Nakhtye was given a scroll by Pharaoh Ahkmenrah himself. He was to give Sargon the scroll. The scroll held the future of all of Egypt. Kahmunrah was beside his brother when Ahkmenrah have given the scroll. Nakhtye found this strange at first, but then he realised why. The brothers hadn't been seen together for months.

"Nakhtye, you understand how important this is?" asked the older brother.

"Yes your highness"

Then in a very formal manner Ahkmenrah gave the messenger his blessings. After all he was the god on earth.

Nakhtye's soles were as thick as leather from years of being a messenger and running across the burning desert sands. So running a few miles in the desert was no problem and he wasn't afraid of what the landscape could threaten him with. He was afraid of Sargon.

Bad things happen to messengers that upset their receivers.

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Ismara walked from one side of her room to the other. It had only been a few days since she had seen Kahmunrah. But every day after that she felt a wave of nausea every morning.

If her worst fears were proven correct then it would be very hard to hide their relationship now. And what would Khufu think? A child could change his whole plans. Khufu would force her to get rid of it. But how could she get rid of something that was now a part of her and Kahmun? Something that was a product of their love.

But wait... her monthly bleeding was due in a week. All she had to do was wait until then to confirm or dispute her suspicions.

Hopefully it was just a strange case of food poisoning.

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Sabra kept her distance as Ahkmenrah and Kahmunrah talked amicably in the gardens for the first time in a long time. She suddenly saw the two sullen men transform into the childish, reckless boy and the sweet but serious and protective older brother she had come to know and admire. She feared if her presence were much more blatant she would disturb this beautiful example of brotherhood before her.

But far above them from the window of his room, Khufu sourly looked at the two brothers. All his hard work might as well have been for naught.

He thought furiously of what he should do. But his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door.

"Come in" he called pulling himself away from the window.

Sabaf entered, with enough fire in his eyes that one would think if they even looked at his dark eyes they would be set alight.

"Son!" exclaimed Khufu "How are you faring?"

"Fine" growled the young man. Who was thinking I'm not even your real son bitch.

"Sit, sit!" said Khufu gesturing to the elegant chairs before he him.

"I do not wish to sit father" he spat the word father as if it were nothing more than dirt.

"Do you have something to say?"

"What are you doing to them?" he spat of course referring to the two brothers.

"What are you talking about?"

"I know what you're doing Khufu. Trust me if the throne of Egypt ever comes atop your head, just remember you will be nothing more than an imitation. A puppet. The lights of Egypt will dim. I suggest you back down now Khufu. You'll never be king."

"Clever boy!" exclaimed Khufu as if addressing a child.

"Clever I may be. But you are cursed. Remember that!"

"Little bastard! Be grateful for all I have given you! You would be on the streets or toiling away in the mines. And you sister would be earning money by immoral means. Though she is pretty much one of those women now."

You are going to pay for that! Thought Sabaf but instead he said:

"I'm sorry."

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Nakhtye after twenty-one days of running finally saw it. The tents, the horses, the discipline and the armour.

He gulped as he approached a middle-aged brown officer.

"I wish to see your commander, Sargon, I have a message from Pharaoh Ahkmenrah."

The middle-aged man regarded the messenger coldly before leading him to the commander.

Nakhtye waited and trembled as a young man came in front of him, dressed the full regalia one may expect of a general. His one eye was black, the other was white. He didn't give of an air of cold calculation like Khufu did. He was a normal man, with flaws and qualities that just happened to take the position of General. This made him a lot more intimidating.

"Your Honor, a message from Pharaoh Ahkmenrah and his brother Kahmunrah." Said Nakhtye handing the scroll to the Commander. Bowing, knowing that his neck was at the mercy of the commander's sword.

Sargon read the writing of the Pharaoh (well actually it was Kahmunrah's because Ahkmenrah's chicken scratch would have been illegible). He lips curled into a smile.

"Tell you Pharaoh that Sargon does not wish for peace. His soldiers are hungry for war. We will keep pressing him until his resolve shatters."

Nakhtye gulped.

He nodded.

Then he gave the commander another Salute before leaving.

The messenger shall live.

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I haven't updated in ages sorry guys. I've been really busy with exams. I hope no one hates me for it.

Idk is my story getting boring. If it is I am open for suggestions.

If you haven't already done so please check out my collab story with ReadingByTorchlight at HackedByWriters.

Also if you haven't already done so please also check out these awesome NATM Stories:

'Ancient Love' by OurMidnightMemory

'Anything for You' by DestinedForGreen

'Ahkmenrah's Heart' Sky_Rivers

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'Parents Vs Passion' by Agent_MJ123

'Tears' by

~Sargun