The Morning Sun

Osiris and Isis (the legend of lovers)

Hey everyone, 

I am so sorry! Been meaning to update once a week and well life it seems has other plans :-(  but...  I have managed to steal some time away, so I can write today! I love Summer so much, went on a walk earlier and found a beautiful meadow filled with wild- flowers. 

Honestly, it was so relaxing and beautiful! I didn't know this place existed and it's so close to my house! But I found a really old oak tree and sat under it, looking up at the sun through the tree leaves, I saw the blue cloudless sky! 

I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of nature, the birds, and the insects and let my mind wander then when I opened them I was ready, ready to write and here is the finished article. I really hope you enjoy it. 

C xxxxxxxx THANK YOU FOR READING AND SUPPORTING ME! LOVE YOU ALL! 

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The torches burned, a brilliant white gold and flickering orange that formed long shadows across the chamber. The shadows reached towards the vibrant hieroglyphs of the gods and goddesses that adorned the walls , their faces watchful and their expressions filled with sadness as they gazed down on the scene before them. 

At the two mortals, one lying lifeless in the ebony engraved bed. The other mortal watching silently, wiping off the beads of sweat upon the others brow ever so gently. The only sound was the chanting of the priests outside and the sound of the water trickling into the bowl when the girl wrung out the cloth. 

The Pharoah had already come in to see his son, his face filled with grief as he had ordered everyone out of the chamber apart from Amunher, the doctor, and the priest. 

Khepri had waited outside the chamber in the long dark corridor with the rest of the court. Her Mawat, father and brother stood at her side. Her Mawat was crying, her eyes swollen and puffy, while Tarik looked solemn, his face  paler than usual. 

Suddenly they heard a mass of fast footsteps coming towards them, the men of  the court and the priests moved aside as Meritamen appeared followed by Nefertari and Wadjyt. Wadjyt looked like she had been crying, streaks of black kohl like small black rivers ran down her face and for once she looked less than beautiful. 

Upon seeing Khepri her face hardened and her eyes blazed with hatred. 

"What is she doing here?" she snapped at Khepri pointing a finger at her. 

"GET HER OUT OF MY SIGHT" she continued on, her voice growing higher in pitch. 

Meritamen moved to block her from Khepri. 

"MOVE OUT OF MY WAY, THIS IS ALL HER FAULT!"  Wadjyt screamed, pushing past Meritamen and slapping Khepri hard across the face. 

The court stood silently watching, mystified as the princesses rage continued The priests who were chanting went silent as Wadjyt started to hit Khepri, pulling at her wig and scratching her arms and face. 

 She felt herself being pulled away from the crazed Wadjyt. Tarik had grabbed the princess and was pulling her back as she still tried to still grab at Khepri.

" IF HE DIES, YOU DIE, YOU DIE!" she screamed. 

 Suddenly, there was a loud sound of skin on skin as Meritamen slapped Wadjyt hard across the face, which made Wadjyt quieten for a moment in shock, then she fell to the floor weeping uncontrollably. 

The door to Prehir's chamber opened and the Pharaoh appeared, ashen faced with Amunher trailing behind. Ramesses ignored the weeping Wadjyt, walking right up to Khepri who was standing still with her Mawat holding her. Khepri now felt the sweet sting of Wadjyt's hand across her cheek and the small scratches that lined her arms. 

The Pharaoh said nothing, instead putting a gentle hand on her shoulder, he squeezed it lightly before walking away down the corridor. 

Amunher glanced at Nefertari who gave him a small smile before his gaze went to Wadjyt then they came to Khepri. His eyes widened slightly and he frowned. 

He walked forwards to her, closing the gap. 

"Khep"

He whispered, his eyes flickered with sadness as he pulled her into a sudden hug. She put her head on his hard chest, smelling his sweet citrusy scent. She could hear his steady, rhythmic heartbeat and felt herself start to lose control as her vision blurred and the tears escaped.

"Brother will survive this. He is just as strong as me" 

His voice was slightly muffled in her hair but she could hear it shake. It felt like he was saying it more to himself than to her. 

"Have faith sister" 

He surprised Khepri by kissing her head as he pulled away. 

She looked up at him into his eyes, they sparkled with tears but she knew he would never let them fall  until he was alone. He made her breath catch suddenly as he put his warm hand on her cheek, gently stroking it with a finger where Wadjyt had hit her. 

Glancing towards the silent crowd she saw Nefertari's face fall  for a moment before she saw Khepri was watching and she turned it back to a smile. 

As if suddenly remembering that they weren't alone he dropped his hand and moved back quickly, looking towards Nefertari. 

He went to Nefertari's side and kissed her on the cheek. 

"I must go to father now" 

Nefertari smiled and nodded. Amunher glanced back to Khepri 

"Go to my brother and look after him" 

With that, he turned and walked away. Wadjyt who was still crying looked up quickly. 

"I should be looking after him, not her!" 

Meritamen glared at her, stopping her dead.

"You heard what my brother said. You may be a princess but my brother is next in line for the throne so his word goes against yours!" 

She put her hands on her hips and turned to Khepri 

"Go to him sister" she smiled before turning back to Wadjyt who looked like she was about to strangle Khepri. 

Khepri turned to the door, slipping through it and into the dark chamber where Prehir lay in the large bed. His eyes firmly closed and beads of sweat soaking into the white linen. 

Going towards the bed slowly she fell into the chair next to the bed and took his hand. It was strangely cool, wringing out the cloth she placed it gently upon his hot forehead and watched as his eyelids flickered. 

"I'm sorry" she whispered, as she looked at his bad arm, that had been mulled by the lion that had caused him to collapse. It was wrapped in linen and dressed by the doctor but blood still seeped through.