Tales from Egypt (A Gods of Egypt Fanfiction)

From the Past

He should have known it was going to happen. That news would spread and he would come knocking. 

Zaya had spotted him while she was in town looking shopping for fresh fruits (She was on a health food kick and it was affecting the entire Palace.) and had immediately run back to inform her Love of what she had seen. 

"Bek, he's here, I saw him with my own eyes."

"Are you sure though?"

"Why would I lie about him?"

Bek nodded, looking around frantically, his hands running through his hair, spinning around and pacing back and forth. Zaya watched him sadly, not knowing what to do. 

His Father was in town. 

*Timrskip*

He knew that he would find him eventually, that he would come asking for help eventually. 

"A father can't ask his son for help?"

Bek tried to walk around him, he really did, but his father was a large man. A beefy hand on his chest stopped him from moving an inch more. 

"I wanted to do this the nice way, but you leave me no choice son."

"Don't call me that."

*Timeskip*

"You should tell him about what's happening, you know he would help you."

Bek nodded, hissing as Zaya dabbed at his busted lip with a medicated rag. She uttered an apology under her breath. 

"I know, but....I don't want them to think less of me for it."

"He wouldn't, Horus cares more for you then you know, or care to admit."

Bek nodded again, hissing again. Zaya shook her head sadly, this had been one of the reasons they had run away together. 

"Bek, your father is a mean mean man, Horus would make it so he was not able to step foot in your direction ever again."

"I got this handled Zaya, let it go."

She nodded silently, not liking the order, but listened anyway. Secretly she wondered what she could do herself. This was not the first time she had to help dress a wound this week, and his father had been in town the last three. 

Yesterday it had been bruises on his arms that he had asked her to hide for him. 

The day before was a black eye. 

What was it going to be next time, a broken bone. Worse. 

She stayed with him until the herbs she'd given him knocked him out. Turning towards the door she silently made her way across the room, stopping once to turn slightly to make sure he was still out for the count, before walking out the door and shutting it silently behind her. 

He said that he wouldn't tell, but she never said she wouldn't. 

*Timeskip? ^_^"*

Horus, and Hathor, looked up when a knock on the bedroom door reverberated around their room. Believe it or not, they did live normal lives outside of being gods. Hathor liked reading, for example. 

"Enter."

The door creaked open in the silence of the night, and Zaya's head poked around the edge slowly. Her face was pale and her eyes were wide, something that made both gods sit up and look at her directly. 

"My Lords."

"Zaya, you know there is no need for such formalities."

She nodded as she entered the room, her fingers playing with the edge of her top. 

"Zaya what's wrong?"

When she looked up, her eyes were only for Horus. 

"There's something you should know, and you are not going to like it."

Horus sat up straighter, ushering her closer with his hand. Zaya's heart fell as the knowledge that she was about to break Bek's trust, but something needed to be done. 

*Timeskip....*

When Bek had heard of his summons from one of the maids, he thought the worst. 

Upon arriving to the Throne room and spotting his father standing at Horus's left, he was terrified. Horus himself did not look happy, his eyes were hard and he was sitting ramrod straight in his throne. Upon spotting his chief advisor, Horus motioned him over. 

"Now that we are all here, I would like to begin this meeting."

Bek was surprised when the gods attention turned towards his father. His voice was hard when he spoke next, hard as nails. He meant business. 

"Akeem, you have been found guilty of assaulting an adviser to your king and a nobleman, you are banished from these lands until Anubis comes to collect youshould you ever step foot in these lands again, I will personally see to your punishment."

Guards drug him out, kicking and screaming, throwing curses at Bek and at Horus. 

"Bek, look at me."

Even Horus grimaced at the faded bruises around his eye. Stepping down from his throne, he took up his chin in a gentle grip, twisting his friends head from side to side. 

"Why wouldn't you want me to know about this?"

Bek swallowed, feeling very small at the moment (Pun intended. -w-) trying and failing to avoid Horus's gaze. But the god was persistent and Bek found himself answering his question anyway. 

"I did not want you to think less of me, to think me unfit."

Horus sighed heavily through his nose, "Bek, I know that you are more than capable to take care of yourself, but when it comes like things such as this you shouldn't have to live with it on your own. I expect you to come to me."

He nodded slowly and the lord of the air sighed heavily, releasing his grip just as gently. Bek looked up at him willingly this time. 

"How did you find out?"

"Zaya did what she thought was right, you will not be angry at her."

He nodded, she had been right. He should have told someone what was going on. He was glad that he had picked her, and she had picked him. 

"Bek?"

He turned, "Yes?"

Horus looked concerned, and it only made him feel worse that he had not wanted to tell his friend about his father and what had been happening.

"Let the healers look your wounds over, that looks like it stings.", he fingered at the busted cut on his lip, "If this ever happens again I want you to come to me, do you understand?"

Bek nodded slowly, Horus smiled as he led him out towards the healing wing. 

"Good."

They walked a few steps in silence, until the thief looked up at his friend in a way that could be described as somewhat shy. Which was strange coming from the small adviser. 

"Thanks Horus."

Hey, what was family for?