Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dreaming (girl's pov) ❯ chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

You woke the next morning to the guards insistent prodding.

“We don't have all day lazy bones let's get up now.”

You open your eyes to the blurred surroundings. You blink several times to get the sand out of your eyes.

“What!?!” you sit up quickly seeing the unfamiliar terrain around you. “where-“

You break off as you remember yesterday. `Oh no' you stand up slowly feeling the pain in all your joints.

“You sore?” the guard asked.

“A little.” You lie though your teeth. The pain throbbed in your hips and knees. You clench your teeth hard to bit back a moan.

The guard shrugs then mounts his horse easily.

“My name is Damien by the way.”

You nod and pull yourself on to the horse. Your raw thighs burn at the friction your seat causes. You hiss in a breath and hold it for a moment staying still so the pain will subside.

“ lets get moving, we'll find shelter then sleep the rest of today we're going to travel at night from here on out. It's easy to get lost in the desert, so we'll use the stars as our guide.”

You smile as he starts to explain the stars to fill the silence. You're used to silence but apparently he's not.

Hours pass while he talks to you. You pay rapt attention you have learned very little as a slave so this was good for you. Your mind however has different ideas and soon your mind wanders back to Egypt and to the pharaoh.

“Are you listening?”

You are dragged back to the present by the guard's question.

“I was….” You blush lightly at the fact that you couldn't pay attention for so little time.

“That's alright I'd be bored too.”

“Damien, how much longer do we have to ride?” you ask as you feel a wetness trickle down your leg. The pain was ten times worse now and each time the horse moved was agony.

“Just a bit more. You see that rock there's a cave behind it we'll stay there.” Damien said kicking his horse faster.

You moan a little as your horse increases speed to match his horse. The searing pain pulsed violently with every stride.

You arrived at the cave quivering with pain. Damien helps you down slowly and lays you on the sandstone floor.

“You should have told me you were hurting this much.”

You look up at where he's looking and see the red stains on the saddle.

“I'm sorry I didn't know what to say...”

Damien leaned down and touched you thigh lightly. At this contact you hiss violently as pain shoots up your spine. He pulls his hand away and it's covered in blood.

“I've got something that might help.” He went to one of the various packs and pulled out a sheet of linen cloth. He ripped off a large piece and brought it over laying it on the raw area. He tore another piece and tied it around the other piece to keep it in one place.

“Don't mess with it I don't have much cloth to replace it.” He said pressing the cloth into the raw spot to stop the bleeding. You lay still try to shut out the pain.

“Get some rest we'll travel again tonight.” He drifted out of sight and you closed your eyes. `I'll just rest a moment' you think then blackness came over you and you thought no more.

(( hey all you reader I thank you for your support I was just debating if I abandon it or not but as long as I've got support then I'll keep writing this for you all.))

You again woke to Damien shaking and pleading you to get up. He helps you onto the horse in silence. He looked happy but he was giving a strange look up to the stars outside.

“Do you love them?” you ask shyly.

Damien smiled to you.

“Yes, I've loved the stars since I was a little boy.” He again looked out at the stars and sighed leading your horse quickly though the sand in the direction of an unknown star.

He turned a little watching you.

“I can see why the pharaoh likes you. You're kind and intelligent, for a slave.”

He turned back to his love the stars.

You smile to his back yet say nothing. The trip went on in friendly silence. You and Damien seemed to have begun forming a bond. You move your horse up next to his.

“Which star are we following now?” your eyes shine in slight happiness as you ask cocking your head curiously to the side.

“That one.” He pointed to a relatively bright star ahead of you.

“Really? It's beautiful, where will it take us?”

“To Sparta eventually.” He watched the star ahead with love in his eyes.

“I used to follow this star all the time, when I was little.” He mused reflecting on his past in fondness.

“Really did you do it lots?”

“Oh yes I remember once, I was eight at the time. I had my little star chart my dad had given me, he was a scribe so had all sorts of things like that around. I saw a star on the chart that wasn't in the right place on the map, so I thought to follow it to move it to the right place. I thought it would please my father to have me fix it. At the time I didn't know that the stars change. I set out with my play sword and a little bit of water. At first I was happy and I skipped and ran spurts of the trip. Soon though I got tired of it and I saw that the star wasn't getting any closer. In frustration I ran harder thinking the star was avoiding me. Not but a ten minutes later I tripped on a small cactus and got my whole foot full of thorns. I cried to myself but didn't yell because I didn't want daddy to be angry at me for not fixing the star. I pulled the thorns out and wrapped my foot in me shirt. I went back to the tent and told my dad about the star that needed repair. My dad just smiled at me and told me about the star moving around us and that the chart was from a different time. I burst into tears then and told him about my poor foot. My dad looked a little surprised but helped me clean it and he made me a drawing of the sky. “

You laugh a little at the funny story.

“You must have been a cute little kid.” You said smiling at him opening. You didn't feel as afraid as you had. The story had relaxed you a little because it proved that he was as human as you were.

“How did you come to be a guard?”

Damien smiled and started to relate a tale about helping a soldier out in his teens.

Several hours later after you and Damien had exchanged stories from your childhood; you and Damien set up camp and ate a small cold meal.

“We have about two more months before we arrive at Sparta.”

The two months you had to together were fun Damien was nice and kind and you learned all about his life and parents. He always told you stories and you in exchange gave him pieces of your life though not as fun as his life it was something to tell. You had no mother that you could remember she had died during child birth you had been told but your still not sure. As to your father no one knew who he was your mother had not had a husband and had not even a interested male, so they didn't know. Thus with no home left and no father you were taken to the slave trade and sold at the age of 5 to a old women she was your kindest master and was more a mother to you then anyone. She had raised you from a child and loved you. That happiness you had there was not to stay however for as you turned ten life was down hill. Your mistress had taken ill and was now bed stricken. The women's daughter was put in charge of you and she had no purpose for you so you were put on the slave market a second time. This time however you did not fair as well. You had a terrible master. He was known to abuse and kill his slaves and now in his hands you figured your fate had been sealed. You spent 5 years working hard under the hands of his taskmasters. You had as a child planted seeds and helped in little chores. At fifteen you worked the fields. You worked day in and day out with very little food and even less water life then was just the struggle to survive. That was thankfully over now though and you preferred not to think on it to hard.