It was another grizzly day in the Kingdom of Egypt. The citizens kept their heads covered and tried not to pass out from the burning heat that threatened to take a few lives. Even with the heat though, the city was bustling with life as people went about their days. The heat wouldn't stop them from doing what they needed to, to survive. No matter what that was.
"Hey! Stop! Thief!" The shopkeeper yelled as the figure in a black cloak pulled over their head hiding their face, as they darted down the street away from the man's stand.
You ran down the street dodging the other people on the street. Tucked under your arm was a loaf of bread that you had snatched off the man's stand. It's not like you enjoyed stealing, but you had to do something or you would die. Your parents had died when you were a child. They were simple merchants so there was no money after they died so you were tossed out into the street. You had tried to work, but no one wanted to hire an orphan or a dirty street urchin. In the end, it was steal or die. You trained and learned though trial and error how to steal and get away with it. You never took too much, just enough to get you though the day. You got your food for the day, now you just had to get to your hiding spot and you would be safe for another day.
However, it seemed that Karma wasn't on your side today. Five of the King's royal guards came out of the alley in front of you. The shopkeeper's cries had alerted them that something was wrong. The captain of the guards, a man with shaggy blonde hair and green eyes, put his hand on his sword. "Stop right there!" The guards behind him also put their hands in their swords.
You skid to a halt holding the bread tightly. "Damn." You cursed under your breath. Why did the guards have to be around in this heat? Between your hunger and the heat you were barely standing on your feet. You could out run a fat shopkeeper, but a group of well trained guards was another story. Your eyes darted around trying to figure out a way out of this. People had stopped to stare at the scene of the royal guard catching a thief. There was no way you could duck with a crowd and run if they were all standing still like that.
"Get down on your knees and put your hand in the air!" The captain ordered tightening his hold on his sword. "Obey and we wouldn't have to use force!" You gulped, you had no choice. There was no clear way to get away. You kneeled down on the ground and put the bread down before putting your hands up. "Now stay still!" The captain nodded towards one of the guards and he stepped forward with a pair of handcuffs. The guard stepped towards you and grabbed your arms roughly cuffing them behind your back. The guard then yanked you up onto your feet. The captain's grip on his sword relaxed. "Good idea listening to me boy." Well that's something; at least they hadn't realized you were a girl. Your cloak covered most of your body and hides your face. Who know what they would do to you if they knew you were a girl. "Let's get this one back." The guard standing behind you pushed you to get you to walk. You growled a bit and started to walk, the guards surrounding you to keep you from running. The guards lead you down the streets and up the palace steps.
"What is this?" A cold voice said. You looked up and saw a brown haired priest standing on the steps. His ice blue eyes were glaring daggers at you and the guards around you. "How dare you bring this trash in front of the Pharaoh." A young man stepped out from a door behind the priest. He had black, blonde and red hair that spiked up around his tan face. His deep purple eyes looked at the ground of the stairs with interest.
"I'm sorry my King." The captain of the guards quickly dropped to his knees as well as the other guards around you. You meanwhile stayed on your feet; you found yourself lost staring at the Pharaoh.
One of the guard sneered at you. "Get on your knees trash." The guard pulled at your cloak trying to pull you down, but you stayed standing.
"Sir, we should get moving." The priest insisted sending another glare at the Captain.
"Please go on ahead Seto." you felt a shiver go down your spine when you heard the Pharaoh's voice. It was deep and a bit husky.
