Beyond The Nile
In a world not so easy to understand a culture that was questioned and worshiped as history itself here we are beyond the Nile.
3000 bc under the rule of a new Pharaoh Bakenranef and his Princess Isis named after the Goddess herself, the rule of Bakenranef just beginning but beginning with war having to leave his daughter in charge so he might go off to protect his kingdom. no words from him have been sent for 3 weeks all seems lost but egypt still flourishes plenty with food water and happiness among the people Isis's rule did not let the people suffer but the heart ache for her father boiling deep within her heart.
Small bit of background:
Tittle:Princess and standing Queen of Egypt
Special traits: took lessons from healers and practitioners
Small bit of background: Lost her mother at a young age and was her fathers only child,spoiled stuck up and with a bad temper
Other: treats everyone kindly until otherwise
Special traits: Currently mute from shock
Small bit of background: Akil lived with his parents in a small village along the Nile where the primary daily activity was farming or fishing. During what seemed to be any other day, the village was raided and destroyed. Akil watched his father be killed outright, judged as too old for the slave trade. His mother was taken and raped before his very eyes until the raiders decided she too was no longer worth their time. He was taken, held captive, and eventually sold to a man who often did business with the raiders.
Other: Though thin and small, the farming life has made Akil deceptively strong for one of his size.
Isis had her guards around her she set atop a small bed like throne as she was carried threw the city her right hand maid was on leave to have a child and she needed a few women to do basic work around the palace cleaning cooking and so on the guards carried her smoothly better the ridding on a camel that was for sure. the guards stopped right before they hit the slave market and she was escorted down she had one of her guard holding her money well most of it she kept a small amount on her to give to the needy children and beggars something her father had taught her to do. the slave trader had set out a special chair for her and she took her seat. "please show them in whatever order you wish i could use some strong men to help with moving some things around the palace as well" the women came up fist she picked a few out and paid for them and was about to leave when a young man caught her eye.
Akil stood in his corner quietly, eyes on the floor. His wrists were shackled, as all the slaves were, and chained to a post. From the edge of his vision, he watched the Princess arrive, ordering people around as though she already owned all of them. She perused the slaves, purchasing a few women. One of them Akil knew well. She had been a friend to him when they had lived in the village, but that had been a year ago. When the slave peddler noticed the princess' eyes on Akil, he spoke up loudly.
"That waif is stronger than he looks. He was brought to me by some associates of mine from one of the villages along the Nile. Farmer, I was told. Born to heavy labor. He's younger than most though, so I've had a bit of trouble getting rid of him. He also hasn't said a word the entire time I've had him."
along the nile she thought she shrugged it off no one would dare enslave their own people she figured the man got them from down the nile further so she didn't mind "he will do" she stood up and started walking back when a lil girl ran up to her right threw the gaurd legs. the lil girl handed her a flower. isis smiled leaning down and giving the girl 2 gold coins. the little girls eyes went wide as she scurried away. isis giggled and began to walk back towards the palace
Once money had changed hands, the slaver unlocked the chain tethering Akil to his post. Passing the chain off to one of the men with the Princess, he was led away. In a way, fortune seemed to have favored him. There were certainly worse owners to have, and he knew at least one of the others. Hopefully, that wouldn't get either of them into trouble. Akil kept his eyes on Isis, catching the glint of gold during the exchange with the little girl. Certainly things could not be too bad with someone as charitable as that.
they approached the palace and isis looked to her guards. "get them all cleaned up and in fresh clothing i want the boy sent to my chambers when your done and the girls given tasks" the guards nodded to her and started to head off to the bath house Isis bowed slightly to the new help and headed off to her chambers. one there she sat on her small sofa and started approving farming land and sentencing criminals her hair off to one side she was deep in thought.
Akil followed the others toward the bath house silently, not wanting to make the man holding the end of the chain drag him along. After a moment, his head snapped up in surprise. Had she just asked for him, personally? He wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing, and the debate in his own mind over it kept him distracted throughout the bathing process. Afterwards, he was given clean, dry clothes to dress in. Simple white cloth pants were paired with an equally simple sleeveless tunic of the same cloth and color. Thus clothed, a guard led him to the princess' door. He knocked twice before pushing Akil into the room roughly, his wrists still shackled.
"The boy you requested, Princess."
she turned her head then stood smiling the boy didn't look much older then her maybe even the same age "i'm so sorry i meant to let them know to remove these" she held his hands in hers taking a key from her desk and removing the shackles. "there much better now i was told that you haven't been speaking is that because they treated you badly" she wondered what couldve happened for this poor boy not to speak she knew he had been taken from his village but.. she pondered the thought and smiled again touching the boy shoulder trying to give what little comfort she could.
Akil stood still as a statue while the Princess removed the shackles, rubbing his wrists slightly as the metal bands were pulled away. Now that he was close to her, he could see that she couldn't be much older than him. They were even about the same height. When she touched his shoulder, he flinched slightly. It was an involuntary reaction for him, one that had been beaten into him for a long time. He had plenty of scars on his back from whips already, and it wasn't uncommon for the slaver to beat him, or the others. Akil opened his mouth slightly, as though about to say something, but no words followed.