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Sahara
Aug 13, 2008 11:39:48 GMT -6
Post by Yaoiboy on Aug 13, 2008 11:39:48 GMT -6
A man sat by the fire in the circle of caravans, while the merchents he traveled with celebrated the near arrival to Egypt, an eastern port city, which required crossing the treacherous desert.
He was not celebrating.
For his companions this journey would end in trading unique wood for gold and silk and ivory, which would make them rich in there homeland of Atlaya.
For him returning to Egypt meant standing before the high walls of the palace gazing at the highest tower, were once the greatest treasure in the world had wispered his name, and reminding the Pharoah of his shame.
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Sahara
Aug 13, 2008 11:50:49 GMT -6
Post by Groks on Aug 13, 2008 11:50:49 GMT -6
Ah...a new story. That came out of the blue...and even in third person. I'm impressed.
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Sahara
Oct 18, 2008 18:51:03 GMT -6
Post by Yaoiboy on Oct 18, 2008 18:51:03 GMT -6
Running, ducking, diving, to the shadows, out of sight, away from the guards. He thought to himself, he had gotten so far tonight, to far to turn back, and he was to young to get caught. The palace of Egypt was huge, an enourmous edifice to the power of the Pharoah. The palace was built of some of the most impressive stone from every corner of the Empire, a sandy stone that gleamed in the light. But now at near midnight the only light came from the smokey torches. kept burning for the guards on there late patrol, or for young noble teenagers sneeking away for a night of rutting, he had seen both this night, from the shadows. Dressed in dark clothing, with a dark cloth wrapped arount the lower part of his face. He snuck around corners and up stair wells sometimes flipping the hair out of his eyes. His hair was getting long, nearly covering his eyes, it needed to be cut, but that could wait. Just a few more floors to go.
He crawled along the final flight of stairs, and looked over the top. There was a guard sitting in a chair, a table in front of him held what looked like an empty mug of beer. His head was tipped back, revealing a small amount of stubble in the smokey light, for all purposes he appeared to be asleep. He saw to the left of the guard a heavy, dark, wood door. With badly rusted hinges. Damn. That door would probably squeak enough to wake the whole palace.
He snuck up to the guard and slit his throat, no pain, instant death. He had hopped not to have to kill anyone. He moved to open the door, he had been right, it sqeaked.
He entered a half-circular chamber with a small bed and a small window above it. Book cases flanked the door on either side. a boy maybe fifteen years old lay on the bed. The thiefs eyes widened in surprise. on the bed was a boy. The boy was beautiful, with pale ivory skin, and silky white hair like the hair inside of corn husks. A small, cute nose, and pouty mouth. He would have been perfect, if he weren't albino. The myth of albino curse went back to Egypt's ancient past. when people were nomadic, albinos couldn't survive for long in Egypts harsh sun. So the myth spread that Albinos were cursed by the gods, to end the family line. This is the treasure inside the highest tower? An albino? The thief was incredulous. Why would he need to hide? The boy stirred and awoke, rising up onto his arms, he looked at him with pink nearly red eyes. Freakish, and yet, strangely attractive.
(Oooh cliffhanger... you won't ever find out what happens next, unless it gets published. the next chapter is very... Hot.)
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Sahara
Oct 19, 2008 17:44:28 GMT -6
Post by Groks on Oct 19, 2008 17:44:28 GMT -6
Yes, do write more. I want to see what happens. Um....is "damb" a swear word???
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Sahara
Nov 19, 2008 20:28:45 GMT -6
Post by Yaoiboy on Nov 19, 2008 20:28:45 GMT -6
finally done!!!
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Sahara
Nov 20, 2008 8:02:10 GMT -6
Post by Groks on Nov 20, 2008 8:02:10 GMT -6
Yes. Thank you for restraining yourself and not posting the "hotness" of what comes next. ;D Though I would have liked to hear more of the story (minus the hot)( ;D).
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