The fire crackled lightly as the group sat around the camp. The moon hung low in the starry night sky, its pale light highlighting her aged body. Time had chipped away at her once regal beauty, leaving wriggled skin, wasted muscles and white hair. Her eyes were dark now days; age had robbed her of the light many years before.
Sitting with her back to a felled log Granny gathered her thoughts throwing her mind back searching her memory of her long life, so many places and people, so much done a good life.
“Are you going to tell us one of your stories about your life Granny?” The young eager voice of one of her many grandchildren asked.
“Yes dear, I was just thinking about what to tell you. Would you like to hear about how I meet your grandfather?”
“Yes please. I haven’t heard that one yet.”
“OK. Is everyone comfortable? Then I will begin.”
The sound of whips cracking in the still hot morning air woke her up, ripping her away from the sweet dream of a tall tanned man she had meet a few days ago. Bright light flooded into her room through a small square window blinding her night eyes; what a way to wake up. Getting up she washed and dressed then headed out to take her early morning tour of the Great Pyramids. Her tour was a trip down the Nile then a trek to the top of the pyramids; it was another stop on an amazing The Time Travel Experience T.T.E.
Sitting in the small cabin of the Abydos boat Ronda Edwards took in the breath taking landscape; mud brick houses lined the banks of the murky waters. Moving amongst them were the workers, the midday shift workers were heading to the sight office to get the days assignment. The guards cracked their whips over the heads of the few slaves that work in this site, she had been told it was just to encourage the workers to move faster, but it was hard to see anyone treated that way. Ronda was not a fan of this cruel treatment, but it wasn’t her place to say anything.
It was one of the rules in fact, not to interfere with the natural order of things, time travel was a tricky thing, but if you followed the rules most people got back alive. The last person to die had been a Mr. King, he was watching Hannibal cross the Alps, when an Elephant fell on him.
The T.T.E. was not as popular as it had once been after that horrible incident were that silly man started marriage, what a dumb concept that was. The rules had tightened up after that taking most of the fun out. Not many school leavers wanted to see fields planted, so fewer and fewer people were taking TTE’s.
The ride down the river was very pleasant, servants brought her food and drink and musicians played wonderful tunes for her entertainment, and there was Phil, the tour guild. He was a stunning man, with long wavy brown hair that fell over his broad shoulders, caressing the golden skin of his back and stopping at his tight firm butt. More than once she had found herself lost in the dark brown pools that were his eyes. He had shown her group to the valley of kings yesterday and his quick wit and dazzling smile had her somewhat smitten.
As the boat docked Ronda worked her way as closer to Phil, determined to make her move today. What where adventure for if not to have at least one holiday romance. As she closed on him the floor dropped out from under her, and she feel forward straight into Phil’s outstretched arms, his powerfully biceps flexed against her soft skin, her hands rested on his giant pecks, her heart was racing and she was finding it hard to breath.
“Are you OK? You have to be carefully on these boats or you could find yourself in the water, and that’s not a place you want to be.”
“Thank you for catching me I can be such a klutz.” His smile was so warm and inviting she could feel herself start to lean in to kiss him.
“How far along the build are the workers?” Cut in the shrill voice of Margret the only other woman on this tour. The bitch was trying to get Phil too, but she was an ugly cow so she had no chance. The satisfied glint in Margret’s eyes as Phil moved away from Ronda made her blood boil.
Phil guided everyone down the gang plank and onto the shore, where the start of the path they would take to the pyramids. A red road made of light lead off into the little town they were moored. This path kept the time travellers separate from the time there were in. On the path you could do almost anything and it would have no effect on the future, off the path you could change everything.
The tour group started to make their way down the path taking pictures as they went. It was an almost comical sight with people pointing and taking snaps of ordinary everyday things, like a rug or a pot. Ronda didn’t care about all that shit, she was much more interested in how the pyramids were built, and the engineering marvel of it all blew her away. She hurried ahead of the group wanting to get a good view of the pyramids ignoring Phil’s calls to come back.
The ground heaved under her feet, sending her flying again this time Phil was not there to catch her and the soft sand did nothing to take the sting out of the fall. Lying still as black spots blinked in front of her eyes Ronda tried to understand what had happened as another explosion went off, setting her ears ringing, she clasped her hands to her ears and tried to block out the pain.
Flames of blue leapt into the air their intense heat washed over her even at this great distance, standing in the centre was a figure of awe-inspiring power. Over seven-foot-tall the human body was not just over the top muscular, but it also had red lighting arched all over it. The creature was dressed in bleach white knee high skirt that was hemmed with gold that flowed into armoured gold and jewels of every colour. In its right hand was a golden staff from which a purple glow issued. The whole spectacle had a hellish look and it all fitted together to create a truly terrifying beast.
But the two things that made froze the blood in her veins were the fact that the head was that of a hawk with yellow glowing eyes, and that Phil yelled out.
“Shit!! Its Horus the god of war, run for your lives.”
Peace and Love