"A Tragic Fairy Tale"

“A Tragic Fairy Tale”

 

By Zoe Anne

 

          The rays of the sun fell upon two hearts, in two distant lands; those will both meet tragic means. One fair woman, with blonde hair, and sapphire blue eyes traveled the watery streets of Venice in dear old Italy. One tan skinned man, with amethyst-brown eyes had the sun’s rays beating down on his drenched back, and pulled stones of hard labor for the future of a fortress, in the desert city of Cairo of mystic Egypt. “Do you know what’s in Egypt?” asked the blond haired woman.

      “Oh I’ve heard there are mummies, tombs, treasure, and curses! Why? You don’t want to go there do you Isabella?” worried the brunette.

       “Well no. I was just a bit curious, since I heard our ships were going there to pick up a few slaves from there”, said Isabella. Weeks have past when the ships arrived to pick up the slaves that the city has bought. As the tan-skinned man was boarding the ship, he just gazed at all of the others, and wondered, “When will we be free? Yeah, sure, we’ll be free when Ra, the god of the sun, falls from the sky.”

     Then, a foreman saw him just standing there doing nothing so he took his whip and hit the tan-skinned man on his back, and shouted, “Get up on the ship slave! Go on! Move!”

        “I have a name! It’s Imhotep!”

        He was hit again, and then was thrown onto the ship. The journey was long, and maddening, but the ships arrived on time. All the foremen forced the slaves out of the ship and onto a stage. There were crowds of people in front that were to participate in the auction. When Imhotep stepped up, the auctioneer shouted out his beneficial characteristics so the buyers went wild. He was young, hard working, feisty, intelligent, and strong. An old and lonely man who needed someone to run errands for him won and bought Imhotep. Once he took Imhotep home, he showed him around, told him the rules and what the daily routine would be. Imhotep’s first errand was to go and deliver a letter to an old friend that lived at another part of the city that the old man was too tired to travel to. Then, along the way back, Imhotep was to buy some groceries.

        During Imhotep’s journey, he spotted a little boy in rags running in the opposite direction, and suddenly heard a woman scream “My purse, my purse!”

       Imhotep chased the little boy that pick-pocketed the woman. When he finally caught up to him, he tugged at the back of his shirt and picked him up. The boy shouted, “Hey! Let go!” Then Imhotep put the boy down, turned him around, and asked, “Did you steal that lovely purse from a woman?” The boy just stared at him.

     “I would simply like you to give it back to her. If you won’t, then I will.” The boy reluctantly gave him the purse, and suddenly he sprinted away. Imhotep found the woman that was screaming for her purse. She had blond hair and sapphire blue eyes.

     “Here is your purse madam. I caught the culprit, in action, and stopped him in his tracks.” He bowed and handed her the purse.

     “Thank you slave-“

     “Excuse me madam, but my name is Imhotep. I do not like to be called a slave. Although, I would like to know your name.”

     “My name is… Isabella. I would like to thank you by giving you this handkerchief, as a token of my gratitude.”

      “Thank you, Isabella.”

      Imhotep returned to his task; he delivered the letter, and went grocery shopping. When he returned home, he could not stop thinking about Isabella, about her blonde hair, and about her sapphire blue eyes. He had to see her again. When his master was fast asleep, he snuck out of the house, and traveled back to the section of the city where he met Isabella. He saw her in a window, brushing her golden hair. Imhotep found a way to climb up and as he was ascending her window, Isabella gasped. “What are you doing here? If you do anything, I’ll… I’ll…”

           Imhotep climbed into the room through the window. “You’ll do what? Scream?” He laughed. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

            “Then why are you here?”
            “I came here to see you. I…”

            Imhotep suddenly felt weak, like there were butterflies waiting to burst out of his stomach. Isabella looked at his amethyst-brown eyes for an answer, and found it. “Are you in love with me?”

           “I… I think so… I mean…” Imhotep couldn’t finish his sentences, but Isabella understood. From then on, they met each other at the bridge or at the harbor; they would walk and talk, or just lie down next to each other and stare at the stars. Imhotep would tell Isabella some of the ancient legends from Egypt, and she would listen intently. Then, one night, they made a promise to each other that they would never deceive, or hurt each other. If they find themselves doing so, they would die a violent and horrible death.

        Meanwhile, down below in the fiery depths of hell, the Devil was snarling, and grunting in his throne. “Why did they sign the peace treaty? They should have just said ‘no’, and then shoved their swords through their hearts!”

       “Don’t worry darling, they’ll just end up breaking their promises, and rip each other to shreds” said Narcissa.

       “You said that about India and China, but they didn’t, did they!”

        “Oh calm down now. Why don’t you look at what is happening upstairs?”

        “Very well.” The Devil walked over to his cauldron of smoky acid that showed him different parts of the world. The more the Devil was searching, the angrier he was getting, until he found Imhotep and Isabella. He saw that they were lovers, and that Imhotep was a slave. “Oh how lovely.” He grinned nastily.

         “What is it darling?” asked Narcissa.

         “Send a nice little treat to our little doves tomorrow night.”

         “The usual?” Narcissa raised her eyebrow.

         “Yes.” The Devil nodded.

         The next night, when Imhotep was going to the meeting place as planned, a little black spider landed on his shoulder, and bit him. Then, he suddenly collapsed. Isabella arrived at the meeting place, but didn’t see Imhotep. She wandered, looking around for him, and when she did, she ran over to his limp body. She was just about to get help, but then Imhotep lifted himself up and laughed like the devil; his eyes turned ruby blood red. “Are you okay, Imhotep?”

         He just grinned, showing his sharpened teeth; he was the Devil’s puppet, being controlled by the black spider’s web strings. Isabella was trembling with fear, and she ran and screamed. Imhotep chased her, and then she tripped. He found a nearby sheath, and pulled out the sword. Isabella was beginning to back away, but Imhotep stabbed her through the heart. Blood spurted everywhere, and some got into Imhotep’s mouth; his eyes turned back to amethyst-brown. The innocent blood awoke Imhotep from his rampage. He soon realized what he did, and he cried and screamed over her beautiful corpse. Imhotep heard people running over to the scene, and he knew that they were going to execute him. So, he took the sword, and stabbed himself about a thousand times, revealing his flesh and collapsed to the ground. Both of the lovers’ blood merged together into one large flood, and then it overflowed into the city’s water. The Devil laughed hysterically, and it was so loud that it could be heard from around the world. The moon shined upon the two innocent corpses, and the night cried so hard that the stars fell from the sky.

Author's Note

I know that to some of you, this might not be considered as a short story, but here it is. You read it, and I hope you enjoyed it. =)