Words Left Unspoken

Time to Leave

Even though you held your arms up to protect yourself it didn't help. He was stronger than you. He was able to knock you down to the ground. You did your best to protect your head, but he started kicking you. You curled up into a ball to protect yourself as best as you could.

He was yelling at you, but you couldn't make out what he was saying. You wanted this to be over with, but he was angry, and it wouldn't stop. You felt him grab you by the hair and pull you to face him.

"Has anyone followed you here?" He asked.

"No! I make sure I'm never followed!!" You exclaim.

He stares you down. "If this camp is raided it will be your fault." He spat out at you.

He threw you back down. Kicking you a couple more times. After a while he calmed down and stopped beating you. You relaxed a bit, glad that was over with.

You felt some people drag you out of his tent and into yours. They helped you get into your bed and left. You decided to just sleep. You'd probably feel better in the morning.

When you woke up it was nighttime. You were sore all over and your head was pounding. You got up and went to the closest mirror. You were a little worse for wear. Your face was okay, bruised but okay. You didn't dare look over the rest of your body yet. You weren't ready to see the damage done.

You went outside your tent. You needed food and water. You managed to get to another camp resident. You asked them to help you get some water and food. They were kind enough to get you what you needed. You then asked what happened while you were asleep.

They told you that you had been asleep for two days. In that time Bakura went out with his henchmen. They went to get surveillance on the Pharaohs Palace and came back just a little while ago. Apparently, they were planning something big.

You finished up your water and headed back to your tent. You couldn't believe how long you had been out. You were tired of this life. You were angry. It was time to leave. You didn't care if Bakura killed you for leaving. Death would be better than getting beat every other day.

You started to pack some of your things into a satchel. Only what you would need to start up life somewhere new. Somewhere far away from here. But what of the others in the camp. They relied on you to bring in some money and get them supplies.

The Egyptians in the city would never let them go about getting supplies peacefully. You battled yourself. Suffer here and help the people or leave. As much as you hated it, you'd have to stay. At least until you were sure everyone could get by without you.

A scream from outside broke you from your thoughts. Maybe another cobra got into camp. Then you heard men shouting and more people screaming. You ran outside to see what was happening.

It was a raid. Medjay and Bakura's henchman were fighting. Others were being arrested or fleeing into the desert. One of the Medjay notice you standing there and starts towards you. You run back into your tent. You gather your satchel and a dagger. You cut a slit in the back and run out through it.

You wanted a chance to run away from this life and this was your chance. You didn't want it like this, but you'd never get another chance. You made a run for the desert. You looked back to see the Medjay run after you. He stopped in his tracks soon after though. You were a good distance away.

That's when you hit the reason he stopped chasing you. You ran into Priest Seto. Luck was just not something you were well acquainted with. Before you could run away from him, he grabbed your wrist. He called over the Medjay to come and take you.

You tried your best to get away from them. His grip tightened as you struggled, and you stopped when it felt like he was going to break it. The Medjay soon reached you and tied your hands together. He led you over to a cart filled with others from the camp that didn't escape.

As it filled up, you were transported to the prison. When you arrived, you were put into a small room underground. It had one small window near the top. You were the only put into the cell. You walked over to the bed. There was nothing else to do now but sleep.

It was hard to fall asleep. Your body ached and your mind was restless. Others were screaming or crying out. Many of the guards would shout back at them to quiet down. With all the noise you were surprised you even fell asleep.

In the morning you were woken up and given food. Ful Medames, bread and grape juice. You ate and sat in your bed. You surveyed the room. There wasn't much, it was all rock. The window was taller than you and there wasn't much hope of looking out of it.

As the day went on, people were still crying out to be freed. You recognized some voices, but you weren't sure if it was just making things up. That's when you heard the guards tell you that they were coming in.

Two of them came in and grabbed your arms. They walk you out of your cell and into the hall. They lead you to a room with a table and chairs. At the table you see Priest Seto. The guards sit you down across from him.

You watch him prepare his papers and reed pen. You were nervous. Just a few days ago you were dancing for him and the Pharaoh. Then you tried to kill the Pharaoh. Did he know it was you? Finally, he looked up you.

"What's your name?" He asked.

You debated giving him your real name. If you were going to be punished for a crime, might as well give them a name to write down. You told him your name. You didn't even look him in the eye. You could feel his eyes burning into you.

"What were you doing at that camp?" He asked.

"I live there." You responded quietly.

"Did you know that an enemy of Egypt was living amongst you?" He asked.

"Yes." You said.

"Do you know where the thief Bakura is?" He asked.

"You didn't capture him?" You asked, horrified that he's still free.

"No. Do you know of any of his plans?" He asked.

"He wants the Pharaoh and his descendants dead. Apparently, he has something big planned. You need to capture him. He'll stop at nothing." You pleaded.

He scribbled some things down. You watched; you weren't able to read very well but that still didn't stop you from snooping. He stopped and looked back at you. His stare lasted for a while and it made you a little uncomfortable.

"I recognize you from somewhere." He said.

"Maybe you've seen me in passing in the street." You said. You didn't want him to know you were at the banquet.

"How did you end up in that camp?" He asked.

"I was taken in by them at a young age." You replied.

"Where are you from?" He asked.

"You won't believe me." You replied.

"Just answer." He demanded.

"A small village outside Asyut. It no longer exist. It was burned to the ground by slave traders." You responded.

"You survived that fire?" He asked.

"Just barely. A woman I worked for helped me escape." You replied.

"Did you see the dragon? Were there other survivors? Who did you work for? What else do you remember from that day?" He asked quickly.

Just as you were trying to answer, you were interrupted. Guards burst into the room and informed Seto that Bakura had been captured. Fear and joy ran through you. Glad that he was caught but scared that he might find out you talked to Priest Seto about him.

Priest Seto got up and gathered his belongings. He looked at you and said he would talk to you later. He told the guards to take you back to your cell and left. You were taken back to your cell and left to your own thoughts. How did he know about the dragon?