User blog:WendigoLamet/Fall of the Lion Princess

'''Sekhmet felt adrenaline rush through her as she took the knife through her hand swiping it along the air adding a sound effect as the wind hit the side of her cheeks filling it relieving it with cool air before her knife missed the intended target. Behind the princess a strong grip bent her chin back and slowly felt metal slide upon her skin. The metal dug beyond her flesh burying itself deep into her skin becoming stained with ruby. The side of her mouth already leaked a shiny red. As the first drop of ruby blended into the sand with a pitter patter noise the person felt gravity claim Sekhmet as their own as her body became heavier wanting to accept the ground as her final home. Letting was painful feeling the hot sand claim her body. The first thought Sekhmet had was a peace….She felt grateful to the person who had relieved her of this burden she’d carried. Laying there with the line of ruby leaking on her neck her fingers and legs twitched, but upon her face was a peaceful wheezing before blood filled up her lungs. Sekhmet hadn’t tried to fight back nor stop her slow death while internally and externally her body leaked vital fluids. Slowly opening her eyes she gazed up at the attacker who was her Mother’s older brother Kaschka who never really liked her father very much. That was expected of older brothers..caring for their younger sister. Kaschka felt great grief overcome him feeling a choking sound finally happen. '''

'''“Uncle! Uncle look! I’ve found a scorpion!” Sekhmet screamed in joy with one in her hand. Her uncle turned around with fear in his eyes. “Sekhmet give me that! You must let it go! It is dangerous and possibly deadly.” Kaschka took the scorpion by the stinger in Sekhmet’s hands and tossed it across the sand. Sekhmet stood there completely annoyed letting out a puff of her cheeks while her big blue eyes were half lidded from anger, “It’s no fair! I can’t do the things that the other children in the palace do. I’m always at the physician!” Kaschka had remembered how Sekhmet seemed to be different from the other children. She was held down and experimented on painfully with knives to find out what was wrong with her. This happened right after his sister died. Poor Sekhmet thought it was all normal to her since she was a princess. Blinded by what her life was like. '''

“Am I bad?” 

Those words struck him like a knife while he stared down at Sekhmet with no answer until… 

“No, you’re just special.” 

'''He hadn’t slit far enough and was causing his niece immense pain. Kneeling down within the sticky blood ridden sand he took her by the shoulders and turned her over. Her mouth was filling up with the dark ruby liquid. Her eyes were now half lidded and twitching while she tried to talk. Sekhmet’s only noise was her lack of talking and more of a choking noise. Kaschka could make out what she was trying to say, and gripped onto her shoulder with one hand taking the knife. He slowly put a comforting hand on her head whispering, “Sh, sleep now little one. The gods await your arrival” Her Uncle slitted it deeper across her throat. His niece’s eyes widened from shock. Her eyes rolled back into her head and head fell onto the side of his lap. Sekhmet’s mouth was half open sitting still while blood pooled to the side of it occasionally dripping onto the sand. He looked down at the corpse now weighted onto the ground, “You weren’t meant to endure any of this pain…” The words he had meant to say for 19 years'''.  Kaschka took his hand slowly closing Sekhmet's eyes feeling  immense pain flood him over when a peaceful look finally dawned on her face. He had only seen one such look when she was born.



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