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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9. Cinictha

I eventually saw a dot in the distance. Akhom had finally returned! He had been gone for quite a while, much longer than expected. The dot grew larger and larger, until I could finally see his face; that beautiful, kind face. He walked on the path that divided the papyrus reeds and the date trees. Something rustled in the trees, but I took no notice. When he finally reached me, I looked at him with slight worry.

“Nothing happened, but you were right,” he said, but I still stared with a questioning face, “I only ran into the guards. They let me go, though, surprisingly easily. They’re looking for you Cini—” Unexpectedly, guards sprang from the dates in a wild fury. Before Akhom could even look over his shoulder, they pounced on him, and had him on his knees with his hands behind his head. So he was followed! That’s why he got through! I thought.

“Words can always be used against you! Be careful what you say, you dirty pig!” Acker spat. I started to hit one of the two guards that pinned him. I eventually realized that I was hitting Acker. A dreadful mistake on anyone’s behalf, but I did not care. I kept kicking, punching and pulling on him, hoping he would let go. Two of the other seven left grabbed my arms and held me back. I started to cry but the tears of sorrow stopped as I was overwhelmed with rage. I fought as hard as I could, trying to get to him, my heart. Acker took the hilt of his khepesh and knocked out Akhom with a hard hit on the head.

“NOO!” I screamed. I thrashed in the hands of captors with a new and much bigger wave of anger. I struggled so much that two more guards had to come and hold me back after I had broken free of the original two’s vice-like grip. I watched in horror as Acker threw my beloved into the river. I sank down, half-crying, half-fighting, for my Akhom. I watched in terrible slow-motion of him leaving the arms of Acker, slowly, slowly falling into the Nile.

He was slipping through my fingers…just like mother….just like his father. No. He won’t go, he can’t. At least not without me… I thought. I suddenly broke away and attempted to hurl myself into the river after Akhom. Tight and strong arms wrapped around my waist, just as I was about to plunge into the water. They quickly snapped back, pulling me with them, just as I saw my love’s peaceful face disappear under the foamy water…….. Now, there was nothing left. My world had just been snatched away from me… There was nothing left to live for. Not my brothers, not my father, not my mother, not even Uga….. Nothingness… is this what it feels like? I asked myself. It was like falling through an empty, black, bottomless pit. I felt as if my lungs had been punctured, my brain dried, my heart…..broken… I wept in the arms of whoever held me, and after only a few seconds, I turned on them. I hit them so hard that I felt blood, and heard a slight crack! The force of the blow made them drop me. All I could think of doing was curling up into a little ball and weeping, and as I dropped down, I saw the face of Acker, overflowing with pain and torture. When I hit the ground, a rush of exhaustion flooded over me, most likely from my fight with the guards. It was so great that I completely knocked out.

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