The Demon of Egypt: Nala's Side by Amber Riel (good beach reads .txt) 📕

         Egypt? What can I say?  Beautiful desert lands with some vegetation.  Light brown sand as if being on the sandy beach.  We weren’t far from the Nile river which was filled with green vegetation and beautiful trees which shielded the wild life.  It was beautiful especially after the rainy season although during the rainy season we would have to prepare for the horrible floods that would take place.  The deep blue water would wash away our crops, farms, and even our people if we weren’t prepared; killing quite a hand full.

          I remember visiting the beautiful Nile, wishing I could just dive in and swim. The cool water washing off the sweat from the desert heat.  It would have been so refreshing but for me it was nothing a dream and dreams never lasted.  I had better things to do.

          I woke up on my long, wide white bed as the sun shone in.  I sat up and looked out of the white canopy around my bed.  The canopy was clear and see through.  I raised my lip in anger.  I hated mornings.  I looked down at my long white with a hem of gold around the collar and the bottom of my night dress.  I crawled out of bed and looked into my wide and long mirror on the white and gold vanity.  My hair was fallen out of the bun I had fixed the night before.  I growled at my horrible reminder of an reflection in the mirror.  I didn’t look like a princess, I looked like a pathetic salve girl with no morals.  I look worse than a slave, I thought as my dark brown eyes followed the outline of my reflection.  I removed the black hair tie from my hair and picked up my golden brush.

          The brush had light brown bristles which were soft and didn’t do much to get the tangles out of my long dark brown, almost black, kind of wavy hair.  My hair was kind of damp from the bath I had taken the night before so it was softer and a lot easier to brush.  I continued to brush until the hair become even more easier to deal with.  When I was done, I placed the brush on the table and fixed my hair back into a bun with the black hair tie.     

          I sat down in my golden chair which sat in front of the vanity set.  I sighed as I took a little black box and placed it in front of me.  Oh goody, make up time, I thought, sarcastically as I begin to fix the golden eye shadow around my eyes followed by the black oily mascara on my eyelashes to give them the bird-like look.  I fixed the rest of my make up on my flawless white tanned cheek. The worse part of my day.

          Once I had finished my hair and make-up, I noticed that I still had my stupid night gown on.  “Are you kidding me?” I mumbled to myself in anger.  I stood up and rushed behind my little dressing post as I grabbed a long white dress.  “Why did I leave this on?” I asked myself, ticked off, as I threw the night gown over the dressing post.  “I never do that.  This is starting off to be a horrible, stupid, freaking day.  I’m going to wind up having to redo that stupid make-up and my hair all over again.  I hate mornings.”  I had quickly slid on my new, clean dress for the day.  I walked back over to the vanity and looked into the mirror.  To my relief, my make-up and bun where still perfect.  Good.  I grabbed my black, short wig which was sitting on a mannequin’s head.  I placed the wig on top of my head, making sure it was perfect and that it didn’t do anything to my bun.  I smiled at the sight.  Just a few more things to do then I’m good to go.

           I walked into the hallway passing slaves and others who I didn’t care for as well.  A bald man who was about in his mid-thirties made his way toward me.  I had a distaste for the man as did he for me.  I wish he would wear more than that stupid white skirt and those dumb gold sandals.  He also wore two golden wrist bands, one on each wrist, but like the other men in Egypt he was shirtless.  His chest looked shiny in the light, even his bald head reflected the light.  Surprisingly, he was an attractive man to other women, but to me, he was just another person who wanted to control me.  “Princess Nala,” he spoke with tolerance in his voice, “your father is waiting for you in the dining hall along with your brothers.”

          I could tell by his voice that someone had angered him earlier and I would usually take that time to make a comment just to tick him off even more but I wasn’t in the mood.  I just sighed.  “Thank you, Imhotep.”  I began to walk toward the way which the man had come from.

          “Oh and you might want to watch your behavior today, your royal highness.”

          I stopped in my steps and clenched my fist for his comment.  I knew he worked for my father and I knew that I had no choice but to ignore his cold words.  Sadly, that was no fun for me.  I spun around and eyed him.  “I don’t care who you are but you shouldn’t disrespect me, especially in my home.”

          “I wasn’t disrespecting you.”  I heard evil laughter in his words as he spoke.  “But come on, Nala, you have destroyed more than half this city within two full days…. What kind of princess does that?”

          I eyed him, growing angrier and angrier.

          “You know they believe that you’re just a demon.”

          “Oh what do you know?” I hissed.

          He raised an slim, gray eyebrow at me.  “You’re a wolf in sheep clothing…. Or should I say, 'Girl?'”  An evil smile grew on his face.  “You know it’s true and nothing that you can do about it.”

          “What I do to the humans who don’t obey me is up to me…. Not you.”

          “Yes, threatening them is worth wild, isn’t it?”

          I growled as I watched the man walk away.

         I walked into an extravagant dining room filled with tables filled with food for a feast.  The food ranged from roasted wild birds to green grape vines.  I walked over to the dining table as my mouth began to water from the smells.  I sat down next to my brother, Niki.  Niki was my twin brother and a few minutes older.  He wore a golden head band around his head and was pretty much dressed the same way as Imhotep had been earlier along with my other brother, Simba, who was our older brother by a few years.

          My father, Ramos as the people of our land had known him as, sat at the end of the table.  His outfit had consisted of the same as the other men expect you could tell the difference.  His head band was wore like a crown to show that he was the pharaoh.  He wore a gold and large ring around his neck although it wasn’t a ring.  I wasn’t sure of what the name was but I didn’t really care. 

All I knew was that as the pharaoh’s one and only daughter I was able to get away with anything, especially murder.  Imhotep was right about me being evil but I knew he was no better, and his comment hadn’t sounded right, coming from his mouth.

          “It’s nice of you to join us, Nala,” my father spoke in an equally good mood.  It was a surprising tone for him and this hadn’t seem right to me.

          “Good morning, father,” I had replied.

          Niki yawned, kind of bored.

          “Now that the three of you are here,” my father continued, “I have some news.”

          The three of us looked at our father.  I could tell by both of my brothers’ expressions that they were just as surprised by his tone as I was.

          “I have met this beautiful young woman a few years older than Simba and we are in love….”

          I kind of felt my mouth drop a little and my left eyebrow raised up as I stared in shock at my father.

          “I have decided to remarry.”

          I looked at the table in confusion.  It didn’t make since to me.  My father had the chance to remarry after my mother had died, while Niki and I were still babies but he didn’t and now he was telling us that he wanted to marry again.  I figured he had given up on love and besides he was supposed to find a man who would take me…. Not find a woman for himself…. At least a woman for one of my two eligible brothers.  Now, I will admit that no man would ever want to marry me for three reasons: I was evil, I was very picky when it came to the right guy, and three I would most likely have killed him if he didn’t listen to me.

          “I would like for the three of you to meet my lovely bride to be.”  My father left without another word, leaving me and my two brothers alone and shocked.

          “I think it’s great,” Simba spoke as he slowly snapped to.

          “I don’t,” Niki mumbled under his breath.

          “Father’s been under a lot of stress since mother died, I think that it’s great he has finally found someone.”

          “Mother’s death?” I asked as if I didn’t know the story.  “He could have just married after he had her killed.”

          Simba looked at me.  He wore a shocked expression on his face.  “Nala, how can you say that?”

          “She tried to kill me and Niki and I think that would have been a great time for him to meet someone to swoon over.”

          Simba shook his head.  “You can’t just be happy for father can you?”

          I began to growl at my brother as I began to speak.  “He shouldn’t expect us to just be happy for him.”

          “That’s because he shouldn’t have too.  We should already be happy because he’s our father.”

          I would have attacked Simba if it hadn’t been for the fact that we were blood.  I eyed him and let my anger die down.  “Fine.”  I left the room.  I didn’t want to hear anything else about our father and his wedding.  

          I removed the wig which fell down over my cheeks and placed it back on the head of the mannequin I had removed it from.  I opened the glimmering gold doors of my bedroom which led out to a large, round balcony.  The balcony