GENRE: Middle Grade Dark Fiction
A warm breeze blew drifts of sand across the stone floor. Maahes flicked his tail, anticipating his attack. He pounced. Sand washed under his paw, puffing into the morning air. Bounding and leaping, the cat followed the sand motes down the long corridor.
"Not much longer...
" The words wound through the pillared hall like
the whisper of a ghost.
Maahes' ears twitched, the swish of skirts and slap of bare feet filling the silence left by the priest's words made the cat's ears ache. Abandoning the sand motes, he padded down the hall, searching for sound to fill the uncomfortable silence in his heart.
"Have the servants prepare themselves for burial," young Thutmose ordered.
"Of course, " the priest assured the prince.
Maahes sat back on his haunches, just outside the pharaoh's bedchamber. Licking sand from his paw he watched young Thutmose and the priest file out of his master's room.
"You shall be crossing to the afterlife with my father as well," the prince told the priest. Maahes cocked his head, studying the young man. The sorrow that tugged at the prince's voice did not show on his face.
"I am to be buried with the pharaoh?" the priest asked.
The prince nodded. "My father desires your counsel when he takes his place as a god among the dead."
The priest's face lit with joy. "Thank you, I shall go prepare myself for death at once!" Gripping his skirts in his hands, the priest hurried away.