The sunset sat in the sky as the dry desert wind blew gently. The splendour of the pharaohs palace stood majestically like a mighty oak tree on an apple plantation. from the towering heights of its marble balcony which over looked the entire city And the palace court yard which stretched to eternity made The noise of children playing in the street and the busy Egyptian market sound like a fading dream giving way to counciousness of a waking dreamer.
Atum was the youngest prince in the palace for his mother was the last of the Pharaohs wives. She was a princess given to the Pharaoh from the king of Babylon as a peace exchange after both nations have suffered many years of war and blood shed. Deciding to be allies was nothing but a share relief clothed in the stunning fabric of a miracle.
Amunet as she was renamed according to Egyptian custom was indeed the epitome of the beauty of peace. She was fondly called the envy of the Nile because her beauty was best described as unearthly. Her Babylonian heritage added more mystery to her manner of worship,royal ethics and choice of jewellery and relics In the house of pharaoh . Atum her only child was the palace favourite. His playful and constantly happy spirit which lit up the entire palace, his dreamy mysterious grey eyes and well carved lips which he inherited from his mother and yet the striking resemblance he bore with the pharaoh in the time of his youth made him the kings favourite show off. But on this day,every one knew something was wrong. Sitting on a balcony marble slab,digging his hands into the golden bowl of freshly plucked grapes,gazing into nowhere without any facial expression as his hands fed his mouth some grapes made everyone wonder what really happened. "You must learn how to wield the sword like true king"..."you are too soft young man....do you want to become a dancing boy"? The roar of laughter that filled the room of top ranking Egyptian and Babylonian lords during a summit held in the courts of Pharaoh still echoed in the head of atum. How dare he humiliate me in such manner? Atum thought to himself. True king indeed. He never stood a chance to wear the crown even on both sides of his family. He was the Pharaohs 137th child and the last. Even if he was to consider his grand fathers crown which he would rather die than have to wear it,knew he never stood a chance either. So why don't they just let him be? After all he has no importance or significance. The truth was violence and sword fight repulsed atum. He loved playing the harp,taking snake charm and magic lessons from his mother and belly dancing classes with his step sisters. Life was perfect to him and now,his grand father has chosen to ruin his simple life. Wielding the sword meant been qualified to go to war. The bloated drunk king had no soul and atum shuddered at the icy coldness as they both locked eyes. The emptiness and certainty of been hell bound he saw in his grand fathers eyes made atum wonder why the struggle and thirst for power? "You must learn to fight like a king"..." you have the blood of two great gods"...."I must see to it you are thought by the finest of my war lords". War lord? if he had choked and had a seizure and died or something more pleasant at that instance,the world would have become a better place Thought atum as he held his bronze engraved cup and stared into his grand father. What where the gods thinking to make him come from such blood line? You are very correct. Anything to make the boy become the best is fine by me. I will be pleased to have his tutor in my palace. The response from the Pharaoh literally made atums head spin to the point of wanting to collapse. 7 sunsets and my finest warlord will be in your palace. To atum this sounded like knowing the exact date he was going to die. It was the 7th sunset and atum sat at the balcony which faced the main entrance to the palace gates. Whoever this war lord was