Sephtis

1. My name means death.

There, on the small tangled hillside, stretched out among the ferns, his red hair burning among the green leaves and fronds lay Merikh. I scowled as I watched my tormentor through my small window. Gritting my teeth I looked past the red eyesore, down to the bottom of the hill where a little plain sat, slightly scooped like a begging hand, reaching out of the small forest of old trees and stretching towards the next hill. On the edge of the scrubby bush that fringed the true forest I watched my people move about, to and fro among our village. 

The huts that lay scattered throughout the trees and around the rim of the plain were laid out like a strange garden, each unique in its own way, with various plants and mosses growing from the dirt walls and mud roofs, making it all look like one giant patchwork blanket.
" Sephtis!" Someone called my name urgently. I turned away from the window sharply.
'Sephtis!' Came a chorus of echoing voices. Some of them were real echoes, but among them I could make out Yarolala, the queen mothers best friend and the piping cry of her bossy daughter Yves'. None of them were voices I wanted to hear just now, it was great hiding away here within my room, high up on the hillside, just watching the night unfold below me. But the queen had called me, and I couldn't ignore her, no matter how much I wished I could.

"Sephtis!" She was screaming my name again, as I silently ran out of my room and down the stairs, straight into her back.

"Sephtis!" I gulped, stumbling back as she turned to face me, her black eyes drilling into my blue ones, the familiar red flush snaking it's way up her neck. 

Oh shit, I was in trouble. Big time.