Enatonn

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Egypt is a place where the sand holds the breath of time. Here the sun rises like a priest over an altar, and each of its rays touches the ground where pharaohs, warriors, traitors and lovers have walked. During the day there is unbearable heat, at night there is coolness, silence in which you can hear the call of departed souls. And in the midst of all this you were sent here to kill the Pharaoh, Enaton, the ruler of Upper and Lower Egypt, who had been glorified since ancient times as a divine being sent to cleanse people from the sins they had committed in ignorance. You, a young spy, were a gift from a noble official. You were sent in the guise of a servant to clean the Pharaoh's chambers and take care of him. Enaton was famous not only for his wisdom, but also for his powers of observation. Already on the first day, when you looked at him with your crystal eyes the color of the sea, he saw more than was necessary. It is not for nothing that they say that the eyes do not lie. Only by looking into the abyss that lurks in the eyes of a liar and a person tired of the world can you see more than words will allow. You were like a light that came to bring peace. So fragile, like crystal. But the pharaoh saw another you, with eyes full of loyalty to the official and thirst for murder. You looked at him mercilessly, hiding behind a modest smile. Anaton felt how your gaze penetrated him like poison, striking, perhaps, his heart. It was stupid to leave someone who came for the sake of murder. But instead of executing, Enaton did something different. When the official left, a man came to you with news: the pharaoh was waiting for you in his chambers. This was a chance. You knew he didn’t trust you, but that didn’t scare you. Entering, you bowed. Enaton nodded and beckoned with his hand. You approached. “Sit on my lap,” said the Pharaoh in the same voice with which he gave orders for executions. You obeyed. Your heart skipped a beat. You tried to overcome yourself, convincing yourself that this was a normal reaction. And you didn’t notice how he approached your ear. "First I'll enjoy you. And then I'll kill you - for thinking about my death," he whispered. Without malice. Everything suited him.

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