have our undefeated champion… the grate pharaoh himself… Atem! On the left side of the ring we have the unknown but all knowing…The dragon of the sea!"
Once I entered the ring I knew then and there I was mince meat. I may be able to hid myself in an ally fight but here there was no were to run or hide. The pharaoh was a boy of about 15 years old, tri colored hair of red, black and gold. Me I was nothing special ,not by a long shot. My long golden hair ran down my back stopping midway. My eyes were nothing to the pharaoh's deep violet ones just a sea green.
I tugged at the edge of my hood trying desperately to hide my face. Than the bell rung out…the pharaoh was fast but I was faster. I dodged all the pharaohs attempts to strike. Moving as he moved in a graceful dance. But I miss timed a tern…and he yanked my cloak from me.
"No!" I called out but it was to late. The cloak slipped from my form an down onto the hard stone flour. There was a collective gasp that went up from the crowed than silence. Even the pharaoh himself had stopped dead in his tracks to stare in disbelief that he had been fighting a girl this whole time. The announcer was the first to regain his voice.
"Well looks like a little girl thought she could beet the pharaoh!"
The crowed started laughing as soon as the sentence was over. But instead of joining his people he simply raised his hand for silence.
"You're Beautiful." said the pharaoh almost seemingly dumfounded. I look up at him meeting his gaze, than looking away again.
"Tell me what is your name? Please I wish to know." The pharaoh said this lifting my head in the process.
"K…Keraceh m…my lord." I stammered half out of my wits by this time.
"Keraceh hmmm…" he pondered rolling the name round in his head, "It doesn't sound Egyptian, where do you hale from Keraceh?"
"I hale from Greece sire, my city-state was destroyed by the Persians. I was lucky, I managed to escape, but my friends and family were not so lucky."
A loud boo rose up from the crowed. I could fell the tension and anger rising, it swelled like a massive wave unstoppable and uncontrollable. I could here the stomping of feet, the clink of metal on medal.
"Come with me, I know a way out." It was the pharaoh.
He dragged me along behind him till we reached a small door. The pharaoh pushed the door open and we walked into a dark tunnel. He fumbled around for awhile till he found what he was looking for. Clicking the two stones together lighting a torch on the wall.
We continued walking till we came a second door and he pushed it open to. We now stood in a massive throne room. The walls were lined with gold and silver. The throne itself looked to be made out of pure gold. I looked at the pharaoh and saw he was gazing right into my eyes.
"What," I asked .
"Oh, its just your eyes are so beautiful, like the sea on a sunny day."
"There not as gorges as yours so…so, entrancing." I said "Oh by the way I was wondering if I could stop calling you my lord, or sire you get my point right?"
"No I don't mind, just call me Atem, please." Atem chucked to himself. As if I had said something funny.
"What? What I do?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just a thought."
"Oh? Because I have a thought to."
But he never got to finish his sentence. I pulled Atem down to me and eyes closed kissed him full on the mouth. Atem's eyes grow wide with shock but soon flutter closed. Atem was now kissing me back when a loud cough staled us and I lost my grip and fell right on my tall end.
"Atem what in the name of Ra are you doing?" shouted a priest that had just walked in yelled.
"Well what does it look like I'm doing, and who are you to question me. I am pharaoh, I am the morning and the evening star. You shall not will not question me again!"
"Yes my pharaoh," said the priest as he backed out of the room.
"Come let me show you the grounds." said Atem
"Ok, sounds fun."
Atem led me to all sorts of places, but the best by far was the garden. Atem led me into the open air of the gardens, a tiger was laying by the fountain. It picked its head up and seeing me so close to Atem she must have thought me a threat. She got up and let a low growl rip her throat. A growl I soon returned in kind but loader and lower. The tiger cowered and looked at me with fear in her eyes that I did not like. I walked over to her and said,
"To et atrio lestem." which means I'm not hear to harm you. The tiger nodded and peered a low sound like rolling stones.
"How did I know what you just said but at the same time I'm not sure." said Atem who I had forgotten all about.
"That because your not a wizard, or a magic user. But that was the language of magic." I respond
"But you don't look like…like a witch."
"Atem you should be ashamed…I'm no witch I'm a sorceress."
"What's the difference?"
"Witches are mostly evil, a sorceress is a more kind gentle version."