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 Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:14 pm
Seth nodded, turning around and laughing under his breath at her excitement. He made his way through the streets towards the gates leading out of the city. Seth commonly left the city to test his spells to keep from drawing attention to himself and from getting in trouble.
Seth stopped walking when he thought he was far enough away from the city that no one would notice if a spell went wrong.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:27 pm
Silently Femi followed behind him, hands clasped firmly behind her back, a smile on her face as she wondered what it was that the spell would do and why it used the symbol-spell that he had tattooed into her skin that was supposed to work as a translator for all languages; a spell which she sadly hadn't gotten much use out of since she rarily ran into someone who couldn't speak Egyptian.
She knew why they were leaving the city, and it didn't worry her in the least bit. Femi knew very well that between her messing up the spells the first few times and Seth's only occasional misreading of a word and resulting in something strange that it was dangerous for them to practise while still inside Thebes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:40 pm
Seth unrolled the scroll and began to read out loud the incantation. When nothing happened he glared up at the sky then down at the scroll pulling his hood back. He tried it again, still nothing. "What is wrong?" he muttered angrily. He tried again one more time. Nothing had changed. Seth sighed heavily. "I guess I'm still missing something" he commented rolling the scroll back up.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:51 pm
Femi frowned at the look on Seth's face and moved closer to him, not thinking about her actions and putting her hands on his arm. "Please try again, Master?" She asked him, her purple eyes wide and pleading as her eyebrows furrowed over them. "Perhaps it is not the spell that is wrong but maybe that you merely mispronounced a word? It is possiable... but it is impossiable for you to have made such a mistake in your spell working." She said in what she hoped with a comforting manner. She gave him a pleasent little smile and nudged the scroll gently.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:11 am
Seth looked down at Femi. He was slightly upset at it not turning out right. He sighed again and unrolled the scroll again reading over it. He didn't mispronounce the words he was sure of it. Then he got an idea. He handed the scroll to Femi. "Why don't you try, Femi?" he suggested.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:26 am
Blinking in surprise Femi took the scroll, watching him with curious eyes. "Are you sure, my Master?" She asked him hesitently, still needing his approval even though he had already told her to do it and hand handed her the scroll himself. Nervously she unrolled the scroll and scanned the words, not exactly memorizing but practicing them in her mind. "Alright, if you believe that I can do it, then I will." She told him, her voice still quiet and very nervous. It had never happened before that Seth couldn't perform a spell, and so it wasn't a situation she had been in before to know what went through his mind to make him think that she could.
She read the words aloud, carefully saying them as clearly and as carefully as she could so that she wouldn't mess the spell up like she so often did. Femi was caught between hoping she succeeded and knowing she would fail, and at last she reached the end of the scroll; as she had expected, nothing happened, just like what had happened with Seth. Like her master before her she was admittedly upset about not mastering the spell, and angirly she thrust the scroll towards him while muttering one of the spells she had mastered by heart under her breath as if it was a curse.
Something magical happened in that moment, something completely unexpected and so shocking it left Femi staring in wide-eyed horror and wonder at the scroll: it burst into flame. Mentally she went over the spell she had just muttered and realized that it had been a fire spell that Seth had taught her, and at this she couldn't help but let out a short scream and start to cry. She had seriously messed up this time, and she was too upset to do anything but stand there and cry; she was litterialy speechless.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 12:47 am
Seth had a very foreboding feeling when he saw the scroll turn into char. "Femi what did you do?" he asked as he looked up at the sky that was know turning black.
Thunder clapped loudly and the wind blew fiercely making Seth's cloak snap audibly. "This is not good" he muttered under his breath. He grabbed Femi's wrist and pulled at her along running back towards the city against the wind and the debris that was flying.
The guard at the gate looked at Seth with wide eyes. He remembered that his hood was down, but he didn't have time to worry about that, all he cared about was getting Femi out of the storm.
Seth finally managed to get Femi back to his small hut. 'What kind of havoc have I just incurred?' He asked himself mentally, setting Femi up against the wall. Exhausted, he sat down next to her and cursed himself for doing this.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 2:37 am
((Alright, if you've made it this far then you've successfully read through the introduction. Yes, that was the introduction. Now, those of you are going to be coming from the future, watch carefully and follow this example because this is how your first post needs to be set up, K?))
The blinds sucessfully blocked the sunlight from infiltrating Nadira's home, but the white walls and clean cream carpet still seemed to glow in the pale light sneaking through. She wasn't trying to sleep in, no, in fact she was already wide awake and poking through her refrigerator in her loose silky pajamas, hunting out breakfast. The apartment was too small but well cared for, funded almost solely by her thefts; the rest of the money came from her dealing in the black market. It wasn't exactly where Nadira would like to be by this point in her life, but she was off the streets now and that was all that mattered to her.
Most people who dealt in the black market either lived it up or lived in a cardboard box, but Nadira had somehow found a happy medium; still, she didn't exactly feel quite happy with everything. Angirly she slammed the door the fridge and huffed over to her couch, throwing herself onto it and glaring quite violently at the wall. Nadira was having an off morning, one of those days where she felt like she was born on the wrong side of the bed and everything seemed to only rub her volitile temper the wrong way. It wasn't as if she was making an attempt to have a bad day, but it seemed as if that was how it would be going.
So far in her morning she had already woken up to her alarm clock going off at the wrong time, slipped and fallen getting out of bed because the blankets were wrapped around her legs, had her toilet back up on her, and discovered the refrigerator suspiciously lacking in food; aka: very bad day. Now, if she were anyone else she might hope to herself that her day would get better, but instead she let her pessimistic streak ride out while she thought of how she should just stay inside all day and avoid having anything further possiably go wrong.
Nadira crossed her arms and let out a low growl that was half anger half despair, why did she always have such a sickening combination of good and bad luck? Only yesterday everything had gone her way and she had actually smiled for most of the day, even going to bed with that same smile on her face. She simply couldn't understand why bad luck followed so closely afterwards. As if to distract her the phone cose now to ring at her, successfully interuptting her thoughts but only redirecting her anger onto the inanimate object.
The growl in her throat became more pronounced and Nadira shot a glare at the phone that in a perfect world would have melted the plastic right off of it and fry it's circuits. After two more rings she decided that the phone would never get the hint to shut up and leave her alone, so she sighed in defeat and picked it up. "Kanaan residence, Nadira speaking." She sighed into the phone, still carrying that same sound of defeat, the chuckle that greeted her on the other side of the phone, however, quickly wiped the look off her face and snapped her to attention. There was a sick feeling in her stomach at the all too familar sound, and a shudder of distaste inched down her spine and crawled across her skin.
"Yes, Nadira, I know that's you..." The male voice purred in her ear, causing her to hold the phone away so she could cringe; just because she dealt with people like this didn't stop her from liking them any less. She glanced skyward with an expression of piety and repentance, mouthing to the stucco ceiling, "Why me?", before she turned her attention back to the phone. "Craw, what is it you could possiably want from me at this hour?" She asked him, but she quickly broke in again before he could say anything lewd. "And no, I don't want any of your lecherous comments, I want the reason you called me." Nadira snapped angirly, tightening her grip on the phone as if she could also tighten her grip on the man.
There was a tsking noise and she could just imagine Craw shaking his head, the handsome face that drew in all the girls with a fake sad expression on it; it wasn't that Nadira was immune to his charm, it was merely that his personality rubbed against hers the wrong way and she did her best to put up a front of being above such things. "Now Nadira, how could you be in such a bad mood already? Did someone not perform well in bed last night and leave you-" Before he could finish that the slightly blushing Nadira began screaming into the phone. "IS THERE EVER A NON-SEXUAL COMMENT THAT LEAVES YOUR MOUTH?! GET TO THE POINT!" She screeched, most likely successfully annoying her neighbors.
Again the same tsking noise came across the phone lines, making Nadira growl under her breath and shudder again. "Now now, darling, why is it that you always doubt me? I was merely calling because there was a shipment of new products that came in that I was sure you'd like to see for yourself..." Craw sighed in a false sad tone, purposely mocking her. "But of course it was an added bonus to hear your lovely grating voice." He grumbled slightly, now suddenly sarcastic.
The sigh that left Nadira's throat was now one of relief; finally! An upside to the day! "I'll be right down, Craw, don't do a thing without me." She sighed into the phone, her voice quite clearly projecting the relief she felt. "Wouldn't dream of it, babe." He purred back, and soon afterward followed the click of the phone being turned off on his end. Nadira stuck her tongue out childishly at the phone and set it back down before she rose to go get dressed for her trip across the city.
As she changed from her pajamas and into the long loose pants and over dress, Nadira wondered calmly to herself what exactly happened to all of those polite guys she saw on the street all the time. Why was it that the moment a girl did something the slightest bit illegal everyone labled her a whore and treated her as such? Why did men who did illegal things so very often treat women as whores? She let out a long sigh and pulled her hair back, pulling on a kerchief to cover it so that she wouldn't get strange looks from the mostly Muslim population.
She knew very well the kind of men who lived here. They acted polite and gentlemanly, expected their sisters to be perfect little angels, but so very often treated their girlfriends as nothing better than someone to sleep with. Nadira wasn't exactly sterotyping the whole male population of Egypt, but it was something that seemed to be beaten into the majority of them. With a sigh she moved to the door and slipped her shoes on and put her hand on the door knob, ready to step out and into the world, but then it happened.
One second Nadira was standing in her apartment in Luxor, and the next moment it felt like the world started to spin about her head. Her eyes widened as her body swayed naturally to try to find a balance, but it wasn't helping much since the floor suddenly seemed to drop out from under her. She felt like she was falling, and she watched with wide eyes as the world went black around her and her body slipped backwards and further into the nothingness. There was a terriable wind and it sucked the kercheif right off her head, but an automatic reflex had her reaching out to snatch it back before it could get too far.
She hadn't been in many sandstorms or thunderstorms in her life, but Nadira knew well the sudden feeling of something sharp and gritty against her face and the sound of thunder crashing abover her head. Unconciously she curled in on herself as she fell, covering her face with the kerchief to filter out the sand so she could breathe. Her mind wasn't focusing, it still felt like the world was spinning, and Nadira shut her eyes to block out the sand just before the world tilted back into life.
Her apartment in Luxor was gone, but she wouldn't see that yet, and in it's place was a huge expanse of open sand and desert. Though there was a city in the distance the hot wall of swirling sand blocked it from her view, and besides, she still had her eyes squeezed shut. At the center of the sandstorm crouched Nadira, curled into a ball with her face pressed into her knees, the storm raging on all sides and the lightning flashing above her angirly. She didn't know it yet, but Nadira had just made an almost four thousand year trip backwards in time, and her soul had just become bound to the three others who would soon be joining her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 8:28 pm
Lines of sunlight streaked across Jack’s face, filtering in through the wispy curtains that fluttered in the breeze. Jack groaned, pulling the satin comforter above his eyes. He had no reason to wake up this morning, so why bother? In the earlier years of his Egyptian life work started before the sun rose and didn’t end until long after it fell, but after his father left him all his money work was only necessary when boredom became too much.
The alarm on the nightstand started to chime, singing its annoying tune to try and torture Jack into waking up. His hand found its way through the bundle of sheets and slammed down on each of its buttons, eventually turning off the racket. Jack groaned and lifted himself up. Well, he was awake now.
Jack tossed the tangle of sheets and heavy blankets from his lap and put his legs over the side of the bed. The white tile floor sent a chill crawling up his feet, making him hesitate before sighing and getting up anyway.
He rubbed absently at his tired eyes and yawned. When he took his hands away from his face he caught sight of his reflection in one of the many mirrors.
How long has it been since good sleep? Jack thought, wincing at the dark circles under his eyes that made his face looked bruised. I look terrible. He sighed again and made his way out of the large room.
A few minutes and a long shower later Jack was feeling a little better. The dark circles had almost vanished from his tell-tale pale skin and his hair no longer clung to his face and neck. The loose boxers he slept in were traded for a nice pair of black pants and a crimson button-up shirt.
Jack caught his reflection once more, this time in a hallway mirror. He made a mental note to get rid of some; this place was to revealing.
It wasn’t long ago that I would have killed for clothes like this. Now I look like the people I used to steal from. Though Jack had lived in his large house and worn his fine clothes and eaten his expensive foods for some time now, the thought of having money never registered completely in his mind. Surrounded by riches, Jack only felt like a fake. It was the same every day.
Ill visit Shayla today he finally decided, finishing the last button on his shirt and smoothing it out, though his maid had done a lovely job of keeping even the tiniest of wrinkles out of any laundry in the house. He grabbed his favorite jacket from a nearby shelf where it had been tossed the night before and slipped it over his arms, ruining his rich look. Satisfied as much as he could be with his appearance, Jack nodded at his reflection and continued on down the hallway. He was feeling hungry and the hospital had terrible food, so he thought it a good idea to grab some food first. He moved to make his way downstairs and to the kitchen, but he never made it.
Jack’s first impression was that he had stupidly fallen down the stairs before even stepping on them, but his mind soon wrapped around the fact that the sensation was entirely different. It was as if the floor was torn out from under him and the world was opening up to swallow him whole.
Jack opened his mouth to scream but a sudden burst of wind ripped the sound away. Harsh grains of sand whipped around him, buffeting his clothes and hair. He shut his eyes and threw his hands over his head to protect himself.
Everything was disorienting. Jack had no idea where he was, what was going on, or if he was even still falling somehow. The sound of something like thunder and wind roared and howled above his head. He cried out again, not even sure what he was saying or who he was calling to.
Somewhere in the back of his mind Jack wondered if he was still dreaming or if he had just gone crazy.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 10:35 pm
The dawn sent its first blinding rays through the chinks in the blinds, setting the old yellowed lace curtains ablaze with their pale glow, lighting the small, cramped but cozy room. A chubby little foot dug into Hala's back, nudging her the rest of the way awake while the sunlight glared through her closed eyelids, now squinted as she slowly blinked awake.
"Laluuu..." The child's voice was still muffled with sleep, fingers tangled in her sister's hair, grabbing blindly at Hala in her sleep. Disentangling herself carefully, Hala rolled over with a groan, slowly blinking the sleep from her eyes, shushing the child softly as she got up, rubbing at her back. "Shussshhh, go back to sleep, Salma..." She patted the little hand gently as her mind mumbled sleepily to itself, That can't be sunrise already, I always wake up an hour before... Hala blinked and drew in an alarmed hiss of a gasp and slid as quickly from her bed as she could without disturbing her sister, hurrying to change into her clothes. She haphazardly grabbed the first thing in her closet - a white long-sleeved shirt with a long blue skirt and headscarf, comfortably loose and flowing, though in something of a disarray as she hurried to dress.
The echoing call from the mosque finally rang through the morning air. Maybe I'm not as late as I thought... Hala relaxed a little, her mind quieting as she sank into the ritual of dawn prayer, the words and motions comfortingly familiar, helping to bring her sleep-deprived body out of hibernation as she quietly focused on her prayers. Once they were over, she stood briskly, careful to close the door softly before hurrying out to the kitchen. She paused a moment to check on her other two sisters, peeking in the doorway with a soft knock, "Time to wake up, sleepyheads." She was gone just as quickly, hurrying back down the hall.
Her face furrowed slightly with disappointment, No time for coffee, I'll have to take Nailah to her doctor's appointment, then to school for both of them... Oh no, father's left without his paperwork again, I'll have to take that too, and the bills on the hall table... Her mind whirled quickly through her tasks for the day as she began to make breakfast, the motion almost automatic by now. Water boiling, toast toasting, stove warming, clean the table. Four eggs, no salt for Nailah, straighten the papers while they finish... and done. Hala grabbed a few plates down from the cupboard, cringing as the clattered rather loudly. She quickly whisked each serving from the sizzling pan to its plate and set them on the table, already moving towards the door as the last plate left her hands. She automatically reached for her purse and carefully wrapped her scarf around her, slinging the remainder of the long tail over her shoulder before stepping out the door to get the newspaper, expecting the coat rack that tipped over whenever anyone nudged it, and kicking it swiftly back into place.
But she didn't expect what happened next. As she opened the door and began to step out onto the faded porch, instead of walking into the morning sun, which should have been already beating warm over the city, a strong, howling desert wind met her instead, whipping the ends of her scarf against her face, the thin blue cloth stinging and blinding her as she suddenly fell. And fell. She put her hands out, expecting the sharp, gritty smack of the pavement, but nothing came. She was still falling. Or was it everything else that was falling away? She only caught a glimpse before she managed to claw the scarf from her eyes, only to be met with a blast of hot sand that made her squeeze her eyes shut, throwing an arm across her mouth and nose to protect herself. "Allah save us..."
She cringed and waited for the impact that must follow such a long fall, muffling a tiny scream as thunder pounded at her ears from somewhere very nearby, or so it seemed. Her mind reasoned surprisingly calmly, almost lazily as she huddled in terror against the sandstorm, You must not have woken up after all... Just watch, after this is done, it'll be the same dream again. At least you're getting a little more rest... She barely noticed as the ground began to reappear.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 1:08 am
((EDIT: Damn it. I'll do a little rewriting after I read through all of that, which I apparently was supposed to read. stare
EDIT EDIT: Okay, this won't be so bad. It's revised to work better with the previous posts' styles. wink
EDIT EDIT EDIT: Wow, I'm glad I can laugh at my own mistakes, or else I'd be pulling out my hair at this point. Revised again, to work even better! xd
I'm going to go out on a limb and simply post without reading the backstory, since my character wouldn't know any of it anyway. After I post the intro, which will probably be long and angsty, I'll read some backstory and figure out how I can run into some other people. xd
I got my Arabic phrases here from Wikitravel, so don't attack me if they're wrong. xd ))
Aleks walked down the busy street slowly, eyes half-lidded, both headphones going at full blast. "No forgiveness, ah-ah, no salvation, ah-ah, no forgiveness, ah-ah, no salvation, ah-ah..." He wasn't in a particularly foul mood, as he often was these days, but he was exceptionally tired. He'd stayed up too late the previous night reading Spinoza's "Ethics" and had just barely managed to stay awake through his classes this morning. He had another class, a required history class, this evening, but that wasn't for another few hours. Until then, he had a few dollars to burn and a city to explore.
"A city of people," he muttered, and sighed. Would that he could visit a city of angels. Or, while he was contemplating the impossible, a city of monsters. Hell, why not a city of demons? At least the demons would be honest about their repellent nature. Or would they? Perhaps he was in a city of demons. Or a city of ghosts. A city of philosophical zombies, who had bodies, and perhaps even minds, but no souls...
"This is beyond your experience." The song played out to its conclusion, and then the shuffling iPod went to a song that made such a contrast with its predecessor that it drew Aleksandr out of his brooding.
"Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away..." Michael Bublé's voice, as always, made Aleks nostalgic and romantic for a few brief seconds, before it simply began to make him feel depressed. Irritably, he pressed the skip button, and the next song was enough to make him turn off the iPod completely:
"We are the pain, we are the shame, we've gone insane, inside where no one's - "
The music shut off abruptly and Aleks pulled off the ear clip headphones, stuffing them into his pocket. He'd had enough of his iPod's evil shuffling, specifically picking songs to make him depressed. At least, sometimes that's how it seemed.
He turned onto a quiet side street, just intending to escape the crowd for a brief moment. But as he walked, he found himself thinking even more than he had been doing before.
Damn it. Sometimes he wished he could be one of the ignorant cattle that he disdained so much; those people who knew their places and were happy in them, instead of having a mind that never ceased its incessant probing of this question and that, of every philosophical quandary that passed his way, every ethical dilemma he could possibly evaluate. If only he could instead be interested in... Cars. Or sports. He wished he could have such a mundane obsession. Not God. Not ethics. Not metaphysics, not the questions that addressed the very foundations upon which existence was built... questions which he knew could never be adequately be answered.
"Masa' al-khairi!" The voice drew him once again out of his thoughts, and he looked up, surprised, to see a man addressing him from a corner he was about to pass. He paused, wondering if the man was going to try and rob him. Then he chastised himself for such an automatic assumption.
He recognized the phrase as Arabic, and while he didn't speak the language, he knew the phrase; 'Good evening.'
"Masa' al-khairi," he repeated, inclining his head respectfully, and then wracked his mind for the proper phrases. "Um... Ana Aasif. Hal... tatakallam al-ingliziyyah?" I'm sorry. Do you speak English?
"Ohh, yes, yes, I speak English. My apologies, sir. But I was wondering if you are aware..."
Aleks furrowed his brow as the man broke off. "Aware of what?"
"...No, never mind. I apologize for bothering you, sir. I wish you good luck."
Good luck? This man isn't making any sense. Maybe he is going to try to rob me.
"Masa' al-khairi," he said once again, frowning as he continued on his walk. The man didn't trouble him again.
If he had, though, Aleks might not have noticed, because as he came back out of the side street onto the main road, he stopped dead in his tracks.
The entire world seemed to give a brief lurch, and that lurch was centered in Aleks' stomach. For the briefest of moments, he felt as if he were simultaneously falling, upside down, and spinning. He certainly felt likely to vomit, and he thrust out a hand to catch the edge of the building beside him to support himself.
Then it was gone, and he straightened, swallowing nervously. After a fit like that, he should probably go home to his apartment and take a brief rest. Just as soon as he could...
A wave of hot air hit him full on, and he instinctively shut his eyes against it. In another instant, the wind was full of sand. Cursing under his breath, he pulled his shirt up to cover his mouth and nose, and kept his eyes closed tightly. A sandstorm? He hadn't heard about any incoming sandstorms, especially not of this magnitude. At some point in the maelstrom, he lost his balance and fell away from the building he was holding onto. He landed flat on his back and threw up a plume of sand, but kept his eyes firmly shut. He wasn't fool enough to open his eyes or mouth with all this sand in the air.
((I think that should do nicely for now. 3nodding So he's in the desert with the rest of them, though he hasn't bothered to open his eyes, so he doesn't know it yet.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 4:08 am
Femi pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly, face pressed into the tops. She just kept hearing Seth's voice in her mind demanding what she had done. Choking on a sob she squeezed herself tighter and tried to stop crying, but there seemed no end to the tears. She just kept messing up, there seemed no end to the amount of times she had messed up; and this one was the worst. "Ottah was right!" She yelled without really thinking much about the words. "It was a bad omen I had that dream of the god of chaos!" She continued, feeling nothing but misery and self-pity.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 4:54 am
He was sleeping within his bed, which was a rectangular wooden frame with a mat of woven cords. With a crescent-shaped headrest at one end of the bed. It was constructed with a woven mat placed on wooden framework standing on animal-shaped legs. At one end was a footboard and at the other was a headrest made with a curved neckpiece set on top of a short pillar on an oblong base.
A group of servants entered his chambers, their heads lowered in respect and dared not look upon him while he slumbered. Each of the servants had been given a task, those tasks varied from gathering water for cleansing to laying out his royal uniformed outfit. Each of the servants were dressed in a short white wool loincloth that wrapped around their waists, they also had on around their necks Amulets with his fathers face depicted upon them. A few of the women, (topless) had silver earrings.
Amenophis, rose from his slumber as his dark enriched skin became visible to any who dare look upon him. His long jet black hair was sprawled out upon his shoulders and along his chest, and clung wildly to his backside. His dark brown eyes looked amongst his father's worshippers and he spoke in a gentle manner, "Is my bath ready?"
A female servant walked to the side of his bed and lowered her head and kept her arms at her sides as she responded, "Yes my lord, your bath has been drawn."
He throws back his linen sheets and moves to the side of his bed. His naked body glistened within the soft rays of the sun that protruded into his bed room through the large arched shaped windows located on its western side. It was slowly rising above the horizon in the distance and its presence clearly known. He moved with a certain grace towards this pool of water that was drained each night before he's rest period and refilled each morning. Slowly he stepped into the water and slowly it concealed his naked form. He sat down in this pool, and the water came up just over his shoulders. He pulled his arms back and rested them on the sides of this water pool; just behind him.
By instincts a few of the servants (a male and female) began to wash him, and groom his hair. The female began to properly comb his hair, and fashion it so it would fit properly within his Atem (Relative related crown, indicating relationship to the true Ruler). The male was tending to scrubing him down, and tending to his nails. The female knelt behind him while she groomed his hair, and the male was in the water with his clothing on, tending to his tasks.
After this long morning ritual, The servants got him dressed. His clothing consisted of a light material (cotton) loincloth that was carefully wrapped around him, and it was slightly transparent. A golden snake like armband was placed on his left biscep and his feet had been slipped into sandals. His outfit was finished off with the placement of the Atem upon his head.
After all the catering and tending he recieved, He dismissed the servants and this is where he begins his own journey, standing at the end of his room over looking his father's lands through a well ornate window, looking down upon the bustle of the crowd and watching their daily lifes move about.
[[ All Conversations Between him and his servants are in Ancient Egyptian Language ]]
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