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:


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


1. Cinictha

In two days, my freedom is gone. The festival is tonight, my last day as a free daughter of the pharaoh, I thought. Yesterday, Nubb, the prince of Kush (below our beloved country of Egypt) asked for my hand in marriage, but not to me. He asked my father. A wealthy price can convince anyone to give up even the most precious thing in their hearts. The marriage will take place in the palace courtyard. The choice is not mine to make, the arrangements have already been made. I’m against the decision, but my voice holds no power. Suddenly, Seethe, my step-mother, burst into my room.

“Cinictha? Oh, there you are, the wedding dress is too big, so we must fit you tonight,” she said.

“But mother! Why? The festival of Ra is tonight!” I replied.

“I’m sorry, but it must be done, the tailor came early and we decided that the sooner it’s done, the better. Your father is the son of Ra, not you. You have no need of attendance.”

“But it’s my last night before we start the wedding preparations!”

“No means no!  Uga will guard your door; the tailor will come in three hours’ time. Be ready, and get the dress from the servant.”

“Mother! This is not fair! I wish to go, and I shall!”

“NO YOU SHALL NOT! No daughter will disobey her mother and you will NOT disobey ME!”

“But –” I started.

“No. You will NOT leave this palace, and now, you will not leave this room!”

“This is not fair! I wish that you and father had never gotten married! I wish you would just…. Disappear!” I shouted.

With an angry face, but sad eyes, she stormed out. I could hear her frustrated stomps, but I still felt pity with every step she took. The servant came moments later with a too-big dress, but I had to admit, it was quite beautiful. It was spun with golden thread and laced with silver and white. It was thin and sleeveless, but on me, it looked like a giant monster. I could tell by the stricken face of the servant that my step-mother had shown her anger and pity. The servant looked at me, a silent question on her face. I only shook my head and gestured to the bed. She delicately placed the dress on the bed. She hung her head and stood there, waiting for orders.

I opened the door and she walked out. Peeking outside, I could see Uga, my personal guard, outside of the door. I flashed a smile. Uga had been more of a father to me than my own. His face was in every happy memory that I possessed. I looked away so the he could not see the tears spilling from my eyes. He tapped my shoulder. He was always like this. Even with one eye blinded, he saw into me like my skin was glass. I slowly and painfully looked. He knew what had happened. He heard every word. I began to close my door. He did not follow, I knew he wouldn’t. He would give me time to think, then would come and clear my thoughts. I lay on my bed after gently closing the door, I silently sobbed into my pillow. After my tears had run out, on perfect cue, Uga knocked on the door. I walked up and opened it slightly. Looking into his cloudy eye, I waited for him to say the words that would wash my mind of the terrible pain that the marriage had brought with it.

Surprisingly, he opened the door and took me into his arms, holding me tight. I squeezed back and the tears broke out of the dam I didn’t know was there. He patted my head like the palace dog. We sat on my bed for a long time. Finally he pulled back and looked into my eyes. There was no need for words, he understood my pain. After we sat in silence for what seemed to be an eternity, he then said to me this one word with a thousand meanings, “Go.” 


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