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Sands of time chapter 3

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Author’s note: Sweet cliches of fanfiction hell this is all sugar! I must have been very bored in Macroeconomics…

 

Truly, madly, deeply

The pot was shimmering on the hearth and the small house looked clean and cozy with Ra’s light entering from the windows. Compared to its surrounding the house seemed stuck to a time when the village had been prosperous.

 

The young woman had devoted her attention in setting the table with the household’s mismatched plates; potter side by side with gold. The roaming spirits’ whispers did not faze her, rather she embraced them as one does a family. That was what they were to her after all; her adoptive family.

 

The distant sound of hooves had her abandoning her work and rushing to the outskirts of the forgotten village. A familiar black horse was racing towards her, its rider burdened by a heavy sack. With a wry smile she wondered what unfortunate noble had been stripped of his wealth.

 

For Akefia it was a sight for sore eyes that greeted him. Kul Elna might be crumbling slowly, its spirits begging for release and revenge, but amongst the destruction and ruins life persisted. The thief smiled at his oddly poetic thought and dismounted on the hidden stable outside the village. The spirits always spooked the horses he stole. Hoisting his loot he walked proudly to where his Queen was waiting.

 

The sack was abandoned on the ground as soon as she threw her arms around him, practically flying to his embrace. He spun her around, smirking at the sound of her laugh and the teasing spirits surrounding them. Despite their torment, his people always felt happier when he returned after a successful raid.

 

The stolen treasures were carelessly dumped in one of the houses near his own and Akefia, his arm still possessively wrapped around Elena’s waist, allowed himself to finally relax. Despite his lover’s assurances, he still had a hard time believing that the day wouldn’t come when Kul Elna would die for good. But for the moment the smell of fresh bread and meat was much more appealing than his own grim thoughts.

 

The spirits retreated towards the temple, proud of their son and willing to allow him peace to rest until their temporary appeasement by the gold and jewels ended.

 

Despite her calm happiness Elena was beaming on the inside. The last week had been lonely with just the spirits as her company. She had never thought that she would become so dependent to the presence of a man but after she met Akefia she found herself falling harder every day.

 

The Thief Kind saw himself as the darkness, telling her more than once that her soul was the only light shining over their village. He was wrong. His affection, awkward and shy as it was most of the time, matured and strengthened her. Her magic had grown tenfold and her Ka was summoned easier each time. She had embraced her role as the Queen of Thieves much more readily than what would have been expected from a former noblewoman. Elena took it as a sign from the gods that this was her place in the world, just like her golden eyes betrayed the nature of her Spirit.

 

That night they danced together under the stars by the village’s well, where the market used to be. There was no music but the one in their heads but there was no need for one. They were content.

Sands of time chapter 2

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Author’s note: Yes, the title is from the Disney song. I was listening to it (in my head) while writing this. So, for lack of a better title… Actually, I kinda like the idea of song lyrics for titles. By the end of this fic (whenever that happens) I’ll have a proper soundtrack!

***And at last I see the light***

He had been gone for a week. Elena sighed as she threw a log to the fire, her attention fixed at the entrance of the cave. Akefia had not expected her to stay but she had nowhere to go and besides she was drawn to him. He rarely talked to her, even when he was “home” but he had occasionally brought things back to her from his business. She had been wondering if he was some kind of merchant what with his long absences and strange things he brought back. Elena sighed. She was constantly thinking about the white-haired man, worrying for him and wondering if he was alright, if he had someone else…

 

Before the jealous thought could root in her heart the sound of hoofs rushing in the sand reached her. Flying to the opening of the cave she saw Akefia tie his black horse in shade and walk towards her. She frowned. Something in the way he moved was wrong. He was clutching his face and blood was sipping through his fingers. He was muttering a steady stream of curses that only increased when he saw her watching him concerned. Her eyes were the reason he had been so active lately. The worry that shown through them every time he returned from a long raid filled him with a warm feeling that he hadn’t felt since he was five.

 

Forgetting her usual shyness she rushed to his side and helped him sit against the cave wall.

“What happened?” she asked scared, wetting a rag and leaning to clean the wound. Akefia leaned away instinctively

“Damned guards, that’s what happened.” He snapped angrily. He would be lucky if he didn’t lose his eye. Elena bit her lip and hesitantly brought the rag closer to his face again.

“Please let me clean it,” she said quietly. “It will get infected if it stays like this.” With a sigh the Thief King rested against the wall and allowed her to do as she wished. He felt her gently washing the blood away, trying to make the process as painless as possible.

“You are too soft-hearted,” he said gruffly. “You’ll only end up in trouble for showing mercy to an outlaw.” His words triggered something in her memory.

“The King of Thieves,” she whispered, finally remembering how they had met. “This outlaw saved my life and I trust him,” she said louder so that he could hear her. He closed his uninjured eye.

“That’s foolish of you,” he insisted. “I am the darkness. I will only taint you if you come too close.”

“Then I will be your light,” she said firmly. As if to illustrate her words a warm, golden light came through her hand and covered the wound. With a gasp the girl drew her hand back and her eyes widened. Akefia moved his hand hesitantly to his eye. His fingers traced the crisscrossing scar, marveling at the fact that he could still see perfectly. His eyes snapped to the shocked girl in front of him and for the first time he noticed the shimmering outline of her Ka.

“Phoenix,” he whispered in reverence. Along with the White Dragon, the two fabled Kas that the Pharaoh’s priests coveted yet could not find. And here it was, hidden within the girl he had saved, protecting them both. The Thief King suddenly understood the meaning of destiny.

 

He had been destined to save her. She had been destined to heal him. And as they looked at each other’s eyes they realized that they were destined for each other.

Sands of time chapter 1

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Author’s note: …and a long-ish one it shall be. I remember beginning this story when I was sixteen. It had been a very long day and IB Economics was dragging on even more than usual. I had a few loose leaves of paper and while I was supposed to take notes on Macroeconomics I started writing down ideas for a fanfic. Not Spirit of Fire, that was well on it’s way at that point. Rather it would be on an anime I had recently re-watched, only remembering it as something I had loved during my childhood: Yu-Gi-Oh! Perhaps not the girliest of choices but trust me, one minute of the Sailor Moon dub in Greek and you’d be begging for a card game too. It was a silly idea, the insert-an-OC-love-interest kind. We’ve seen it done more times than we care to count, some great, some good, some worthy of swallowing bleach. I don’t presume to judge mine. Re-reading some of the first chapters, I cringe at the image of my teenage self trying to figure out the ins and outs of romance writing. Much as I love it, it never came easily to me. I could have edited this before posting it here. It’s been sitting around on fanfiction.net for a while anyway. I decided not to. Not because I’m lazy. Rather I honestly don’t think I could better it in any way, except perhaps the occasional grammar tweak. I wrote this story while on a fandom kick, some of the later chapters were written literally parallel to watching the episodes just so that I could get the dialogue and character placements right. Some scenes were inspired by throwaway quotes or fanart on DeviantArt. I suppose all I can say about it is that if my Avatar stories were my labour of love, then this one is that weekend you sneak away with no warning to do fun stuff. A guilty pleasure if you will. Quite literally for the first few chapters, considering I wrote them during class….

*** Remembering comes in flashbacks and echoes ***

As Kul Elna went down in flames, over the sea, in a small island, a girl opened her eyes to greet the world for the first time, letting out a melodic cry.

 

When a boy was using his demon-like Ka to survive, she was barely aware of the presence of hers.

 

He was the feared King of Thieves, known to all Egypt by the time he was sixteen. She was renowned for her golden eyes and unique beauty in all Greece when she was sixteen.

 

Neither of them felt complete or content. At sixteen she was a woman and as such she was expected to wed. Her father made all the arrangements and she was introduced to a prosperous merchant who would make a proper husband. The night she was expected to meet him, she ran away.

 

The girl hid in a ship that would sail to Egypt. She was discovered half-way through the trip and rather than be forced back, she threw herself overboard. But she loved life too much to simply drown. A blinding light enveloped her and the men at the ship watched as a flaming bird caught her and flew towards Egypt.

 

The Thief King had seen many strange things in his twenty years of roaming the desert. An unconscious woman dressed in Greek clothes was a first. He paused his horse to scrutinize her curiously. She was paler than an Egyptian but still tan, with long ebony black her. Her dress was white and of good quality but she had little jewelry on her. She looked peacefully asleep, not a hint of the exhaustion than should have been present after walking through the desert.

 

Jumping next to her he purred a little water over her lips. A pair of tired golden eyes looked up at him as she struggled to remain conscious.

“Who are you?” she whispered.

“I am Akefia, the King of Thieves,” he answered with an air of arrogance. “Who are you girl?”

“Elena.” She managed to say before falling unconscious again.

 

Akefia cursed as he gathered her to his arms. He would have to take her back if he was to get any answers. The idea of having to provide for another person didn’t sound appealing. Nevertheless he was curious. He sensed power coming from her, a power similar to his Diabound.

 

Elena woke inside a cool cave. A red robe was spread over her for warmth and she could hear a small fire nearby. Sitting up slowly she took in her surroundings. The cave was almost bare, with the exception of a few provisions near the fire. A shadow grew at the opening and Elena turned to face her savior. She could vaguely remember a man introducing himself as Akefia.

 

He was a young man, a little older than her, with tan skin and –to her astonishment- pure white hair and lavender eyes. He was only wearing a black senti so she guessed that the robe she was currently using as a blanket was his. She blushed a little.

 

Akefia allowed the girl’s scrutiny, feeling a little smug at her blush. He walked to the fire and sat facing her.

“How did you end up in the desert girl?” he asked.

“My name is Elena,” she corrected him frowning. “I can’t remember any desert.” She tried to bring back any recollection of the last few days, feeling uncomfortable with him staring at her. “I remember hiding in the ship,” she said slowly, “being found, jumping into the water, a light and then nothing.”

“What were you doing on the ship?” Akefia asked. “And why were you hiding?” She gave him a defiant look.

“I will not be forced into marriage!” she said decisively. “I wanted to make a new life far away enough to not be found.” Akefia looked at her amused. That girl remained him of himself right after he lost his people. Reckless abandon and a steely determination to live.

“It looks to me that you got your wish.” He smiled thinly at her. To his surprise she smiled back.