The last days
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,455
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.
Greece 3
~Greece~
I knew we had arrived in Egypt when the heat became unbearable. I was filled with loathing for Marcellus and my father for shutting me up in this cage like an animal while they road in luxury. As I sat bunched in the corner of my little prison I practiced in my head what I would say to Pharaoh. I was sure that my Father had planned a long and elaborate speech but I felt that if I could make a good first impression and display my intelligence that I would be thought of as more than a rare trinket. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what the Pharaohs court would be like, I imagined all the foreign eyes moving over me, criticizing me like a bit of Persian carpet, and I shuddered.
The cloth covering me was not to be removed until we were directly before Pharaoh, I would have no more than a few seconds to let my eyes adjust to the light and orient myself before I was expected to perform. Oh yes, my father had done his mightiest to make a fool out of me, and a king out of Marcellus. Still my brother had secretly promised to buy me as much time as he could.
Thinking of him drew my thoughts away from the imminent transaction and I felt an aching loneliness in my chest. Marcellus, how I would miss him! I wished only for father to hurry up and die so that he might rule only as he saw fit. I burned to free Marcellus from my father’s strings. Still the only way that I could help him was to do as he asked and secure our alliance with Egypt and perform the duty I had been given to the best of my ability so that I might return with honor. I imagined a look of pride on Marcellus’s face, a public embrace. In private he was free to be affectionate with me but in public he had been cruel and distant, but I would change all that. I was filled with a sudden resolve and suddenly I knew my path. I prayed to Apollo for strength.
One day Marcellus and I would rule compassionately and effectively, our names would spread through the continent and we would be loved and admired by all who knew us. I was jolted out of my aspirations by the chariot coming to a sudden and complete stop. I swallowed; my throat was dry. I heard Marcellus and father argue for a few moments but the great shroud around me muffled the words, then I felt myself lifted and carried off. My heart began to pound. It was time. The shroud was lifted an inch beside me and I saw my brothers eyes. He gave me an encouraging wink before once again leaving me in the crimson-tinted darkness.
I knew we had arrived in Egypt when the heat became unbearable. I was filled with loathing for Marcellus and my father for shutting me up in this cage like an animal while they road in luxury. As I sat bunched in the corner of my little prison I practiced in my head what I would say to Pharaoh. I was sure that my Father had planned a long and elaborate speech but I felt that if I could make a good first impression and display my intelligence that I would be thought of as more than a rare trinket. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what the Pharaohs court would be like, I imagined all the foreign eyes moving over me, criticizing me like a bit of Persian carpet, and I shuddered.
The cloth covering me was not to be removed until we were directly before Pharaoh, I would have no more than a few seconds to let my eyes adjust to the light and orient myself before I was expected to perform. Oh yes, my father had done his mightiest to make a fool out of me, and a king out of Marcellus. Still my brother had secretly promised to buy me as much time as he could.
Thinking of him drew my thoughts away from the imminent transaction and I felt an aching loneliness in my chest. Marcellus, how I would miss him! I wished only for father to hurry up and die so that he might rule only as he saw fit. I burned to free Marcellus from my father’s strings. Still the only way that I could help him was to do as he asked and secure our alliance with Egypt and perform the duty I had been given to the best of my ability so that I might return with honor. I imagined a look of pride on Marcellus’s face, a public embrace. In private he was free to be affectionate with me but in public he had been cruel and distant, but I would change all that. I was filled with a sudden resolve and suddenly I knew my path. I prayed to Apollo for strength.
One day Marcellus and I would rule compassionately and effectively, our names would spread through the continent and we would be loved and admired by all who knew us. I was jolted out of my aspirations by the chariot coming to a sudden and complete stop. I swallowed; my throat was dry. I heard Marcellus and father argue for a few moments but the great shroud around me muffled the words, then I felt myself lifted and carried off. My heart began to pound. It was time. The shroud was lifted an inch beside me and I saw my brothers eyes. He gave me an encouraging wink before once again leaving me in the crimson-tinted darkness.