Don't Let Go

Ancient Memories

"Sandsonite!" A familiar voice called out to him. "Sandsonite!" she called again. "Rose...she's in trouble." Sandy sat up abruptly. He shook the sand off his upper body while his lower half was still emerged. Looking around he was no longer in his school lot, and there were no evil spirits covering his body. He was in a rather familiar place. Sand stretched thousands of miles wide and a city with pyramids could be seen in the distance. "Sandsonite!" The voice called more irritated this time. "Rose!" He said happy to know she was safe, but when he turned it wasn't Rose. The girl's black hair wore the traditional Egyptian style with beads hanging from her strands. She wore a white shirt like bra with a gold necklace attached to it. Her white skirt held slits on both sides. A woven basket full of food was held in the inside of her left arm. "What an odd name. Who's Rose?"

She seemed much taller than him, but then he remembered he was still in the sand. Speaking again she grasped his attention "Hehe. I guess that's why they call you Sandy." She held out her hand showing the golden bands around her tan arms. He grabbed her hand helping him up. Looking at his clothing he was also wearing a similar skirt with a blue, purple, and gold garment wrapped around it. Peeking her head into his face she asked "Are you alright?" Looking at the girl in bewilderment Sandy tried to figure out who she was. "Don't remember my name huh? It's alright I know a lot of women come in and out of your life everyday." She looked sad, so Sandy started to feel bad. He grabbed her chin gently forcing her to look up at him. In an instant he now knew the girl. Her hazel eyes enhanced with the traditional eye make-up on. Face always holding a serene look.  "Anaxa Na look I'm sorry things just came back to me. And I'm not handling it too well." Worrying for him she tugged on his arm "Well come on let's get you out of the heat. I'll take you back too your room."

He remembered now he was back in ancient Egypt.

The streets were full and busy. Anaxa Na spoke as we passed through the crowds. "I love it when the streets are so lively." Sandy nodded his head in agreement "Yes very exciting." He still tried to think of how he got back to his time as the girl guided him back to his room. The mysterious girl laughed saying "The God's would laugh at your strange behavior."

Sandy slightly chuckled "Yeah gods..."
They stopped in the center of the town where it grew extremely busy. Sandy eyes widened at what was about to happen. Anaxa Na grew irritated, because she could not see over the people. "Hey? What's going on?"

A very slender man had a carbon piece of paper in his hand. "PEOPLE OF EGYPT HERE MY WORDS. THIS MAN IS BEING CHARGED WITH PETTY THEFT. THEREFORE HIS SENTENCE IS DEATH. PUBLIC EXECUTION OF BEHEADING SHALL COMMENCE NOW." He put the paper down looking at the old man. "Any last words?"

The man was being held down by two guards. And others were surrounding him. "Y-yes, it was only a loaf of bread. I was hungry. You must understand."

The man nonchalantly said "No I'm afraid I don't understand the crimes of criminals." He spoke back to the public "LET THIS BE A LESSON TO THOSE WHO TRY TO DEFY JUSTICE!" He nodded his head to the executioner. The man steadied his sword.

Sandy had to make a move. He began pushing through the crowd. As the man brought down his sword. Anaxa Na covered her eyes expecting the worst, but then she heard a clashing sound.

"What are you doing Camarion? How dare you interrupt!" Sandy had saved the man. "Executing an old man whose days are few, because he was hungry can't be right." Sandy helped the man up. The slender man pointed his finger "This is an act of treason!"

"Watch your tone! You are only a greedy Nomarch, and I am a Vizier. You are under me." The man shut up. The crowds watched in amazement. Sandy shouted to the crowd "Who did this poor man grab a loaf of bread from?" The crowd was silent. They didn't know the Vizier was such a young man. Since the crowd didn't say anything Sandy asked the poor man "Sir, who did you take from?"