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This is an exert of a book that i am writing. Please do not plagerise and jus look on and read and prehaps comment on ideas.

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The Beginning

1481BC August

I stared gloomily into to the deep, murky and yet beautiful water of the Nile River. As the flowing water rushed past I asked myself, what had become of my life? Some would say that the greatest moment of my life has become. But then why was I uneasy?  Why was I spending this day of joy staring at my reflection? Only a moment ago I had been poor, but now I am are wealthy enough. Maybe my feelings come because I have lost the life I was so accustomed to? As all my thoughts clustered in my mind like the flooding river before me,  I examined myself.

My skin was the original deep tan passed down from my mother’s side of the family. And my facial features resembled my father. My eyebrows were thick, dark and obvious, and my nose was arching and not really one of my better features. My lips were full and my brown hair was to my shoulders. It was surprising because only a few weeks ago I would have been filthy and covered with the orange dust that covers the ground for nearly as far as I could see. My hair would have been rough and tangled, not brushed and smooth as it was now. I would have also been sadder, the lines in my face more visible, but now in my new life, I was barely recognisable. 

Only recently have I learnt to scribe. Naturally girls my age were not permitted to scribe. But I have been given this chance from Amun, my lands protector and God. I am a personal assistant and maid, خادمة ,for our great and honoured Pharaoh, Hatshepsut. She seems to favour me and so she is the one who I follow because she had done something incredible. She is a female pharaoh. There hadn’t been one like her for years. Many men follow her as well, though there are many who disapprove of her. Not that they would voice their opinions aloud. None are that foolish.

I believe the travels in my life will one day become important so I am going to record my life. But first I must tell how I came to be a maid of Hatshepsut. Perhaps someday this will be read? But for now I can just dwell in the Past and Present…

Chapter 1:

“Cena! Snake!”My mothers voice cried out in alarm. I whipped out of my daze. Franticly trying to penetrate my gaze through the suns glare overhead, I stand up from the sand at my Nile. I kicked away my drawings and writings in the dust. It wouldn’t do for someone to see them. I stumble out of the sand and begin to sprint towards my house. My mother is extremely terrified of snakes and with father away to build some monument or other I was the one who had to seal the snake’s unpleasant fate.

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Corrupted

Today it was worse. I could feel the ball of pain inside her obscuring all my own feelings. The gut wrenching emotions chocked and filled up our bond. It was heart wrenching as I felt her pain throbbing clearly through our bond as if the pain and sorrow was my own. She couldn’t hold it together anymore. After all we’ve been through she finally had to let go.

I feel sorry for her, I truly do, but I feel that she could have tried harder to stop the others from finding out about her. Guilt pricks me painfully even as I think these thoughts. I have to stop thinking like this. I have to protect her. I need to protect her.

I just wish she would let me. She used to, but now she’s so distant I fear for what is happening to her. The blackness I can feel through our bond is strange and frightening. She is supposed to be the calm and kind one, and yet I feel as if something deep within her is corrupting her. It must be the magic. Ms Karp had warned us.

For now all I know to do is to protect her.

After all that’s why I was created

 

This is my own writing told through the perspective of a already made character in a book: 'Rose Hathaway' from The Vampire Acadamy Series(Book 1 beginning) by Richelle Mead.