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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14. Cinictha

“F-Father?” I said. He looked at me solemnly.

“I had to do it,” he replied. I only stared at him in horror, “he was going to do something that I could not allow, please,” he said, grabbing my arm, “you must understand. I –“

“Do what?” I yelled, snatching away my arm, “Marry me? What am I to understand? You stabbed him! What could he possibly do to deserve this?!” He just stood there and stared, “Answer me!”

“……..Tell you the truth,” he finally said.

“What truth?! What do I not know? What other wonderful news do I not know about?” I screamed. He said nothing. I started to storm out of the room.

“Wait!” he said. I paused with my hand on the door, “…. He was going to tell the truth about your…. Your…” I finally flung the door open and ran to my room.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to leave. Not yet, I told myself, they may come to check on me. Just hold out until dinner, and hope that Father doesn’t come to pay a visit.

For the rest of the day I was locked in my room, and surprisingly no one came in. they would have if Nubb told the guards, but if they didn’t already know, then Father had threatened him… or Nubb understood his reasoning. Either way, I had to find Uga and find out the truth. What happened to her? I wondered. As the day slowly crept along, I heard footsteps behind the door. They were pacing back and forth, constantly like someone was waiting for me to come out or thinking about whether to come in. I would hear mumbling and the footsteps would slow and soften. Then they would start up again and the voices would become louder and more urgent. I eventually heard some of the conversation.

“Sir, you must not go in there! She is crazed and will attack you, too. You should just kill her now.” Thud.

“Hush! You must…”

Now I was interested. I leaned in closer to the door.

“She is the same as her mother,” they whispered, “You cannot kill her, but you must contain her. Such power going to waste is a shame, train her first…”

“No! Bringing a woman into warfare will bring shame on us from the gods!” one protested.

“Quiet! We will continue this later,” the third one declared. The others stopped as soon as he said this, so he must have had authority. I could tell that it wasn’t my father, but the voice sounded so familiar… Click! They were unlocking the door from the outside. I hurried over to the bed and started to trace in the dust again. One of the guards walked in with food on a platter. He placed it on the foot of the bed and glared at me in hatred and….jealousy? Awe? I noticed the patch on his armor, he was the highest ranking of the army, so why was he here? I know that I’m dangerous, but having him guard me is outrageous. Looking behind him, I noticed Acker, still wounded from me, and another high ranking soldier. Why so much protection? I thought. Something was wrong, very wrong…

The rest of the day slid by quickly, and all of it I spent pondering over my mother, father, and everything else that could be connected… Nightfall was upon us finally, and I knew it was time to leave, but I had to make a detour. When the moon was high and the soldiers were leaving for food, I prayed to the gods to help me unlock the door. I heard it click, and I rushed out, running lightly through the halls to the medical room. I hid behind a column to let some guards walk, their shadows passing me. I reached the room and rushed to Nubb’s bed, but the guards were at the door. I had to distract them, so I ripped off a button on the dress and threw it down the hall. It hit a torch platter, knocking it over and setting fire to a weaving on the wall. The guards saw this, called to the ones inside the room and set off to fetch water. I hurried inside the room and to Nubb. He was peacefully asleep, and the moonlight that shined through the window washed his face in silver light. I lifted his blanket and looked at the bloody bandages. I knelt next him, saying a prayer for the gods to help him heal and become well again. I stayed there for a little while longer, but realized I was running out of time.

Sneaking through the halls again, I saw that the fire had spread all across the weaving and to others too. The more the men threw water onto it, the hotter the flames were and the bigger they leaped. The fabric seemed to never actually burn, but it still fueled the fire. It seemed as if the entire palace was there, though. Plenty of the guard on the inside had come to help, but they only made it worse. I slipped through the chaos with ease, and finally returned to my room. Closing the door, I ran to the dresser at the far side. I quickly opened the secret compartment and grabbed my bag. I reached the barred window and started to try to slip through.

“Going somewhere?” I heard someone call.

I turned around and saw Kisk standing in the room, closing the door behind him, “Kisk, you must understand. I –”

“Go.”

I paused, “What?”

“I know that you must go. I heard the people guarding your door talking about sending you into war, for what I don’t know. Why were they saying this, Cinictha? Surely you must know.”

“I know just as much as you do, Kisk,” I answered, “But thank you; for understanding.”

He walked over a kissed my forehead, “Just promise to not get caught, alright?”

I giggled, “Promise.”

I carefully slid through the bars. I almost didn’t make it until I sucked in so much, that I felt as if I had permanently shrunken my lungs.

 Once I got out, I grabbed my stuff, pulled it through, and climbed down; the guards at the bottom had just relieved the others. I stealthily dropped down, landing directly on a pressure point in the shoulder, knocking them out cold without a sound. Those actions coming from knowledge that stuck with me from the earlier fights. I snuck my way through the patrollers, who I must say, were horrible at their job. Wisdom from Anubis, the god of stealth and war, I realized. As I shot through some trees, I idiotically ran through a patch of moonlight, when a guard was looking straight at me. I criticized my stupidity and called upon the strength of Apis, the god of strength and upon my newly discovered “inner warrior” to knock out the guards with a single punch. At least one was paying attention… I thought. After a while, I accidentally made a bush rustle. Obviously, Anubis had gotten busy, and had left me to sneak away on my own.

Then, cunning and wit from Thoth, the god of science, logic, cunning, and wit, gave me the ability to perfectly mimic another guard’s voice saying, “Sorry, I thought I heard something.” They bought it! They walked back to their post but looked back curiously. This happened again, but I merely purred like a cat and flashed my teeth, and the light made them shine like Bastet’s, the cat goddess’, fangs and the guards freaked out and bowed. I glided easily through the rest of my escape (Anubis had returned), finally reaching the empty town. I turned and the sudden flash of the day we met ran through my mind.

 

­“Sorry I didn’t see you.”

“Uh…. Hello… Sorry.”

I stopped and shook my head, flinging the tears that were falling from my eyes. I must respect his death, and Osiris just might let him have the peaceful, eternal life he deserves. I slowly walked back to the farm.

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