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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6. Cinictha

Later that evening, I shoved clothes, jewelry, money, and food into my small sack. I was going to run away. I hope mother was being serious about this…, I thought. The plan was to jump out of the window, down the hill to the part of town where the festival was held, and hopefully find my way by memory to Akhom’s house. I said goodbye to Uga, who was totally supportive of this, making only two people who knew what I was doing. Uga would keep his mouth shut, and couldn’t be blamed for letting me go because I was the one who found and talked to him. In fact, no one was guarding my door, so no one would be blamed. But mother… would she talk? I didn’t know, and I hoped that she wouldn’t.

When the moon struck midnight, I climbed out of the window, and after slipping through the town without being noticed (surprisingly), I finally came to the farm. Looking to the starry heavens, I prayed to the gods that I was doing the right thing. I thought to myself, There’s still time, I could go back, and act like it never happened! No. I can’t stop now, and I would never forgive myself! I rapped on the door. No one answered. I tried again, much louder to be sure I was heard. A few seconds later, a drowsy man opened the door. It was him! Akhom! I longed for his face ever since I left. My heart leaped with joy.

“Yes?” he mumbled sleepily. I came back down to earth and simply jumped onto him in a hug. He hugged back after a moment of confusion. He pulled back, and when he saw my face, his own shined with joy. He pushed me inside and closed the door. I looked at him. He then said, “Where have you been? I’ve… Missed you… I never stopped thinking about you. You wove your way into my dreams and my life.” He sounded embarrassed that he ‘missed me’ even though I was still a stranger.

I said, “I haven’t had a moment when I wasn’t thinking of you,” I paused, “But, I need to be honest with you. Please, sit down. This may be, exciting for you…” We both sat and I took a deep breath.

“Do you remember how the princess and I have the same name?”

“Yes,” he said, looking a little confused.

“Well... I don’t know how to say this…” I finally blurted out, “I’m the princess!” He was taken aback. A look of surprise held his face in a tight grip. After minutes of long, deafening, silence, he said, “I believe you. But I have questions, why weren’t you with your family at the festival, why were you down with the common people? Why did you come here just now?” I sighed. This would be a long explanation. I decided to tell him everything from the day I was told I was to wed Nubb, to this moment. It felt like an eternity, waiting for him to digest this new information. He finally said, “I love you, too, but the pharaoh will send guards, and ask the town if they have seen you. It will be hard to keep you hidden.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry; I’ve put you in terrible danger! I did not think of this. What are we to do?”

“Don’t worry; we will get through this, one way or another. It’s getting late, though. We must sleep. We’ll go to bed and talk in the morning.” Akhom led me to his bedroom. He slept on the floor in the kitchen, while I slept on the hard mattress of straw, stuffed inside a sack. I eventually lay down, and went to bed, not aware of my extreme exhaustion. 

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