The Prince of Egypt: Half Breed

Deliver Us

The fanfiction you are about to read is an adaptation of the Exodus story.

Me and my friend try to stay as true to the Bible as we can be, as well as the essence, values and integrity of a story that is a cornerstone of faith for millions of people worldwide.

The biblical story of Moses can be found in the book of Exodus. Skylar belongs to me.

Thousands of years ago, before the birth of Jesus Christ, in the land and time of what is now called Ancient Egypt, there lived a group.

They were foreigners in this land. Their beliefs setting them apart from the natural residents of the land. They were called the Hebrews. The slaves of the Egyptians.

Under the blazing, unrelenting sun of the desert sky, thousands of Hebrews were put to work. Laboring from dawn til dusk in the name of the pharaoh. Pulling the hulking head of statue made in the image of the reigning Pharaoh. The ruler they were forced to serve with their sweat and blood as the slave drivers whips stung and bit into their flesh.

Drops of blood falling like tears to the sand below as they slave drivers barked orders at them. Demanding them to go faster with every passing second.

Mud. Sand. Water. Straw. Faster!

Wading through the mud, Hebrews packed and mixed together with their feet a combination of the mud along with sand, water and straw. Creating what would become the bricks to lay the foundation of the great monuments they were forced to build. Others dumped the sand, water, and straw while they mixed it together. Some of the water landed upon the backs of some of the slaves in the mud pit, making them lose their balance and fall in the mud and the slave drivers whipped them for the halt in their work. Ordering them to go faster.

Mud, and lift. Sand, and pull. Water, and raise up. Straw.

Taking the mixture, many other slaves put the brick mixture in molds to make the bricks while the others carried a load of them to where the monuments were being built and many other slaves dug through the sand with pick axes.

Near the Nile, slaves pulled large vats of water from the river. At the construction site, others lifted the bricks up to the slaves building the monuments. All the while, the creating of the mixture never ending as slaves threw straw in the mixing area yet again.

"Faster!" The slave driver yelled, whipping an older man as the others went around the fallen man, fearing being whipped themselves if they should stop to aid him.

As the slaves worked, they sang out loud. Their song a prayer and plea to their god, hoping to reach him up in the heavens. Another slave driver whipped a Hebrew, who was nearly exhausted from carrying a load on his shoulders. Only wanting a moment's rest but punished for it.

With the sting of the whip on my shoulder
With the salt of my sweat on my brow
Elohim, God on High
Can you hear your people cry?
Help us now
This dark hour

All throughout Egypt, slaves worked harder and harder get through their work. Many slaves were carrying heavy sacks on their backs. The slave drivers observing them from above. The lines of slaves moving like ants. Easily squished in the eyes of the Egyptian overseers. While others lifted the materials. Outside, pulling countless ropes, they pulled a statue up to mount the colossal monument of an Egyptian god. Their holds loosening as they lost the ropes, many backing away in fear the statue would fall upon them, crushing them to death. Some muttering quick prayers before they noticed the state halt, safe and secure.

Deliver us
Here our call
Deliver us
Lord of all, remember us here in this burning sand

Along the lines carrying the heavy sacks, an old man collapsed on the ground. His frail bones unable to support himself, much less the loads. Exhausted, thirsting under the sun, his hand reaching out for help, or water, for any sign of mercy. Anything to free him from his suffering before he could die from exhaustion. Coming to his aid, a younger man grabbed his hand, and helped him up. He comforted him until a slave driver came over, and shoved the two slaves to make them get back to work. The slave drivers keeping a close eye on the rest of the slaves.

Deliver us
There's a land you promised us
Deliver us to the promised land!

Across, the Nile, at the Hebrew village outside the city, Egyptian soldiers were swarming around the streets. With the growth of more Hebrew babies being born, the Pharaoh feared that one day, the Hebrew population would rise against him, so he ordered the guards to rid the Hebrews of newborn baby boys, only to spare the girls. From one of the homes, a woman wearing a royal blue dress and red scarf draping her head as she held something close to her scarf.

Looking fearfully back and forth from her window and the bundle she held protectively, watching the shadows of soldiers ran through the streets grew ever closer. Moving away from the window, the woman sang in Hebrew.

Yal-di ha-tov veh ha-rach. Al ti-ra vel al tif-chad.

In her hut were her two children, a girl and a boy, watching her. She brought her scarf back, revealing a baby boy. She sang to the baby as she wrapped a blanket from his cradle around him to keep him warm. Swaddling him as she held the baby close to her heart.

My son, I have nothing I can give
But this chance that you may live
I pray we'll meet again
If 'He' will deliver us

Ushering her children close to her, the mother and the children heard screams of other women. The mother couldn't help but look outside again to see whether or not the soldiers were coming. The wails of other mothers for the loss of their children echoing in her ears. The soldiers searched through the village, stormed into the Hebrew homes, took away and killed every baby boy they could find. One of them shoved a Hebrew mother out of his way and came over to where her newborn son was and took him away, and he left the house as the woman cried over the loss of her child. The mother and her children snuck out of the house while she hid her newborn in her scarf and Miriam, her daughter, carried a basket in her arms.

Deliver us
Hear our prayer
Deliver us
From despair, these years of slavery grow too cruel to stand

When the coast was clear, the family ran through the streets, alleys, and shadows to find a way out of the village. They came to a stop and the mother pulled Aaron, her son, over to her when they saw more soldiers running above the streets. When they were gone, the family kept running through the streets until they were out of the village. But they did not stop their trek. They ran across a small part of the desert to the Nile and hid in the reeds to make sure they weren't seen.

Deliver us
There's a land you promised us
Deliver us, out of bondage and....
Deliver us to the promised land

Ever careful to make sure no one had followed them, they hid deep in the reeds until they got to the shore. As Miriam set the basket near the water and lifted the lid. The baby started to cry and the mother comforted him. She sang to him softly as she placed him in the basket.

Hush now, my baby
Be still love, don't cry
Sleep as you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember my last lullaby
So I'll be with you when you dream

The baby moved around in the blanket and gripped his mother's finger gently. Slowly losing his grip as he started drifting to sleep. She leaned to kiss her baby on the head for the last time and closed the basket as the infant yawned and fell asleep. Once her son was safely inside, the mother went into the water and placed the basket down on it and sent it drifting down the river. Her hands lingering on the basket she had tightly crafted so not a drop of water would leak through and touch her child. Hesitant to leave her child's fate out of her hands. As the water carried the basket away, her hand reaching for it slightly before holding herself back from picking it back up.

River, oh river
Flow gently for me
Such precious cargo you bear
Do you know somewhere he can live free?
River, deliver him there...

As the mother finished her song, tears of sadness flowed down her cheeks, saddened at giving up her beloved child. Her heart tearing itself apart. She hated to be separated from her beloved child, but knew she could not hide him from the soldiers forever. It was necessary if her child was to even have a chance of living.

Worried for her baby brother, Miriam followed the basket down the river through the reeds to make nothing happened while her baby brother was in there. The basket drifted down the river while some monkeys, sitting on a branch, watched the basket drift past them. A bunch of fish jumped out of the water and birds flew over it.

The Nile truly beautiful.

But where there is beauty, there is also danger, a giant Nile crocodile jumped out of the water, hoping for a bit of the fish that swam away sensing the danger nearby. Escaping the jaws, the basket was pushed and tossed this way and that as a bunch of hippos came out of the water and started fighting each other. The basket and it's cargo jumping over them, safe for now.

Pushing the reeds away, Miriam rushed to keep up with the basket and gasped as she saw it drift near the fishing boats. The fishermen pulled in the net full up while the basket fell out of the net and back into the water and drifted through the other boats. Miriam ran into the river, hoping to save the basket, but she stopped and watched as the people in the barges rowed their paddles and the basket drifted through the strokes as two barges passed each other. As the basket weaved through them, she gasped when she saw the basket head towards the prow of the boat.

The boat came past the basket and the waves it made caused the basket to drift towards the palace. The river gentle as it carried it's cargo to it's final destination.

The wind pushing aside the curtains leading to pools the royals played and cooled themselves, the basket went through unhindered and herons flew out of the water to move out of the way and it drifted to the land.

At the steps of the water gardens, a beautiful woman with Egyptian make-up on her face wore a royal Egyptian dress with golden wristbands and golden sandals was standing in the shallows. Her name was Tuya, and she was the queen of Egypt.

In her arms, resting on her hips was a little toddler. The little boy was reaching for a water lily floating in the water. Picking up the lily, Tuya gave it to her son, and he started pulling the petals out curiosity. She looked down and gasped as she saw the basket floating towards her. She put her son down on dry land and leaned down to look inside the basket. Miriam gasped, believing her brother would be killed if the royals found him.

Tuya opened the basket and gasped in surprise at seeing the baby wake up from his nap. He smiled at the queen and she gave him a soft and gentle smile with love in her eyes. Miriam sighed in relief and smiled at the sweet, happy moment. She sang as she watched Tuya take the baby out of the basket and held him gently.

Brother, you're safe now
And safe may you stay
For I have a prayer just for you
Grow, baby brother
Come back someday
Come and deliver us, too

She watched happily as Tuya held the baby in her arms and the baby tugged her hair in curiosity and interest, and Tuya kissed him on the head and held him closer. She had taken immediate love for the baby and decided to adopt him as her own. Miriam gave her baby brother one last glance and left to go find her mother and Aaron to tell them the baby was safe.

Tuya waded out of the water and onto dry land. She came over to the servant women, who were looking over the toddler for her and looked at the baby with shocked looks and disapproval as the baby cooed happily at his new adoptive mother. The girls looked at the baby, but Tuya glared at them and they looked away. The boy held his arms up to her, wishing to be held by her.

"Mommy." The toddler called to her and tugged on the queen's skirt, wondering about what she found.

"Come, Rameses. We will show Pharaoh your new baby brother..." Tuya told him as the infant cooed and she gently touched his nose.

"Moses." Tuya named him.

Together, the queen, the prince, and the servants made their way to the palace to show the Pharaoh his new adopted son while the Hebrews worked in their slavery, day and night, and sang out loud.

Deliver us
Send a shepherd to shepherd us
And deliver us to the promised land
Deliver us to the promised land

Deliver us!

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From that day forth, Moses as he was called, was destined for great things. However, he was not the only one smiled upon by the god of the Hebrews. For two years after Tuya had adopted Moses as her son, another baby was born. This child born from the union of an Egyptian and a Hebrew. The child's mother was Egyptian servant girl who served the queen. The father a Hebrew slave that had been injured and blinded for many years. Due to this injury, he was unable to serve in the making of the pharaoh's great monuments. However, he was still useful for menial task and was able to memorize the layout of the palace to work efficiently.

The two of them had fallen in love and the servant became pregnant. She never told anyone who the father was for fear he would be killed as well as her child. She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and gave her the name, Skylar. Due to her mother's connection with the queen, Skylar soon became friends and playmates with Moses and Rameses.

Their destines intertwined.