Writing as a kid.

[aisalynn]

amyxaphania made a post with some pieces she had written as a kid, including an extremely creative children's book she had made for her sister.

So I though I'd share some of my really old stuff. Most of the stuff I wrote as a really young kid is gone now, thrown away along with the notebooks they were written in. However I did managed to find an old story I typed up. Reading through it I'd say I was either eleven or twelve, based off of the obsession with Egypt and the slight resemblance to Aladdin and the King of Theives. Also, the name Akasha, which I use in it, was taken straight from Anne Rice's novels, and I read them sometime around sixth grade.

Anyway, without further ado:





I, Triphenia, daughter of Enkil III, niece to his highness, Pharaoh Seti, write this

in a nameless tomb.

Akasha is obviously the strongest of the three of us. Yesterday, while I was

sleeping, she explored this place. What she saw I do not know, as I do not dare to travel

outside this room myself. But I do know that she came back with food. I suppose she

stole the food from the deceased that is enclosed in here, as are we. It is our custom to

give the dead riches and food for the after life. Evidently, whoever is in here, has not

used them. Perhaps there is no after life, I do not know now.

I have decided to keep a journal of what happens here. Perhaps, in the future,

someone will break into this tomb and find it. Then they would know what happened to

us, and why we are here. If they are to know, I suppose I must start with the beginning.

For the beginning is always a good place to start.


It was a few weeks ago when my sister, Akasha, came running into my room, in

terrible distress.

“Kayman!” she shrieked before she collapsed on my bed.

Kayman. The man who is constantly trying to destroy my uncles rein. He had

been banished two years before. If she speaks his name it must be that he has come back

from the deserts. I went to her side.

“What has happened?” I asked her.

Akasha took a deep breath. “He has come from the desert and he seeks the stone

of Omri! I heard him say it himself!” I listened as she told her story.

She had been in the temple of Isis, praying, when she heard him behind the

column, talking to one of the thieves that thrive in Egypt.

“I must find that stone, and bring down the curse upon Seti. Gather all your

companions and meet me here tomorrow at sunset.”

“Kayman,” the thief said feebly, “ we do not know if the stone exists and even if

we did, we do not know where to look!”

“Just bring your men tomorrow. I will handle the rest.”

Akasha had ran home then.

As soon as she was finished, I was out the door, heading for my fathers room.

“Triphenia, wait!” Akasha ran and grabbed my arm. “We cannot go to father

about this! He will not believe it! Father believes Kayman for dead!”

“I know this, Akasha. But what else are we to do?”

She grabbed my shoulders. “We must follow Kayman, find the stone, and destroy

it before he finds it.”

At this I was shocked. Akasha was known for proposing and doing irrational

ideas, but this! This was suicidal!

“We cannot!” I gasped. “We will surely perish!”

“Than we will perish. But if we do nothing, our uncle will die right along with the

people of Egypt.”

“You are right of course.” I sighed.

Akasha grabbed my hand and led me to the slave quarters, where we met up with

Jenel, a slave boy. Akasha told him what we planned to do. Jenel immediately agreed to

help us, and we began to plan what we would do.

Just before sunset the next day, we went to give offering to Isis. I had with me

some incents of coconut oil, my personal favorite. I had just lit it when my sister grabbed

my arm.

“They are here!” she whispered as she pulled me to a dark corner.

And they were. A man strolled in, he was tall, muscular, and badly sun burnt.

“Kayman.” My sister whispered.

From the other side of the temple, came five men, some of them were holding

knives, and daggers. A very large man who was using what looked like some birds bone

for a toothpick, had a sword. The thieves.

One very scrawny man spoke up, “We are all here Kayman.”

“Good. I have horses at the entrance. We will ride into the desert.” They walked

out.

We waited until the sound of the horses had long faded before we went outside.

There were two horses left. Akasha and I got on one horse, Jenel got on the other. We

followed their footsteps, which stopped at a hole in the sand. Their horses were tied to a

large stake planted in the ground. We tied our horses to the same stake.

There was a rope tied to a humongous stone, that looked like it had just been dug

out of the earth. The hole looked like an entrance to an ancient underground tomb. We

grabbed the rope and climbed down. It was indeed a tomb, with the symbols of the

ancients all over the walls. The thieves had lit torches, and we could see their footprints

in the filth that covered the floor.

They had thrown everything about, and torn the stones out of the walls. We

looked through the rubble, hoping to find something they had not. There were jewels,

crowns, golden statues of cats, and our gods, but nothing that would give us a inkling to

where the stone was.

Jenel picked up an old gold cat, “Perhaps, they have it, Miss. What should we

do?” he walked toward me, tripped and dropped the cat.

When it shattered a small stone came rolling out.

“The stone of Omri!” Akasha shrieked, and grabbed it.

It was just a gray stone with the ancient writing on it. It could fit in the palm of

my hand. There was nothing that could propose that it could bring down a whole country.

As it had in ancient times.

“Hey! I heard something from over there!” The thieves came running down the

corridor.

“Quickly! Give me the stone!” Akasha threw it to me, and I placed it in a crack in

the wall, where it could not be seen.

The thieves came in the room.

“Well, well. Look who followed us in,” Kayman said. “Tie them up.”

We were tied to large columns in that room. They never found the stone, and

Kayman swore it was because of us. And as a penalty, he said, we were to be

concealed in the tomb.

So while we struggled to break from the ropes that bound us, they climbed up the

rope, cut it and push the large stone over the opening.

Oh, Isis, I prayed as I gazed at what would be my last view of the stars.



That is how we came to be in this tomb. We found a way to get untied, and spent

the next two days searching for a way out. But this place is so vast that we did not even

cover half of it. I fear we will never see the light of day again.

Jenel has been sitting in his corner for hours. He doesn’t talk. And he barely even

touched his food. Every now and then we see him shake, or hear him whimper.

We are down to our last torch, and I will not be able to write much longer. I do

not know what will happen to us. I can only pray. But are our gods actual or just gold

statues? I’m afraid I will find out sooner than I wish. We cannot last long in here and I

fear the end.

This scroll is short and the torch it practically out, so I must bid you farewell.