Picture of Nailah above. Don't know her? Don't worry you'll find out who she is soon. Lol I should be studying but I just needed to write this down. Don't worry I'll ace my exams.

Some of Kain's story is based off parts of 'Spartacus' by Howard Fast. Enjoy.

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"So that's why you're still alive." whispered Sabra as Kain finished his tale. They were sitting in the living room of Seknut's house. Seknut had greeted this mysterious young man happily. She had gone to bed now, being an old ailing woman she valued her sleep. Before she went she warned the two against any 'funny business', but she knew she didn't really need to.

He smiled. "It's good to see you again Sabra."

"Like wise."

A comfortable silence then Kain asked:

"How is Pretty Boy? He seemed to be in a good mood last time I saw him"

Sabra smiled.

"He was in a better mood after hearing of your apology. But he's really stressed. The things that had happened in the last three months are really to much to handle for someone his age."

"You have faced much more at a younger age."

"Kain you don't really understand do you."

"Never really was an empathetic person. But I must have added to his stress."

"You didn't. Sargon did. Though I have to admit the general's tactics are good. Attack when there is a new inexperienced king."Kain nodded agreeing. Then Sabra asked. "Is that what your top secret mission was? To inform Egypt of Sumer's adversity?"

"Yes it was. But I also came here to visit my soon to be wife. She lives here in Ineb-Hedg."

The news finally sunk in. Kain was betrothed. Sabra smiled. She felt happiness. A man she had considered a brother had finally found love. Even if she did think love was pointless.

"Congratulations Kain! I'm really happy for you! Who is she? I might know her."

"Nailah" he said smiling a special smile that must have been reserved for his beloved. Because Sabra never saw him smile like that before. Sabra recalled the lovely slim women that lived on the other side of Ineb-Hedg near the desert. They didn't know each other very well but they had talked amicably from time to time. Sabra was sure that if there wasn't two whole kilometers between them this girl would have been one of her good friends.

"What a small world" remarked Sabra.

"You know her?"asked Kain excitedly.

"I do. She is a friend. She told me she was betrothed to man from Awan. I never asked who it was."

"Well you know now don't you"

Sabra then started teasing him like a big sister would tease her little brother when the little brother falls in love. Then when his face was scarlet Sabra decided to give it a break and she asked:

"So tell me what do you do now?"

"I work in the Imperial court of Awan as a General."

"I wonder how that came to be. Last time I checked you were a wanted man in Awan." she said teasingly.

Kain laughed. "Let me tell you a story, it happened earlier this year. It has a little bit of violence, the new Emperor of Awan, a gallant hero, (at this gestured dramatically to himself making Sabra laugh) a fair maiden (he smiled his special smile) and a little bit of romance."

"Let's here it then" she said. For Kain, with all his virtues and vices, was one the best story tellers that ever stepped foot in the world.

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For many days he had ran. Never turning his back. Every step counted. Kain was bloodied bruised and most likely dying. But he needed to get away. He needed to find shelter. He needed to survive.

Above all things he valued life. Life was something indescribable. A valuable treasure that everyone had, be it a beggar or a king. Without life there would be nothing. There would be no love. No laughter. No tears. No joy. No sadness. No anger. No pain. Without life there wouldn't even be death. Life is that powerful.

The blood that was once gushing out of his stomach, had now clotted. But he was weak. Weak from blood loss, hunger and thirst. But he still had life. This kept him going. For he felt as powerful as any king. Because he was alive and he lived life to the full and enjoyed it.

Finally in the distance he saw it. Civilisation. The stories that his mother had told him about his homeland surged through his heart. This was it. This was Elam. He yelled, hollered, sang and laughed in joy. He was home.

Forgetting his weakness he ran to his homeland. But when he was only a few meters from the gate he realized something was wrong. He looked. His homeland was strangely idle. There were people. He saw them walking. But they cowered. It was almost as if they were under a tyrannous rule.

Slowly he crept in the city, not forgetting his training he traveled in the shadows.

Then he heard footsteps from behind. Kain stiffened. He was being followed. He turned. Expecting a fight. But the man said:

"I do not wish to fight you. But you are a wanted man in Elam, and the world. What is your business here?"

Kain explained his situation. The man looked at him with pity.

"What is your name?" he asked.

"Kain. Yours?"

"I do not have a name. I am merely known as King. Though I rule nothing. You say you are only fifteen but your physique is that of a man of twenty-five" said the King examining Kain's rather bulky build.

It wasn't a question but Kain answered it anyway. "The training is vigorous"

"How would you like to be a part of a new clan? A resistance group? Would you fight for your home country?"

To all those questions he answered "Yes"

He was initiated and accepted. Quite soon he became a luitenant of the group, and the King's right hand man. For three months they devised a plan. A plan to rid Elam of Tyranny. Kain (who had turned sixteen within those three months) was going to be front and center in this plan.

The man who named himself King of Elam (A different man from our King of the Resistance) was cruel and cold eyed. Years on the throne had made him fat and listless. But he was still cruel and tyrannous. On the particular evening of Resistance fighter's plans this Tyrant King had called for the slave girls that had been kidnapped and sold in the Black Market. He had heard that this particular bunch had been from Egypt.

He couldn't wait. He had heard they were all young, pretty, and fit virgins. He couldn't wait to bed each and every one of them.

But he never saw them. He may have been a great General once but now was a fat listless man. He hardly had any time to react to the cool knife kissing his neck.

He stopped where he was. He screamed for his guards. But when he did men and women alike leapt from the windows and killed the guards in the throne room.

Kain then slit his throat. The tyrant King was dead. The resistance fighters cheered. Soon these cheers had spread like wildfire throughout the whole of Elam.

But then came the question. Who should be the next King?

Many people wanted Kain to be the next king. He refused bluntly. He said he really wasn't the brains of this, he only tagged along. He wasn't the one who should be credited. The King of the Resistance should be.

Awan became the new name of Elam. Awan meant meant 'time' in Arabic. Life and time were interconnected. The King valued time, for he believed was time was his ally if used properly. Time was everything. On the night of the coronation in the year as we know it as 2580 BC the unnamed King of Awan stepped upon the throne.

On that night Kain was dressed in an intricate leather breast plate with a silver disk at the centre and silver at the edges, which left his muscular arms bare. The disk depicted the sun. Gauntlets on his forearm with silver engravings, the strings of the left Gauntlet fashionably criss-crossed on his upper arm. Loose brown leggings. Knee high boots. To finish it all of a red sash around his hips. With his shoulder length brown hair he looked like one those swash-buckling heroes his mother often told him about. This attire became the one he wore regularly.

On the night of the coronation the King gave him the title of General. Kain had felt like he was drifting in air. He was honoured. The King had even been generous enough to clear Kain's name from the wanted list.

He was no longer a wanted man.

He was no longer a criminal.

He was now a General.

The commander of a vast army.

But apparently the King had more presents for Kain. For that night when Kain was going to go to sleep there was a knock at his door. There was a man at the door holding a rope. At the end of that rope were tethered hands. Hands of a woman.

He looked at the woman and saw that she was Egyptian.

"Her name is Nailah. A gift from the King" announced the man.

"Give him my thanks" muttered Kain. The man who Kain recognised to be an Imperial guard thrust the woman into the room. She didn't cry out. She was silent as she fell to the floor. Then she he huddled up in in a little ball.

"Have a good night General" said the Guard winking. Kain was disgusted. One day he would give hope all slaves that existed. But for now he had to get through this awkward night. He went to the other side of the mat where (for all the beds had been burned down when the Tyrant King had taken over). On the opposite side Nailah wasn't looking at him but at the door.

For the first time he looked at her properly. She had fine lovely features. Medium height. Slim attractive body. She had silky long ringlets that reached her waist, but they were tangled and wild. Scars on her arms, suggesting she had tried to fights of her captors. Then finally he found the courage to look into her eyes and instantly fell in love.

They were dark defiant, brave and flashing with a wild anger. It was thrilling but it scared him at the same time.

Kain gulped. His Adam's apple bobbing. He was lost for words, but only for a moment. He cleared his throat. She looked up at him still in the fetal position.

His heart stopped beating. He composed himself and spoke.

"I will speak to you in Arabic for most Egyptians speak it" she was unresponsive "A cold chill is coming Nailah. I would like you to sleep on the mat." then as if to prove his point he pushed the mat and blanket towards her. She didn't move. But a change came in her eyes. A realisation hit her. He wasn't going to rape her. The mat and blanket lay untouched and it would remain like that for the rest of the night.

Kain lay down on the ground, using his arm as a pillow his slept. On the opposite side of the mat Nailah didn't move one bit. But she couldn't sleep. A million thoughts races through her head.

He respected her. He respected her as a woman and he respected her dignity. She had managed to catch a glimpse of Kain gentleness and nobility. A gentle giant. That's what he was. He had seemed formidable and threatening at first. But he really was much different.

That was when something pulled at her heartstrings. She felt love. But it took a long time for her and Kain to realise their love for each other.

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Sabra smiled at his story. It was beautiful.

"You should be a writer Kain"

"So should you"

"I haven't written anything" she lied.

"Yes you have. I remember that one time you were sitting by the oasis. You were writing something. Then you scrunched it up and threw it. You left. I picked it up and read it. Some poem about death and darkness but it was beautifully written."

Sabra blushed. "You read that..."

"Yes I did. Besides I've already started a story. Or more accurately a long poem. The first of its kind. I call it an epic."

"Tell me about it"

"Ever heard of Gilgamesh?"

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General Kain of Awan had just left. Ahkmenrah had offered him lodgings but the General refused saying he had already made plans. Ahkmenrah had started to consider him a friend, though he was still angry at the fact the Kain had insulted him. At least that's what Ahkmenrah blamed it on. As he sat down on his desk that night Ahkmenrah wrote all he had just heard of Sargon:

- He was a great General who found legendary battles

- He had established many trade routes and alliances

- He was pretty much king of Sumer

- He was ambitious

- He had a daughter (three years of age) named Enkara meaning weapon and a wife named Hilimaz meaning beauty.

- He was blind in one eye. He had been shot in they eye by an arrow.

- He was good man but ambition had now made him bitter.

- He planned on a vast empire, Egypt would be the first country he plans to conquer.

- He is rumored to be in the deserts on the outskirts of Ineb-Hedg. Waiting for a move from the Pharaoh.

Ahkmenrah skimmed over his messy thin slanted handwriting until he couldn't read the words any more. Only one thing was clear. He wrote it down.

War.

He didn't know how to deal with war, and so early in his reign.

Could've at least given me a few years experience or even a little heads up! He mentally shouted to the gods.

The door creaked open behind him. Entered his brother.

We are in for another awkward night. Thought Ahkmenrah but he was proven wrong. For when Kahmunrah saw his brother's tension filled face, all the negative things that had built up in his mind disappeared for that moment, and only that moment. He shouldn't be having to face this.

"Ahk is everything all right?" he asked. Ahkmenrah was startled. He didn't expect his brother to speak to him, especially not now. But somehow Kahmunrah's voice was different. A lot darker, more matured, even though musically speaking he let out the same notes.

Ahkmenrah handed him the piece of paper that had had been writing. For five hard minutes Kahmunrah deciphered his brother's 'chicken scratch' as he called it.

Kahmunrah's eyes became dark as finally read through the whole paper. A war? Now? He had to admit though this Sargon picked the perfect time to attack. Egypt now had a new an inexperienced Pharaoh on the throne, it would be quite easy to conquer her. But they couldn't let that happen. It was like protecting the honor of a maiden. He managed not to let his mind drift off to that time when they had saved Ismara.

An air of majesty filled the room and when Kahmunrah looked at his brother his eyes were dark and mournful. Kahmunrah's whole body spoke majesty. In a voice high a clear, like a king's he said.

"We will keep the peace. But if they persist, we give them such a hiding that they would go crying home to their mothers."

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