The beginning was cold. I was just a small boy when my father died only about 6 or 7. They say he died of the river disease but I believe he was killed. Everything was too perfect. The construction of my fathers pyramid had begun many cycles ahead of schedule and the head priest had already begun the inscription inside. My mother drowned in the great river right before my father died and I don't believe that was an accident either. My sister, Miriah, was too young to be of any hindrance to them so the never bothered with her. I was their only annoyance which they took care of quickly. They took care of both of us quickly.
Immediately after my father died they shoved us in the pyramid for what I perceived was a goodbye ceremony but I was wrong. They left us inside to say goodbye and while we were doing so they completed the cermony outside and sealed the pyramid up...with us inside.
What happened you ask? Well in order to understand that you must be able to understand this: my family and I were not normal people. We were, in fact, not human. My father was not only Pharaoh he was also king of the genies. Just as well I was prince and my sister princess. However, we were not the type of genie you see in the normal children's fairytale. Those "genies" have been tampered with so much that they are no longer true genies. We are much more tenacious, more...resolute. We were not a force to be reckoned with. Not only were we powerful, we practically lived forever. So my sister and I were sealed in that pyramid for eternity in a situation where we could not die. So this is where my story begins.
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"Ry. Play with me please." the small girl of six or seven genie years old whimpered out to me.
"No Miriah. We have nothing to play. Go read the etchings on the walls."
"But Ry. I have read them a hundred times! I can practically recite them to you right here." She bragged.
I sighed. "Fine. What do you want to play?" I stood up and leaned against the tomb of our father. I was about twelve now. We had been in this tomb since I was eight. My dark brown hair had deepened into a dark, rich black. and my purple eyes had became a vivid color. I had came to the age where a genie's natural tattoos start appearing on their bodies. (Every genie is born with their own set of tattoos covering their body, but they do not begin to show up til later on in their lives.)
"Can we play R.A.G.?" She asked. Her light brown hair swayed. Her hazel eyes filled with excitedment. R.A.G. is a name for the game 'Recite and Guess." One person recites a line they have read somewhere and the other person guesses where they saw it and--if possible--takes the person to that spot. It was the best game we had.
"I guess so. Want to go first?" I offered.
"Sure! Ok. So. My line is 'And on the eighth cycle after my death they are to ready themselves for a great harvest.' Ok. Good luck!" She grinned at me.
"Hmmmm." I pretended this was a hard one and started towards the wrong direction. After I made her believe I didn't know where she had seen it, she took my hand and led me to the inscription. I congratulated her and began to think of my sentence. I didn't get very far however, for a whistling through the corridor entered both of our minds. I jerked my head towards the wall and i got close to it. Is that wind? I asked myself. It sounded as if the wall had been taken away by the wind and it had triumphly made its way trough the wall.
"What is it, brother?" Miriah asked. I raised my hand to the wall and sure enough I felt a small breeze through a tiny crack in the wall.
"Its...wind, Miriah. From...outside." I almost couldn't believe it myself. I wonder... "Miriah...go get the statue from over there."
My little sister ran over and picked up the small statue from the wall. She carefully ran it back to me with as much curiosity as she could. I took the statue and hit it as hard as I could against the wall. At first it didn't do much damage but after a few hard hits the wall started to cave. Miriah grabbed my leg and held on tight as the wall came crumbling down. When the dust cleared and the rocks stopped tumbling we slowly looked up to something we hadn't seen in a very long time.
At first it was nothing but light, then it slowly became completely visible. The dunes. The buildings. Everything was there that was there before except in the background there was a great new city surrounding palace where my sister's and my garden used to be. I looked up and the sky was as it always was. I took a deep breath and grabbed Miriah's hand as we started our proud march back to the palace.
I had never seen such odd looking people. I could tell they were of my kind, but the clothing they wore was completely outragious. And they looked at us as if we didn't belong there! Miriah looked as if she was having the time of her life with all the gadgets and gizmos. I smirked slowly and we started to run around as if we hadn't had fun in a million years. New hairstyles and markings everywhere and there must have been a thousand diffrent pieces of jewerly available. Also, there were people actually wearing these very strange shoes. Why would a genie need to wear shoes?
Slowly, we finally got to the palace steps and started up the large stone steps when a strange urge came over me. I turned around and with two fingers I kissed the wind just as my father always did when he returned home from a long journey. People turned and got very quiet, I heard a gasp come from behind me and I turned back around. A very tall man with white hair and chains looked at me with amazement and uttered these words:
"I finally found you."
