The my Prince

The days passed and the drought never ended. More and more people succumbed to the consequences of inadequate nutrition, the lack of vital drinking water or heat strokes. In Cairo, too, the situation became more and more acute. The suffering people were no longer willing to wait for better times and blindly trust the Pharaoh. The hustle and bustle and panic in the palace grew bigger and bigger. Every day people feared a civil war, a rebellion, an attempted attack on the Pharaoh, who was getting weaker and more sickly anyway.
What would they do without their God-King, who maintained the ultimate connection between the people and the palace? How would the people react without a leader to tell them what to do at such times? Would the young prince be up to such a task? Naturally. Pharaoh Akunadin himself ascended the throne at the young age of sixteen, but without a doubt, he was one of the most dogged students and learners who ever set foot on Egyptian soil.Atemu strolled through the seemingly endless corridors of the palace. His head was pounding in pain and his heart seemed heavy as a stone. The lump in his throat grew thicker and thicker and seemed to steal his breath. Actually he was supposed to be sitting in one of the numerous lectures that he had to endure in the last few weeks and months, but he didn't have a head for that now. Everyone wanted to prepare him for what was unpredictable, but what everyone knew would happen soon: the death of his father, the Pharaoh. And when the time came, he would have to be ready to run the country like a wise ruler. Sighing heavily, he looked up at the sun, which dazzled him with its glare. He couldn't take it any longer, here in the palace, where everyone demanded and wanted from him and he didn't seem to have a single minute free.
There was a secret way out of the palace, through the garden. A security hole, sure, but Atemu was sure that nobody but himself had discovered it until now.Maybe Mana, but she wouldn't tell anyone, he was sure of that. He left his tiara in the palace, at least he didn't want to attract too much attention, even if the people knew his face anyway. What stretched behind the palace garden could not be compared with the lush plants of the green area. Everywhere was sand, dry, lifeless sand and a view of the seemingly endless desert. From time to time you could still see a house, but most of the village was in front of the royal house and its garden was at the back. Not far from the walls was the Nile. When Atemu was exhausted and needed a place of silence just for himself, he would often sneak to the Nile to bathe. Of course, all of this carried risks, but he was ready to take them.
His steps were slow and heavy, but in a good ten minutes he had reached the shallow bank of the largest and longest river in the country. He slipped off his sandal-like shoes and put his feet in the water.The cooling water seemed like a saving force. It flowed through his whole body and triggered a strange calm inside him. In addition, in the water, which is cold compared to the air temperature, he felt like he was in heaven.
The prince closed his eyes for a moment, until he took off his top and threw it onto the sandy shore. With quick, targeted steps he went deeper into the water until he was up to his belly button in it. He carefully poured the water over his shoulders and upper body with his hands and sighed comfortably.
How pleasant it was to save myself in this heat in the cooling Nile was almost indescribable.
But Atemu wasn't the only one who seemed to have this idea. It was far too hot in this world even for a goddess in human form. The cat goddess did not understand how people could survive this on a daily basis. Though she had great power, she was currently in a mortal body and was just as blessed with heat and cold sensations as any other Egyptian.She stepped slowly into the river of her homeland and dived once to get her hair wet. The white highlights hung wildly on her face and her green eyes flashed out of the tangle of hair. She was so focused on finding her way around her human body that even her divine eye went unnoticed by the prince's presence.
However, this one, directing his attention completely to his surroundings, caught the other bather, who apparently had the same idea as him, immediately. After all, it was dangerous for him as the prince of Egypt to simply disappear from the palace without any guards or protection. The sight that presented itself to him was something completely new to him. Atemu had never before seen a girl with such pale, white hair that such piercing green eyes could call her own.
Common for Egyptian women was usually black or brown hair, the former predominating, but white hair, apart from old people, he had never seen on a young woman.At least she seemed young to him. But something puzzled him. Despite her apparent age, she gave the impression that she was thousands of years old. Her eyes radiated a wisdom that he had never seen in anyone of this age. When he slipped his hand into the water to cool it down a bit, the young woman startled. With a quick movement of her head, she looked at the prince, whom she immediately recognized as the goddess.
For a moment it stood still, like a pillar of salt, not moving an inch. What to do now was not entirely clear to her. She couldn't just disappear, she couldn't reveal her true form to anyone. But how should she react to the supposed discoverer? Should she fall to the ground like a normal mortal would? No. Her pride was too great for that, after all she was a deity and certainly didn't have to kneel down in front of a person.
Atemu had a bad feeling in his stomach.Such a trip could quickly cost him his life and thus mean a disaster for the country. But for some reason he couldn't break away from the young woman's face.
Suddenly something gigantic shot out of the water. A snake the size of a house with a strange stare. Her eyes were red and seemed to burn like fire and her skin was ice cold and hard. Even a loan would have recognized that this was a being from the realm of shadows that a gifted priest or a medium had summoned. For a moment time seemed to stand still and the young woman suddenly seemed uninteresting.
That would have been her chance to escape and go undetected, but she knew that this monster was in no way called for the benefit of the Pharaoh and she could not leave the son of the reigning king without protection.
The monster shot up to the prince and opened its huge mouth, from which long white teeth flashed.Unable to move, he stared into the beast's eyes, which held him under their spell.
The white-haired woman closed her bright green eyes, folded her hands and mumbled a few words in the language of the gods, which only the high priests of the Pharaoh and high scholars could understand and speak. Then, like lightning, a second monster appeared, as gigantic as the snake that threatened the prince's life. A black dragon, whose skin shone like a noble metal and whose eyes were just as red and burning as those of the snake, fell down on the snake with a roaring thunder. He bit her throat and could tear her away at the last second. The snake monster went up in smoke and the dragon escaped back into the air from which it had come. Shocked and pale as chalk in the face, Atemu let himself fall into the shallow water and supported himself with his hands on the sandy ground. The young woman glanced at the place where the snake had just been and looked after the monster she had summoned.Then she waited through the shallow, reed water to the prince and crouched beside him. "Is everything all right with you?", She said in a soft voice and tried to keep herself in tune, after all she had to play the normal girl from the village, which she definitely wasn't. The addressee gathered himself together again and looked at the young woman. He studied her for a moment and took a deep breath. "Thank you. Who are you? You don't look like a normal citizen to me. You have mastered the game of shadows?" The white-haired woman swallowed hard. She should have realized how dangerous her actions were and that she could have given herself away. "My name is ... Anuket. I am the great-granddaughter of an old, wise scholar from the desert, near Memphis. He died a short time ago and now I have decided to travel to Cairo.", She lied skillfully, spinning in her head a whole identity together.
Atemu was amazed. He had never met an Egyptian woman with white hair and green eyes, not in his entire life.He was often on state visits with his father in various cities in his empire, but such a thing has never come before his eyes. Suddenly the young prince felt a sharp pain all over his body. His eyes clouded over and seemed strangely blurred, as if he were dazed. The young woman looked at him a little puzzled, but then saw a bloody scratch on the prince's upper arm. At first she couldn't imagine where it was coming from, but then she remembered the snake that had attacked him earlier. She must have touched him shortly before she died, that much was clear. If the snake was the shadowy being that the white-haired woman feared, the prince only had a few minutes to live.
"Stay calm," she said in a soothing voice and stroked the scratch. She was a deity, possessed incredible powers, but to reveal her to the supposed victim would have been too risky.So she decided to take the mortal path and carefully washed the small wound out with water. "Listen to me carefully. The snake that inflicted this wound on you was poisonous. You have to sit still and are hardly allowed to move at all, otherwise the poison will spread too quickly. No matter what happens, sit still and defend yourself You don't. "Atemu didn't quite understand, but shortly after the woman had finished her sentence, she grabbed her leg, which had a knife attached to a strap, and pulled it out of its holder. In her mortal