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𝚒. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜
𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟼. 𝙲𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚘, 𝙴𝚐𝚢𝚙𝚝
*:･ﾟ☥･ﾟ:*
During her younger years, Alexandria Carnahan had been convinced her parents hated her.
It was not because of the common reasons that might to come to ones mind, like being the youngest of her siblings. Nor was it for the lack of attention they received from their parents - a true misfortune when your mother and father are some of the world's greatest archaeologists.
The Carnahans were rarely home and the three of them had gotten used to the nurses and governesses coming and going over the years.
Well, coming and going was a general term, a euphemism if you'd like. Most ran like the wind after a month or two, fed up with the pranks pulled on them by the Carnahan children.
No, no - it was solely for the fact they named her after a city. An ancient city, once a capitol of a great power, but a city nonetheless.
It was also the birthplace of their mother, Zahra Carnahan and a place where she met their father, Henry. The lanky, disheveled archeologist charmed her amid the rising dust and ancient stones, with his dry British humour and profound interest in her discoveries.
It took two cups of Egyptian coffee, a heated debate over the economic impact of Hatsheput's reign for the working class Egyptians and a forgotten notebook for the two to fall head over heals for one another, and it took only six more months for Henry to propose. ( but that's a story for another time )
The blood of the pharaohs of old flowed through her veins. It could be seen in Evelyn's cat-like hazel eyes and in Jonathan's lithe figure, in Alexandria's permanently tanned complexion.
The schoolchildren could really care less about the deeper meaning of her name, opting to pull her hair instead, pushing her round and calling her other, more creative names.
It did not help that her nose was permanently stuck in every book she came across, or that she was a year younger than them, having been deemed by the headmistress as competent enough to grasp more advanced schoolwork.
Now, she wore her name like a crown, proud of the heritage it carried. It was no wonder once she choose to take up History as her degree, with a particular focus on Ancient History and the rich, mysterious culture her mother hailed from.
Some days, that name felt like a duty, a pledge to her ancestors.
The almost perfect life of the Carnahan siblings came crashing down in the very same way as the plane flight that ended their parents life. A rift, caused mainly by the unspeakable grief, grew between them.
