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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10. Cinictha

Once I was awake, I hoped to find myself back inside the farm, only to find Akhom cooking breakfast and realizing that it was all just a dream; a horrifying, heart-wrenching, dream. It was too good to be true. When I was fully awake, I saw the worried face of a doctor, my step-mother, and my father. No Uga. If I wasn’t so tired and weak, I would have flung out of the palace and raced all the way down the Nile to look for….him. His very name brought needles to my heart.  

“What happened?” I asked, reaching for the glass of water on the table next to me.

“You collapsed out of exhaustion. The guards had to carry you back here,” said the male doctor, “you’re lucky, though. If Acker hadn’t caught you when you ran and almost fell into the river, you would have been swept away into the cataracts. Whoosh.” He made a flying-type motion with his hand. I dropped the glass that I was slowly bringing to my lips when I sat up. My eyes were wide with fear and I gasped in shock. Akhom, had he been killed by the cataracts? I thought. The sharp clatter of broken clay didn’t faze me, even though it made everyone else recoil. I calmed a bit and let my eyelids droop, barely open, and my jaw loosely held, still looking away from the faces of my accompaniers.

I then said with a distant and small voice, but still cold, “I jumped.” The faces around me suddenly changed in less than one second. The doctor looked like he was about to faint, like he had been struck by lightning twice. Seethe’s face had guilt and embarrassment, and only looked down because she knew of my adventure. She had encouraged it. My father looked dazed and was stunned by this. No one said anything. I heard a movement beside me. I swiveled my head over to the noise. On the bed right next to me, of all of the sick and injured people in the entire city, he was there.

 Acker. The one who had thrown my world into a river. My rage swept over me, and I lunged for his throat. My father’s quick military reflexes were supernaturally fast, but my anger was faster than the goddess Bastet herself. I pounced on him, pinning him to the bed, and fear paled his deeply tanned face white. Even the gods themselves could not save him from my wrath. Or so I thought. I reeled back my balled fist, ready to punch and snap his thickly muscled neck in two. I started to slam it into his face and just before my ball of fury made contact; my father dragged me off of him. I stopped struggling immediately, saving my strength for when I had a chance to try again. I then remembered the moment I hit him at the Nile’s bank. I looked at him again, blocking my violence that blurred my vision to notice that his face was bandaged and blood-soaked. I joyfully recalled the crack of his bone when I had hit him, and smiled ruthlessly and evilly at him. His white face turned transparent.

I shook off my father and turned around.

“Why did you run away? Why did you run from the guards at the Nile? What happened?” Father asked, a little worry seeping into his eyes of what he had just seen. He most likely wondered what I learned on my little journey.

I loved him,” I said coldly, as I stormed out of the room and I called back, “You can have your little wife fill you in on everything else.” I could feel the tension of my mother as my father turned his confused look onto her. I snickered. I turned on everyone; no one was my friend anymore. Not unless everyone that had ever hurt me, Uga, and Akhom suddenly died.

Later that night, everything suddenly hit me. What was I thinking?! My mind was going on its own, not taking any kind of advice from my conscience. I lay on my bed in my room, horribly reliving what I said. I sold out my mother, I attacked and frightened the head of the law (both father and chief), and had practically slaughtered any chance of freedom for the rest of my life! I just ruined everything! I heard a knock on the door and saw a note being slipped under the door. They were afraid to even talk to me – Wait! I could use this to my advantage! Everyone is terrified, so I could even have a little fun if I still have to marry…. I thought. I smiled cruelly. I picked up the note and read it. This is what it said:

Nubb is furious that you ran. He wanted you killed, but we changed his mind. He waits for you to wed him, on next full moon.

Prince Asu

The next full moon was in three days.

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