☥A 'Two-Souled' Prince☥

Chapter 1

            Kane's scream echoed through the throne room as he flung himself over the coffin, starting to sob as his king's men left. Leaving the prince, the messenger, and the queen in the room alone. Kane's body beginning to turn pink in the sun from previous lack of exposure. A rough hand pulled him back and he screamed loudly, a large guard held him to his chest as they passed over the necklace his father wore, the symbol of Ra. It took only moment to drag him to his room, the door closed as he sat on his bed.... He was defeated and broken...
A servant worked carefully with his body, a body everyone knew was blessed, his hair was white and his body was extremely pale. Unlike the rest of them all, dark haired and skinned.... The servant working rubbed salve on his skin before carefully taking the necklace and putting it on Kane's neck. "Rest well my king...."

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            The burial went terribly for the young male, his heart was torn in two, his father had been his friend, supporter, and his teacher... Now all of that was gone, leaving the male with a terrible feeling to his heart. One of mourning and loss, emptiness and pain. He thanked the gods his mother did not take the usual oath many took at marriage here... One that stayed when their other half was dead, they would be killed and disemboweled before being mummified along with their spouse. For once the prince was glad to have his mother.

            Kane was dressed in unusual attire for Egyptians... He was entirely covered, his make-up winged and done with kohl, gold painted to match Rah's eye around Kane's own... He slowly pulled up the good as they headed to his father's tomb, the ride was slow, the carriage was silent, and the prince was solemn still yet. How could the gods take such a precious soul to the lands so soon? A man that would have changed their Earth to the better, found a way to count the sands and number the stars... But he was snatched away before he began to start.

            The following month was one of mourning for Kane, he spent time in his temple. High above the earth, the open area shaded with sheer cloths that shook with the winds... His limbs and body was decorated with henna as he wept on the ground, at the foot of a closed shrine. Though his gods gave no answer why his father was stolen away, leaving Kane a kingdom, and an eye of rah, one his father always wore... And now Kane would hold dear to.

            This lasted many days, servants tried to feed him, the boy could only manage to intake the sweet wines and juices, along with water... But even this was luxurious to his body, starving and weak... Stained with henna as he stayed on the floor, weeping. Nothing could bring his father home, no one was able to steal the sun from the sky... Such a process could kill the one who dared to try. "Father... Oh father why did you go? Father please... Return to me... Return to your people! You can not be dead! It is not that simple!!" He screamed to the heavens as he gave up his hope and his wishes. In his time of need, his gods never answered, thus... He felt defeated and alone.

            The next day caused a mass panic among the kingdom, word that the prince fell seriously ill spread like a sandstorm, fast and nearly as deadly as the rumors. Kane was found on his back, an arm over his chest and his head rolled to the side, previously when checked on he was on his knees, leaning to the ground, a cushion protecting his skin from scraping. He was found unconscious and unresponsive, his skin even worse the  usual... His mother sent him to his bed and had a chair placed for her at his bedside. The announcement of his illness had been announced with fear...

            "Please! Pray to the gods that they will not take my son as well! We need a king! I need my boy!" Was her plea, her desperate cry before she too was rushed to check with Kane... His skin was hot and his fingers trembled with fever...  He was fed slowly with soup, given herbs and remedies... Though he seemed to get worse... As Kane had given up, so had his body...

            The days became numbered by a doctor, if Kane were not to begin to show signs of waking... Surely... He'd be dead very soon..  Hopes began to dwindle, the realization of being vulnerable to kingdoms around came to pass, Kane's kingdom came to a still as everyone prayed, everyone came to await news.

            "Kane... Please... I know the loss of your father tore you, but please... Take his throne... Follow his lead... Be the man he taught you about, become him." His mother whispers, begging her son to come back, gripping his hand as she laid her head on his chest. As she waited the males breathing increased slowly, wider, easier breaths came to view... And his hand moved in response...

            Though it took two days, Kane was able to attend his mothers announcement of his recovery on shaky legs. Dressed in his covered cloak he waved slowly to the kingdom and then was laid to rest again. "Mother... Do you think Rah is mad with us? Cursing us with  fathers death? Why take a man at his age, so young and... And..." The words trailed away as the queen brushed back the boy's hair.

            "I do not know, but the thing I do know, is that your father is with rah. The man he was designed to vessel for. He rises with the god, and sleeps as he sleeps, just as your able to catch the glimpse of him disappearing to the sands... He whispers to you my son... He tells you as he always did. 'Goodnight, rah will wake with you tomorrow.' And that... Is where your father is." The queen finished, slowly standing and walking out, leaving Kane to stare to his curtains, watching the dying light through them.

            "Sleep well Rah..."

((So this was a filler chapter, sorry it bounced around.))