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Sabra walked down the alleyway tying the turban and cloth around her face as she did so. She did not want to be recognised.

She was so glad Ahkmenrah was happy. It made her job less stressful in many ways she couldn't explain. 'Sun God Ra's boat' as Ahkmenrah would describe it it was dipping down the horizon and into the Duat.

She kept walking down towards the market place. She had promised Seknut that she would get some flour as she came back.

As Khehre, the owner of the grain shop, weighed out the flour Sabra looked around. People were returning from the day's work. Children being called in by their mothers. The rowdiness of the square made her smile beneath the white cloth.

It was then when she saw a mop of dark shoulder length hair, a devious smile and a bright handsome face.

A ox cart came in her line of vision and he was gone.

He hadn't seen her.

But seeing him left her shocked and confused.

What on earth is Kain doing here? Sabra thought frantically. Wasn't he dead?

"Lady your flour?" said Khehre in his hoarse drone interrupting her thoughts. Sabra gave him his debens and mumbled a thank you, hardly legible through her cloth but the owner of the grain shop managed to catch it.

Hoisting the sack on her shoulders she walked back to Seknut's house. As she walked the memories flooded in.

She thrust her wooden sword forward frantically. But he intercepted and gently poked her smirking triumphantly

" I always thought that women weren't as incompetent fighters as society makes out but I guess you just proved me wrong"

Sabra displayed an irritated smile and lent forward, pushing Kain with the end of the 'sword'.

"The thing is that women are more smart, tactical if you will, these swords are wood and the winner is really the first man or woman down".

They fought. The wooden swords clashing about. Both earning bruises that would grieve them during the night. Kain was winning. In a flash of annoyance Sabra managed to kick him were it should hurt most for men. He fell to the floor grimacing, but as he was falling he grabbed a hold of her wrist. She fell with him. He was lying on his back and she was on top. Kain blinked trying to understand the situation then his expression changed completely into a deviant smirk

"You really cant help you self can you, I know you think I'm handsome" he teased raising his eyebrows slightly, even at eleven he was an arrogant little twerp.

Sabra blushed and suddenly shooting up back onto her feet. She needed to fix this, kill off any romantic possibilities. There was no romantic love between them now, and there never will be if she stopped it now. Loving someone now was really too much for her. Even at eleven she was wise enough to know that love at a young age was dangerous. Love sparked from childhood was strong, passionate and much more dangerous than any war. It was the love you would do anything for. If she opened that door to him she will lose her dignity. Besides she never wanted to love anyone. Love was a burden. Love was stupid. Love was silly. She wasn't going to put her dignity on the line for something like that.

"Of course I don't think your handsome-" she paused to straighten out her tunic (or rather to hide her blushing) "after all your basically my brother" she said in an cold aloof voice."By the way you fell on the floor first so technically I win"

"I guess you do" Kain said grinning, "but clearly I would win in real combat. You would be dead".

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Desert sand glistened in the sunset. The landscape was transformed to gold.

A young Sumerian General by the name of Sargon, forefather of the Great Sargon of Akkad surveyed Egypt's golden landscape. It may have been impossible for many humans later on but this man had one eye black and the other white. He was blind in one eye. But his black eye was as sharp as an eagle's. He wore Armour made of brown leather and a white linen kilt.

This land was perfect for his future empire.

Perfect for filling his insatiable thirst for power.

Sargon was ambitious.

Only death could stop him.

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Kahmunrah woke with his wife in his arms.

Wife.

Husband.

Marriage.

He had never thought seriously about those words but now with Ismara lying by his side he finally understood. He finally understood love. But he never knew loving could hurt this good.

He watched her as she woke. A small sigh coursing through her body. Then her grey eyes fluttered open, meeting his. At first there was a sort of fear in her eyes.

Am I that bad? Thought Kahmunrah.

But then it turned into love. It made him smile.

It made his heart shake.

Bend.

And break.

But there was no turning back now.

It drove him wild.

It was still dark outside. But it was time for him to leave. After all secrets were best kept in the dark.

"Do you have to leave Kahmun?"

"I'm afraid so," he said putting his kilt back on.

Ismara wrapped the flimsy sheets around her naked body and sat up.

"Will we keep this up forever Kahmun?" she asked. "This lying and hiding."

Kahmunrah came sat in front of her and kissed her forehead.

"What ever happens Ismara just remember even if our love is difficult it's real."

"I'll try to keep that in mind." she whispered smiling.

Kahmunrah wanted to ask the question that burned in his mind. The question of what actually happened between her and Ahkmenrah but he kept quiet for now. The moment was to perfect to ruin. Instead he leant forward to give one last chaste kiss in the lips before he swept out of the room.

Imsara watched him leave. She had managed to make him believe that she was his only refuge. She hated herself for that. Wrapping the sheet more tightly around her body she got up to change. But as soon as she was on her feet a wave of nausea swept through her. She rushed to the basin and retched out all the contents of food from the night before.

She feared the best and the worst news of all.

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Sabra's flashback inspired by A_stary_nightmare, she decided she needed to 'spice' my story up a little.

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