The last days
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,451
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Egypt
~Egypt~
It was the rainy season in Egypt. The sun shone as strongly as ever but the approaching storms filled the air with moisture. The weather was refreshing and I felt giddy with out really knowing why. I felt the first few drops upon my head; I stuck out my tongue and tasted them. I was out with our pail, gathering water from the now bountiful Nile. I hurried from the waters edge when the wind started to pick up. The sand grains were small and smooth but when the storms threw them about they hit your skin hard enough to bruise. It sends the sand dancing around the desert, weaving about the pyramids in a celebratory dance. We would live through another year.
That’s the way it is in Egypt, feast or famine, and we were all grateful for the rain. I looked across the plain towards the magnificent silhouettes of the pyramids. I thought of the coming rain, of the benefits that my family would reap from the replenished land, and of the Pharaoh, whom Id never met sitting on his throne and thanking the gods for their kindness. Suddenly I wanted to get closer to these great temples, though it was forbidden me by my parents. They would never forgive the Egyptians for the mistreatment they gave us just because we were Jewish. I debated whether I should follow my impulse or return home obediently.
Id always secretly wondered if they were as bad as my parents made them out to be. Id never been beaten or starved or anything like that. Surely a race who was capable of such marvelous things, which took care of us, and made sure the rain came, knew the right way to go about things. Perhaps there was something to their animal headed gods? It was this that angered my people most of all, that the Egyptians denied the existence of Jehovah and put half beasts on his pedestal. I decided to find out for myself the truth about the Egyptians and started out in the direction of the Pharaohs palace.
By the time I reached it my arms were aching from having to lug the heavy pail of water. Id been tempted to empty it half way but I was already taking a serious risk. If I returned late with a half pale of water they would know that Id done something bad, and would demand to know what it was. I wiped sweat from my damp forehead and gently set the pail down. I was bent at the waist when I felt the earth tremble and heard a deep rumbling. At first I thought that it was the storm beginning in earnest, but upon turning I beheld a great chariot, drawn by six pale white horses, with great gold plated wheels, and a roof of beautifully detailed fabric which hid whoever it was inside from prying eyes, and the suns harmful rays.
It stopped before the Pharaohs palace and I dropped onto the sand, trying to hide. I knew that I was witnessing something important. Out of the chariot stepped a handsome, broad shouldered man. He was obviously not Egyptian for he had golden blonde hair and skin as pale as that of my people. He was soon joined by another, equally as handsome, but much older. He was lean, and his hair was thick and white as the sand beneath the full moon, it was swept up into pony tail that fell to his lower back.
They conversed loudly in a language that I did not understand. The young man seemed to be angry at the older one but quickly calmed down. They walked to the back of the chariot and removed what looked like a large cage draped with crimson colored cloth with gold filigree. My heart leapt at the sight of it. Could it be a tribute to Pharaoh? I burned to know what was inside of that cage. What fanciful beast could these exotic men have brought to Egypt for the enjoyment of the Pharaoh himself? They wasted no time in lifting it above their heads with apparent ease and carrying it inside. The guards gave them no trouble; they two were enamored of these enigmatic strangers.
I waited impatiently for them to return, but when it began to grow dark and the rain drops grew heavy I headed for home. The whole walk back my thoughts were centered upon what could have been in the box. I grew obsessed and resolved to ask my father about the strange men and their mysterious red box. Surely he would know the answers to these questions; he had lived in many places, while I had never known anything but Egypt.
It was the rainy season in Egypt. The sun shone as strongly as ever but the approaching storms filled the air with moisture. The weather was refreshing and I felt giddy with out really knowing why. I felt the first few drops upon my head; I stuck out my tongue and tasted them. I was out with our pail, gathering water from the now bountiful Nile. I hurried from the waters edge when the wind started to pick up. The sand grains were small and smooth but when the storms threw them about they hit your skin hard enough to bruise. It sends the sand dancing around the desert, weaving about the pyramids in a celebratory dance. We would live through another year.
That’s the way it is in Egypt, feast or famine, and we were all grateful for the rain. I looked across the plain towards the magnificent silhouettes of the pyramids. I thought of the coming rain, of the benefits that my family would reap from the replenished land, and of the Pharaoh, whom Id never met sitting on his throne and thanking the gods for their kindness. Suddenly I wanted to get closer to these great temples, though it was forbidden me by my parents. They would never forgive the Egyptians for the mistreatment they gave us just because we were Jewish. I debated whether I should follow my impulse or return home obediently.
Id always secretly wondered if they were as bad as my parents made them out to be. Id never been beaten or starved or anything like that. Surely a race who was capable of such marvelous things, which took care of us, and made sure the rain came, knew the right way to go about things. Perhaps there was something to their animal headed gods? It was this that angered my people most of all, that the Egyptians denied the existence of Jehovah and put half beasts on his pedestal. I decided to find out for myself the truth about the Egyptians and started out in the direction of the Pharaohs palace.
By the time I reached it my arms were aching from having to lug the heavy pail of water. Id been tempted to empty it half way but I was already taking a serious risk. If I returned late with a half pale of water they would know that Id done something bad, and would demand to know what it was. I wiped sweat from my damp forehead and gently set the pail down. I was bent at the waist when I felt the earth tremble and heard a deep rumbling. At first I thought that it was the storm beginning in earnest, but upon turning I beheld a great chariot, drawn by six pale white horses, with great gold plated wheels, and a roof of beautifully detailed fabric which hid whoever it was inside from prying eyes, and the suns harmful rays.
It stopped before the Pharaohs palace and I dropped onto the sand, trying to hide. I knew that I was witnessing something important. Out of the chariot stepped a handsome, broad shouldered man. He was obviously not Egyptian for he had golden blonde hair and skin as pale as that of my people. He was soon joined by another, equally as handsome, but much older. He was lean, and his hair was thick and white as the sand beneath the full moon, it was swept up into pony tail that fell to his lower back.
They conversed loudly in a language that I did not understand. The young man seemed to be angry at the older one but quickly calmed down. They walked to the back of the chariot and removed what looked like a large cage draped with crimson colored cloth with gold filigree. My heart leapt at the sight of it. Could it be a tribute to Pharaoh? I burned to know what was inside of that cage. What fanciful beast could these exotic men have brought to Egypt for the enjoyment of the Pharaoh himself? They wasted no time in lifting it above their heads with apparent ease and carrying it inside. The guards gave them no trouble; they two were enamored of these enigmatic strangers.
I waited impatiently for them to return, but when it began to grow dark and the rain drops grew heavy I headed for home. The whole walk back my thoughts were centered upon what could have been in the box. I grew obsessed and resolved to ask my father about the strange men and their mysterious red box. Surely he would know the answers to these questions; he had lived in many places, while I had never known anything but Egypt.