The Lost Princess

Dedicated to XamberlouX and HammieChara because they were my first two fans. And would just like to say thank you for fanning me.

This is my first story so I would really appreciate some constructive criticism. I already ask my friends to read over it and they said it was good. But they are my friends and I would like to know if anyone else likes the story.

I DO NOT own any references to NCIS or the pictures I am going to use in the story or the cover of the story. I found all the pictures on google images and just edited some of them on my photobucket account. Once again I DO NOT own the references or pictures. I just own the story line. It was a story of mine that had been in my head for about a year. Just thought I’d clear that up. Anyway. On with the story.

(By the way the picture on the side is how I pictured Amunet and she is wearing the scarab armband.)

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Amunet’s P.O.V.

Its hard to believe my life has changes so dramatically in the last month. I go from just being a thief and assassin to being the crowned princess of Egypt. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

It all started about a month ago when Dakarai, the tribe's patriarch, approached me as I was sparing with another assassin in one of the empty training rooms at.

When people first look at Dakarai, they immediately feel fear. His aura has the commanding nature to it that just demands both fear and respect. It is unsurprising that he is the tribe’s current leader, especially since he is one of the most deadly killers in the Egyptian Empire. I wouldn’t be surprised if even the Persians were afraid of him. Dakarai is the one who has trained me in most of the things I know. He is also the closest person who I can think of who has been like a father to me since I joined the tribe.

“Amunet, I must speak with you about an assignment immediately you can finish sparing later.”

Well this can’t be good. Normally Dakarai lets me finish sparing before we talk about and assignment. The only time I have ever seen him this serious was when one of the elders was to be executed and we had to break him out of prison while he was heavily guarded. So like I said this can’t be good.

As we enter another room, He orders everyone out.

“Dakarai, what assignment have I been given that has you looking like I have been condemned to be executed?”

“The council has decided what your task shall be to determined whether or not you are worthy to take my place as leader of the tribe.”

Dakarai may lead the tribe but when it comes down to the successor, he gets to chose who is a candidate for the title. But ultimately it's the council that gets to decide what test and how many the person should go through in order to obtain the title. Only once in our tribe’s history has the council given a candidate a suicide task in order for them to never take the title, and that was over a hundred years ago. So that fact that Dakarai has such a serious face is not a good sign.

“Whats the task? Surely it can’t be too bad? I mean the council members have told me after countless assignments that you chose very well when you announced me as your successor.”

“It is.”

As he hands me the papyrus with the task, I start to read it. As I read more and more of it I start to understand why Dakarai has such a serious face.

When i was finishes reading, I was stunned beyond all belief. How could they ask this of me? It’s not that I don’t love a challenge. It’s just that this task is equivalent to a suicide mission. Did they want me to fail and face exile or worse case scenario, death? What had I done to warrant this decision?