The Runaway River

This is a story from Ancient Egypt. I wrote this for a class assignment so tell me what you guys think

By the way: The hieroglyphics in the cover mean gibberish. I'm not kidding! The ? mean I don't know the translation to that:

Hp?yankhnkhvtsh?rman

Not kidding, that's what it means, you can look it up if you want

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15. Cinictha & Akhom

I painfully looked at the exact spot where he was thrown in, but something was….wrong. The Nile, I know it was right here…. But it’s just a… ditch, I thought. There was nothing left but a muddy trench. I then remembered what he had said, before he left for the market, that the river seemed smaller. I was overwhelmed by the sudden emotion of sorrow and rage that I burst into tears and dropped to the ground. I stopped after a few minutes. I looked at the date trees. They seemed to be swaying a gentle rhythm that touched something inside of me. Renenutet, the goddess of harvest appeared before me, swaying in the braches with the gentle breeze. She looked at me, then to the north, downstream, and pointed. I immediately got up and ran as fast as I could. I ran on and on, no matter how much I hurt and gasped. Finally, I slowed. There was Hathor, the goddess of love, cradling Akhom in her beautiful, smooth, arms. She cast a shadow of him, making him look like an ugly, yet still handsome, blob. She looked at me and smiled, showing perfect, white teeth so much brighter and lovelier than the moon. She beckoned me over, and laid him in my arms when I crouched beside her.

She looked at me, beaming with pride and said, “You heart is more pure and ever-so much more valuable than gold. Humans like you are the ones who we contact, who we have pride of. They are the role models that should shape the world, and the two of you have certainly proven yourselves worthy of that title. You two have shown that by following your heart, and with a little faith, you can accomplish anything, come over even the most tragic of events. You and your love will live a wondrous life, and will forever have a glorious spot in the afterlife.” She had said this with such a powerful, enchanting, encouraging voice that my heart swelled with joy. When I looked down at the face of Akhom, my heart felt as if it were going to burst. Tears streamed down my face. When I looked back at Hathor, she was starting to fade away.

With my lip trembling and tears flowing furiously, I managed to squeak out these two words with a thousand meanings, “Thank you.” She finally disappeared, and I looked back down. Akhom opened his eyes; his clear, blue, spectacular eyes. He sat up. My Akhom, we are finally together. My dear, sweet, precious Akhom… That’s when his lips suddenly fell into mine.

 

Fin

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