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It´ll be a long story (as I always apologize if there´re mistakes, in all daily stories by the way, cause English is my third language and corrections will always be welcome). Also mention that the story has a little connection with ancient Egypt, although the interpretation is free.
#10 Shagar I [CLOSED]
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You´re happy, really happy even with the enormous weight of an entire country on your shoulders. Your heir has just been born, your wife - the queen - is an intelligent and bold woman. Diplomatic dialogues have brought peace with the bordering country. These years have been quite productive, much harvest was collected and taxes were lowered. People seem to be happier, more than with the reign of your father Anahtor III. It cannot be said that he was a tyrant, however the country lost integrity on all sides. The population emigrated, there were years of very good harvests, followed by years of very bad harvests and yet the taxes only went up, suffocating people even more. The rivers dried up and the wells rotted. The birth rate fell and neighboring countries rubbed their hands to set foot on the territory. The king, however, sank more and more in religion, until performing blood rituals, dark events that you witnessed several times. Then you had nightmares and the king just looked at you with a certain irony, his gaze said " kid, you´ll have to do it too". No, you haven´t to do any of this. In fact, you turned away the rites of society, leaving freedom for those who want to do so as for those who don´t believe in the pantheon.
The 20 years of your reign, the country flourished in another way. Your wife left the world a few years ago and that is when everything changed flatly. You didn't expect anything that was going to happen and less from the hands of your own son. Your relationship was always close, you always tried to give him what your father didn´t give you: attention and security. However, when his mother died he seemed to move away from you too. You didn't know where he got those superstitions, but he blamed you as a heretic, "they've punished her for your lack of faith," he said. Then a young lady appeared in our lives. The counselors had a clear idea that there had to be a new queen. You had no desire, because no one would live up to your late wife. But the seed of jealousy flourished in the heart of your son. The youth in its best representation, he fell in love with the candidate.
The counselors kept pushing, you had no choice but to accept. Hell began there, although you didn't know it. In the best of traditions, you were stabbed in the heart. Poetically, of course. You found your son with your wife and did nothing, because then you understood the hate you read in his eyes. You didn't care anyway, there was no love. If it wasn't for the queen, she had too many ambitions and she knew she couldn't handle you as she pleased, but a young king with no experience, yes. What could a young man in love do? Help her of course, even if it literally meant stabbing his own father, for whom he already professed too much hate. They poison you, don't know how but you know it and the worse you felt, the more pain the happiness in your own child's eyes caused you. You´ve never had much affection for your father, but you haven´t had hatred either and you never wished him death. So, you could only smile sadly. The counselors were alarmed, they sent you doctors who sent you back, because if they found out about your status, the one who would be guilty would be beheaded even as an heir.
Your last day has arrived, you don't know why but you pray, more it seems a conversation with the deities. You reason and argue and you realize that it seems crazy. You see how your wife enters and brings you a tea, with a look full of concern, the national theater is losing a very talented actress. You drink tea and you know it´ll be the last. You lie down and call your son, he approaches you without hiding the smile of triumph. You answer with another, sadder. Then you see that he understands that you know everything, but you no longer see or hear what happens, darkness comes...
You hear a song, a choir, that goes up and down, goes up and down, it's like a charm or a prayer. The voices unite and separate, one stands out and others follow, They wrap you and take you out of the darkness. But you still see nothing. You're in a coffin, of course you can't see anything, you scold yourself of stupidity. You cannot move and you understand that you´re mumified. Ancient tradition that is still being done with the kings, thankfully that at least they haven´t put tons of objects on top for you, to take to the other world. How long have you been mummified, you wonder, one day maybe? You could call someone. Lifting the lid is going to be impossible, it was sealed to prevent entry of undesirable things. Then the air would not be either. You are dead then. "No, no, no" resonates in your head.
You've been meditating for a few hours, you don't feel hungry or thirsty, or anything. You can't touch yourself, clearly. You try to get an arm out of the bandages and creak. You listen, hiss "Have you brought the instruments?" "Yes, do you think there will be gold?" Looters, what fun. You wait peacefully, it takes a long time to open the sarcophagus, newbies. Light peeks out little by little, you keep waiting. "There is nothing!" "There must be!" They turn you around like a baby in diapers, "I was telling you there is nothing and even if there was, they´ve already taken it." You understand that 30 years have passed, even the looters had their own laws, don´t disturb the dead before 30 years have passed for example. They turn you around again. One of the thieves suddenly looks at you, you don't know how, but he looks you in the eyes and he is paralyzed. "Laster, let's go!" He doesn´t respond, you look at him, but it´s as if you look at what is inside of him, beyond the eyes and the material. That is when you get hungry. You no longer hear, as the second guy shouts, try to pull his friend, who seems petrified. "Damn ... graves ... I said" you hear chunks of phrases, while absorbing that throbbing light inside the so-called Laster. A heat runs through your own body and you hear the bandages creak, some breaks. You manage to free an arm, what a pleasure for God!
Now is when third thief enters the scene, shouts drowned and stops paralyzed on the steps looking at his crime friends. One turned into stone and the other climbing numerous steps. "Run! Get out of here!" he yell, but the third looks into your eyes. You don't know how, but you come down with ease from the sarcophagus and call him with the free hand you´ve. If that can be called hand. Bones, covered with black tissues and something in blue flames that throbs and shines. Miracle, the looter approaches and keeps looking, as if seeing a new wonder. The only one in his right mind, shouts from the entrance swearing and runs.
You leave the second hand free, it´s in better condition, some skin appears. You look at the statue alive and again, consume the light of his soul? Delicious, the only thing you can think of. You laugh. You sound like a rusty door. Great. You look at the reflection in the coffin and realize that you still have your head bandaged. Gradually you take off all of this. It´s not so bad, although pieces of skin are missing, but you´ve caught the trick.
When you went outside, you had no idea what to do. The second thief, was not at the end so intelligent he stood at the door waiting and helped to finish completing your appearance. At least you knew three things: first you're not alive, because your heart is no longer beating. Second, people fulfilled what you said. Third, you needed to drink whatever they carry inside to satisfy hunger. A fun life awaits you. You took the clothes of the thief, and you came down.
You didn't feel tired, because the Silence city as they called it, where both the nobility and the peasants were deposited, was quite far from the metropolis. You walked hours or days, sometimes you met people and you listened to rumors, news, whatever allows you to orient yourself. You learned that during those 37 years, the queen is Aloisa I. Yes exactly, your second wife. They said that she handled her husband to her liking, offering revision of the laws and in the end she received the power, leaving her husband almost as mere secretary so as not to provoke the discontent of the counselors. At least they are still there and at least your son is alive. You sigh...
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