It's Always Your Choice

Awakening To A New World

She had expected for things to stay within the line of ordinary for once, that trouble wouldn't follow her round, as it did wherever she located herself in Paris. Yet, her curiosity had gotten the better hold of her, and even when being led on a tour, she'd gone, and messed things up, in a way she knew was unforgivable.

Surprise jolted through her, eyes scanning the liquid-sunshine-like hair of the male in front of her, whose eyes glistened in sheer confusion, clearly taken aback by her sudden appearance, a thing which was to be expected. After all, he had been laying in a golden coffin, in a room ceased with darkness, except from the light that radiated from her flashlight. She hadn't meant to open the case he'd been laying in, much less see a living person, with no wrinkle, or joint ache climb out, and glare at her, as if she disturbed his nap.

The tension in her shoulders relaxed in the slightest way, taking in that ire was no longer settled in his glistening orbs, but a clear demanding of reason. Shaking her head, she tried to tone down the fiery blush that was making its way across her face, knowing well that she had just seemingly woken up an ancient Egyptian demigod, for their was no other way he'd still be alive.

A hefty sigh followed, as the male took a step forward to examine the bluenette, before pronouncing words that felt as if they came from a made up language. The close proximity, even though should have been used to detect what message he'd wanted to pass across, made those of bluebell fall upon the mask around his eyes, the golden pieces he wore, accompanied by a black skirt, and the wig in his hands.

With a final huff of confidence she met his eye, letting the genuine feeling of regret fall into her voice. "I-I'm sorry to have woken you up, from what seemed like a cozy slumber. But, you see, I truly can't decode what your trying to tell me." The young adult, rather to be the same in age, seemed to understand what she said, this time spewing the same words, in the language she came to be quite familiar with.

"When father spoke on the fact that he thought that going to sleep, for decades upon decades, would do the country well, the only emotion I should have portrayed was scepticism. Alas, that is not what happened, and here I am, to what I presume is Egypt now? I have learned to lead that of foreign language enough, to know that whatever your holding, must be about my country now. Tell me, did my father summon you to come collect me?" Came his reply, in an accent that she couldn't help but, find attractive.

Face flushed, she opened her mouth, only to have words stumble out, in an order to jumbled for the mind to process. "I you see, the t-tour guide turned away from the wa-wall, h-had signs, and curious m-me pushed one, and fell down flight of stairs, to s-see a coffin g-gold. I didn't m-mean to wake you u-up, and when the head opened, I wa-wasn't excepting you be l-live. Wh-who are y-you? You seem to come from the pa-past, b-but your y-young-" she gasped at the feeling of his finger being pressed against her lips, and the small smile that danced across his face. The room looked as if he where glowing like the sun in her eyes, as his mouth opened to let out a few chuckles from her reaction.

"Prince Noir, and I take that you have no clue of how coffins work." He spoke, before howling in laughter. Tomato red, freckles standing out, she pouted, as he continued his antics of clinging to a nearby pole, in order to stop himself from toppling over. With a single thought in head, she quipped back with ease, no stutter in sight. "Then I guess you'll just have to teach me."

A smile so full exploded across his face, causing her knees to feel as if they'd give away. After some time she noticed, her flashlight wasn't the only thing emitting light, and that there was no a hole in the ceiling, where the sun's rays peeked through to aluminate the room. Her eyes flipped back to grace his face, taking note, that while he may be centuries old, he still seemed to be armed with the naivety of one young. A silent note was paced between the two, before the lasting silence was broken with a line that brought her to the climax of mustering her laugh.

"That would be one of a wise choice, and a thing which might just stop you from waking up, yet a handful of the royal family, and guards."

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You may have noticed, if familiar with Edendaphne's posts on Instagram, that the drawing above was indeed made by her, and a supposed scene from an AU she was reading at the time. The truth of why I designed this chapter, is due to the fact of how much the book appealed, and the ongoing disappointment I had, at not being able to find it online. So, with some sense of understanding, I decided that I'd create my own demigod/prince fanfic, to satisfy my curiosity, based off of the drawing, and small description of what the book may have been like.

~🐆Leopard9011