Imortality in human form

Anthea Alaoiu 3

IT  WAS EARLY MORNING AND THE SUN STRUCK MY SENSES ALIVE.

i was an prisioner in my own skin i waned to crawl out and serve a purpose only god himself could grant me, being rich was something i grew knowing i was not, being poor and a meddler for coin at the festivities and ritiuals of giving had grant me a life without depending much of other beings, it was hard, suspesfull and full of pain and hurtness and i kept going regardless of how my name was of a god that died and never serve anyone she was a daughter to some god that still to this day is not named, and the daughter of a goddess whom love was not enough to save her child, my name exibits pain and retribution for me it means something people call at me from the streets of the sandiest Tadawul around Egypt oh it was perfect for trading your soul to the highest bidder in exchange for some ham and fish. 

Ammon saved me one scorching dawn in the dessert of Anubis,  I had made a promise that day to Ammon i will find the elixir of life i will reinstate our inmortality i promised i will make him a god a living imortal being walking in the soil gods wish they could walk about on, he saved me and after that day our greed had undertaken its course on both of us, we searched together we robbed together, but i had one rule, no love games no sex no forbidden pleasures to the soul for we had to be good hearted, sensitive to love and at the same time virgins of the skin.

He was rich and one of  most beautiful men i had met his father worked as an architect to the king and the prince of Egypt they forced everyone to work heavily but Ammon knew there was something better waiting for him, he knew that i was his exit from becoming his father, i was his salvation, and so we started our journey.

Day one

Bohemian Streets, the dark trading web

" should we stop and take some coin from the locals, we are enough far out of Kal that they won't know our names"

Ammon said from the back of the trudging web of people, coming and going from shop to shop looking for what's not in the city of Kal which offers everything, no, Bohemian was a part of Egypt only death seemed to reek out of here, and i wanted our exteriors to remain tied to us, i knew laws changed once the dawn broke and the walls closed around you, the way they dress just told you they owned something you didn't.

"no keep your hands this time Ammon, i don't want you to loose a hand Anubis knows we both need it" i responded in a hostile autotuned voice which i though it did not belong in my throat.

he kept the distance between us and the people, some wore hijabs some woman had their black hair in a beautiful artfully displayed bun and some had ants crawling inside it, i was one of the few who had the technique to style hair and as my golden  locks fell to my ass the teal dress i wore dragged on the dirt, its been with me since i was born i guess the people that left me when i was  a baby knew i would be awfully skinny and tall with a long neck that no necklace could hide, golden hair up to my weist and a tattoo i was born with on my palm of an island i never will visit.

 to this days i stll have the worst case of nightmares of demons chancing me for something i contain, they scream as i race towards the temple they scream a name i don't recognize of some god, they swear at me as i hide in the deepest part of the temple that's how i knew where to study with Ammon my nightmares led me to the forbidden temple with sand and death stirring when we occupied it with our elixirs and books, no one knows where to find us, two outlwas whom's head will roll if we ever capture the biggest fear in me till this day is that one day i will witness my bestfriend's death at my own fault, if that ever seemed to happen i will never forgive myself, i will die inside and perhaps render myself to the king.

We are roming through the shops looking for a rare but hidden plan called Freyat from the bottle of the deepest ocean its a coral of sort but can live on land, that's just the start of the potion, " hey can you ask that guy over there" i grab Ammon's strong arms he used to be a fighter someone with no fear, i knew we would be bonded for eternity if he ever came to me in a dream or in real life, he nods with those hazel nut eyes that express kindness

"Sir can you help me" 

the man has a frown so deeply embedded that his face no longer changes, his oxidizing skin shooks as he nods

"i need this kind of plant, I heard you have the best selection" 

Ammon shows the old man a picture in the book we stole from an old library in Kal, its all a secret that no one knows where to find the hidden books except rich people seemed to know every detail of the city they take residence.

The old man shakes his head twice as if agreeing he contains the root, and goes slowly in the back of his shop,

I look from the man that has disappeared to the man that Ammon has become in the short years we have survived together robbed together, talked for nights on end, wrestled with our demons, and stole each other's trust. I would have to be blind not to acknowledge the fact that his heart has been stolen for me, that when i catch his hazel eyes reaching at me from afar, i feel like i would kill him if i destroyed his fantasy and my heart layed heavy at my feet for making him hurt, i would never be capable of that.