A/n Omfg!!! I have over 1k reads. Omg I love you all for reading this book. You guys are so cool. And I know that every wattpad writer does this and you guys might be all meh. But you guys are amazing. Sorry it took so long to update but this chapter is pretty long. Above is a picture of Sabra. She is going to be played by Aishwarya Rai.

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"Easy on the reins Ramses" chided Ahkmenrah softly to his ten year old cousin.

Ramses a slight dark little boy loosened the reins on his bay pony Iros. Ramses was a small child, smaller than most children his age. He had sharp brown eyes and his head was shaved like Kahmunrah's. He was Merenkahre's sister's son. But today he was Ahkmenrah's pupil in horsemanship.

"Don't give Iros to much rein either. Remember, supple and subtle." Finally Ramses held the reins correctly. Ahkmenrah grinned he checked the sand filled hourglass. The hour was up and Ramses had only just learnt to sit, hold the reins, walk and trot for a bit. It wasn't half bad but Ahkmenrah felt that Ramses needed to be less afraid of these beautiful creatures.They were his passion and he couldn't understand why people were afraid.

"Well I guess you should go home now. We will try some more trotting next week. How does that sound?" Ahkmenrah asked. Ramses gave a childish smile and said

"Can we do two hours next week? Please?!" His enthusiasm warmed Ahkmenrah.

"Only if it's alright with you mother. Otherwise we will both get a thrashing"

Ramses grinned then he ran off home. Ahkmenrah watched his graceful strides and remembered how he would always try to run away from Seknut whenever he had done something mischievous which was almost everyday. Things haven't changed much he thought to himself I'm still getting in trouble and dragging Kahmun into it.

Taking Iros back to the stables he remembered the one time he put a quivering green frog in Khufu's favourite dish as a ten year old. That was the one time the Pharaoh hadn't reprimanded him for playing a prank.

Ahkmenrah slipped quietly into palace humming and old tune to himself when he heard the high pitched giggling of a girl. Curiosity got the better of him so he walked noiselessly to the source of the noise. And lo behold was his brother and a young servant girl talking or more accurately flirting.

The young serving girl was red and smiling. Her brown eyes sparkled with lust and delight. Kahmunrah leaned over and whispered sweet nothings in her ears. She turned a brighter shade of scarlet a giggled again.

Slowly Kahmunrah drew her closer to her his arms looped around her waist. She rested her arms against his toned chest a pressed her lips against his.

Ahkmenrah who was observing this behind a wall gagged rather loudly in disgust. So loud that Kahmunrah heard and pulled away. He said a few words to the girl and they separated. Kahmunrah walked over to were his brother was.

"So while I was away being ever so noble in teaching a young child the art of horsemanship you my older brother have disgraced yourself in the act of womanizing. How many girls have you seen today?"

"One actually, while you were being 'ever so noble' I happened to take up my head architect duties."

Then for the first time Ahkmenrah noticed three scrolls hanging from Kahmunrah's belt.

"What's that?" He asked.

"I'll show you come on."

They went to their room and Kahmunrah unrolled the scroll. Ahkmenrah raised his eyebrow when he saw the contents.

"Another Pyramid?" He asked in monotone, but it was ironic really. You destroy a pyramid, you become head architect, you build another one. "Honestly Kahmun I expected better from you"

"But not just any pyramid brother. The biggest pyramid in all of Egypt. Imohotep named it The Pyramid of Giza. Did I mention that it will also be a tomb so we shall see the gods after we die."

"It's great and all but there is a slightly major problem. It's perfect for tomb robbers to get at."

"So your not that much of an idiot as I thought. But anyway" Kahmunrah took out another scroll "That Is state of the art technology to protect the tomb. False doors, arrows, snakes, scorpions, and if that doesn't kill you I've got a little surprise waiting at the end."

"Not bad Kahmun. Not bad at all."

"I just need to make sure that this plan doesn't land in the wrong hands." So he removed a brick from the wall and placed a scroll in it. "Ahk will promise you won't tell anyone"

"Who do you think I am? Khufu?"

Kahmunrah gave him a dead serious look. Ahkmenrah realised this foot long yellowed parchment meant a lot to Kahmunrah. It was the string that held him to the future, maybe even the afterlife. It was dreams and aspirations all rolled into one.

"Alright I promise" agreed Ahkmenrah.

Kahmunrah gave his rare beautiful winning smile. Then his face fell as if remembering something important. Then he looked at his brother in the eyes.

"What time is it?" He asked.

"Noon. I thought you'd know that by now."

"Good." His face perked up "Seknut would have lectured us for breaking promises"

"I'm confused. Please enlighten me Kahmun"

"Remember we promised to visit her today because her niece was coming to stay" supplied Kahmunrah as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh"

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They had to walk through the marketplace once again to visit Seknut. Suddenly Kahmunrah stopped sharply next to the pen and paper shop.

"Wait here. I need to get something"

Kahmunrah raced off ahead. Ahkmenrah stood there absent mindedly, whistling to himself. He whistled for quite a while until he got bored and started looking at the pen and paper at the store. There were many types of papyrus. Some pure white and some dark yellow. He kept shuffling through the different sheafs of papyrus until...

Crash!

He turned his head swiftly. A store a few meters away from him had fallen over. Three men clad in black leapt from the fallen the wreckage with a bag. Probably stuffed with the meagre things the person was selling. These bandits probably were very desperate, most likely on drugs. Their faces where hidden by black masks but their triumph was evident. Ahkmenrah wasn't surprised. He heard reports of robbery every day at the market place. As the robbers scrambled to wherever they were going an old woman had emerged from the wreckage. She had white hair with slivers of ebony showing through. She was sobbing. It was then when Ahkmenrah got an inkling of how much this shop meant to the old woman. It was enough to send him tearing down the marketplace after the robbers.

It took him only five seconds to catch up with them. The bandits had sensed him and took a sharp turn into an alleyway. Too late they realised it was a dead end. One cursed and all three turned around to face their opponent. Ahkmenrah and the three bandits sized each other up. The three bandits grinned beneath their masks. Sure Ahkmenrah was tall and well muscled but he didn't look like a fighter. And anyway there was three of them and only one of him. But as the saying goes looks aren't everything.

Ahkmenrah took his stance and gave them a dangerous look which could only be interpreted as Give me the bag or face the consequences. The bandits grinned, after all there was still three of them.

The bandit attacked first hitting him in the gut. Ahkmenrah replied to his attacker with with a sharp kick in the groin. His attacker wheezed in pain and melted to the ground. The other two charged at Ahkmenrah with knives. A decent fight broke out and when Ahkmenrah tried to recall it afterwards all he saw was a blur of knives fists and blood.

Slowly and painfully the man who got hit in the groin rose. He was still in pain and still a bit shaken but he was angry and hungry for revenge.

The other two bandits who were fighting saw this. An understanding seemed to come over them. The two of them grabbed Ahkmenrah by the arms and pushed him against the wall. As much he tried to fend them of he couldn't. He was stuck to the wall like a fly in a pot of honey. The bandit who had stood up grinned an cracked his knuckles. He spun his knife and smiled viciously under his mask. Ahkmenrah had put up a good fight but now he was going to die. From the corner of his eye he saw a flash of white and silver but thought nothing of it.

He was going look at his killer straight in the eye, he will remain fighting even when his physical being wasn't capable of it. He stood defiantly waiting for the blow or many blows that will end his life. But they never came.

He saw three swift flashes of silver. He heard his would be killer scream and saw man clad in white. The man wore a white flowing robe that reached his knees. He wore white leggings underneath. In his hand he held a silver sword. He wore a white turban and His face was covered by a white cloth. Ahkmenrah reckoned he was an Arab.

The two men holding Ahkmenrah let go and approached the Arab. Another fight commenced. Ahkmenrah now standing in the side lines stood aghast. The Arab's movements seemed like a dance, his robes like the skirts of dancers fluttering about his legs. He'd never seen anyone, not even Kahmunrah, fight so gracefully.

The bandits where now crouching over clutching their their arms and torsos. The Arab gave them one harsh glare and the bandits fled the alleyway. The Arab sheathed his sword and approached Ahkmenrah. For a brief second he thought that the Arab was going to kill him. But those thoughts were effaced when the Arab picked up the bag of the old woman's stolen goods and held it out to him. That was when Ahkmenrah saw the Arabs eyes. He stood entranced for the Arabs eyes were like nothing he had ever seen before. They were blue. Ahkmenrah's own green eyes were a shocking enough colour because most Egyptians had brown eyes. And to top it all wasn't any old pale blue. It was electric, dark and bright at the same time. The blue of the Nile and the sky couldn't match its brilliance.

The Arab grew impatient and shook the bag. The jingling sound the revealing non-precious metals and they also managed to bring Ahkmenrah out of his trance. He nodded and took the bag. He could feel the Arab smile under the cloth that covered his face.

The Arab gave Ahkmenrah a a small salute. Then using the bricks on the side of the buildings the Arab climbed out of the alleyway. On top of the roof and out of sight. Sub-consciously Ahkmenrah decided he had a lot to improve on his fighting and climbing.

He walked out of the alleyway.

Meanwhile his brother Kahmunrah had been arguing with owner of the pen and paper shop.

"What do you mean he just ran away?" He question angrily.

"Well one minute he was here the next minute he was chasing after a group of armed robbers."

"That noble little ass is going to get himself killed" Kahmunrah muttered. He was just about to ask the shop keeper which way he went when the shopkeeper announced:

"There he is now. I dare say..."

But Kahmunrah was already running over to his little brother and embracing him. In the first few seconds he felt relieved. He even let out a few tears of relief. But then he felt something warm and sticky at his arms and chest. He pulled away an looked at his chest. A streak of red coloured it, his arms were covered with it.

"Ahk...what...?"

Ahkmenrah looked at his own chest and vaguely remembered knives slashing at it. But he only had one thing on his mind. To return the bag to the old woman. He turned towards the wreckage of the shop where the old woman was trying to salvage what she could. Tears stained her eyes.

She saw Ahkmenrah approaching but turned away, convinced he was no good. Ahkmenrah held out the bag to her. Shocked she took the bag in her shaking hands. She tried to speak but no words seemed to come out. Kahmunrah had come over by now and he seemed to sense that the items in the bag weren't worth much. He gestured to his ring that suggested that he was prince and head architect. It was made out of 23 carat gold.

In an almost synchronised motion they took off their rings of office and place it in he old woman's right hand. As she looked at the engravings on the rings she gasped. They where the rings of princes. Sobbing she took them into her arms as if they were her own children then she said something that became engraved upon their hearts forever.

"The gods gave blessed Egypt to have sons like you."

The crowd stood in a silent salute. The brothers had helped set up the shop once again. She had cleaned and bandaged Ahkmenrah's wounds. And. from that day on the old woman, whose name was Sesheherat, was like the grandmother they never had met.

It was almost sunset when they reached Seknut's house. On the way Ahkmenrah told his brother about the robbers and the Arab in white. Kahmunrah listened attentively. After a long silence he spoke.

"Call me crazy but I think it was all Khufu's doing"

"Huh?"

"Let me explain. He hates your guts right?"

"Yes"

"He's rich right?"

"Yes"

"He can easily hire assassins to kill you right?"

"Yes"

"He wants the throne right?"

"Yes"

"You are the king's son right?"

"Who else do you think I am?"

"Then there is a chance that he set this up to break up the royal family"

Ahkmenrah thought about this for a moment.

"How would he know it would have worked?" He asked.

"Because you're a noble little ass."

"How does he know that? I thought that he thought that I was nothing but trouble."

"Ismara" replied Kahmunrah coolly. For the first time Ahkmenrah did not flinch when he heard her name.

"Makes sense but you've got no proof Kahmun"

"I know I don't but that doesn't mean you should be even less careless around him"

"I know. Don't worry I'll be fine." Ahkmenrah said as they reached Seknut's house. Then almost childishly he asked "Can I knock?"

"Go ahead"

So Ahkmenrah knocked three times and just before he finished the third knock the door opened revealing a young girl around Ahkmenrah's age, sixteen. She was of course Seknut's niece.

"Hello can I help you?" She asked.

She wasn't particularly pretty, but she wasn't particularly ugly either. She had dry wavy hair which framed a richly tanned angular face. She had dark circles under her eyelids like she hadn't slept for days. But if she frowned or showed any sign of aggression she looked deadly and beautiful. She was seemed fit and strong, stronger than what most women would be, you could see the muscles on her arms. She had virtue, that was clear enough, but it was something much higher than what you would see in your average priest. Her eyes where striking, electric, dark and bright at the same time. The blue of the Nile and the sky couldn't match its brilliance.

Her eyes made Ahkmenrah say the following words.

"You were that Arab"

She gave him a look of dull confusion.

"I'm sorry I don't quite..."

But Ahkmenrah knew she was lying.

"But you were there, I remember...you..."

"What's going on Sabra?" Shouted Seknut from inside.

No one answered. Seknut's heavy footsteps were heard approaching. Suddenly her wizened plump figure appeared.

"Well if it isn't my little boy." She smiled embracing Kahmunrah.

This brought Ahkmenrah back to his old playful self.

"And what am I?" he scoffed "His slave? I'm starting to feel a little left out today"

Seknut smiled and gave signature statement "Get in all of you before you catch a cold"

As they filed in Ahkmenrah glanced back at Sabra. Her face was stone. She was damn good actress he had to give her that.

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Of course Kahmunrah had been right about Khufu. He had set up the whole robbery murder. He waited in his private rooms for the news. He was waiting for the death of the prince, for Ahkmenrah was the most loved in the whole family. His death could easily tear the family apart.

You couls imagine his surprise when the three bandits came in all bloodied and bruised.

"Did you kill him?" Khufu asked them.

The tallest and biggest, Bukhet, answered "No but hey, did you bring us anything to eat, Khufu, old buddy, old pal? Did ya, did ya, did ya?"

Khufu grimaced as he held out a large quantity of opium "I don't think you really deserve this. I practically gift-wrapped that idiot for you, with my ingenious plan, and you couldn't even dispose of him."

"Well, you know, it wasn't exactly like he was that important, Khufu." Said the smallest, Shet.

Bukhet then supported him by saying "Yeah. What were we supposed to do? Kill Merenkahre?"

Khufu's face lit up "Precisely."

He walked over to the other side of the room. From a chest he took out three objects. He placed them upon his study and motioned for his minions to follow. They did and in the waning light of the sun they made out a basket with a cobra resting at its base, a cruel jagged knife and a bottle of poison.

Khufu spoke "Three ways to kill a king, three ways to steal his ring."

He handed the knife to Bukhet, the basket to Enlut (the bandit of average size) and the poison to Shet.

"Fail me..." Khufu made a motion with his thumb pointed towards his neck, swiftly moving from on side to another. The message was clear Fail me and meet your death. He continued speaking "Since you have failed me today you will receive a mild punishment"

He took out his own dagger. Three swift movements from his wrist. Three different screams. Three bloodied ears fall to the floor.

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A/N So how was that? I dropped a Lion King reference in their. Hopefully you guys will be able to spot it.