Disclaimer: Uh, I'm using dialogue from the movie '300' because it kinda goes along with the plot. And the song is 'Numb' by Linkin Park, and me no own that.
Sarah: Grah! This has taken me forever to settle down and write!
Rachel: Uh-huh.
FYI: After 'not like last time' the story goes into flashback mode and after '"Never again."' it goes back to the battle.
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Not Yours
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I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Ankele gritted her teeth. This is what it all came down to. Nothing more than this final battle with Sakhmet, the one god whose weakness she knew.
"Ankele jen Isis. So we finally meet. You know exactly what I want. So, give in and leave this battle behind us. I can give you anything you want if you just take my hand and become mine." Sakhmet watched her, cruel amusement dancing in his eyes.
Ankele stared at his hand. If she took it, she would be a goddess. But, she would lose her pride and free will. And would give in to her brother's murderer.
She slapped his hand. "You killed the pharaoh. Not only that, you killed my brother, the one man who didn't treat me as an object. You will die for that." She meant that last bit. Never again would she give in to Sakhmet. Not like last time.
"Young one."
Ankele looked up at the new voice and saw a young man holding out his hand. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice disappointing her. She hated that even though she was thirteen, her voice still retained its high-pitched child-like sound. It made her sound foolish in front of the court.
"My name is Sakhmet. Before your brother, ah, passed away, he sent for me to come and train you." He smiled, revealing two surprisingly sharp looking canines and a glint of deceit in his eyes.
"Master Sakhmet!" Ankele cried. "Help!" She looked helplessly at her master, who watched her calmly, as if mocking her defenselessness. She squeezed her eyes shut as she the demon holding her raised his arm to lay the final blow. Suddenly, she dropped to the ground. She looked up in time to see Sakhmet disperse the demon.
"If you can't kill something like that," Sakhmet turned and narrowed his eyes at Ankele. "Then you don't deserve the name Ankele jen Isis. I forbid you to use it until I say."
"Then what am I to call myself?"
"Go by your Habiru (1) name. Use the name of a slave. Use the name Sarah."
Sarah sighed and leaned against the pillar in the garden. Three years, two months, and five days with nonstop begging, and Master Sakhmet still refused to let her use her real name.
"Where is the girl? Is she around?" A voice, she recognized as the cook's, drifted towards her.
"Nah, she's still training with God Sakhmet." This was a new voice, one Sarah didn't recognize. She shifted around so that she could see the two men, the other one she recognized as a priest from her court.
"What is it you needed to tell me?" the cook asked indignantly, preventing Sarah from coming fully around the pillar.
"Do you know who killed her brother, the pharaoh?"
"Of course. A rogue Spartan broke into the palace and slit his throat."
"Without visiting her room? It was known that since his entire family was gone that she was his heir. Wouldn't the Spartan have killed her also?"
Sarah watched the cook mull that over. "What are you saying, that God Sakhmet planned it?"
The priest shook his head fervently. "No! I'm saying that God Sakhmet did it! And he did it to obtain Princess Ankele's hand in marriage, then use all that he received from the marriage to overthrow God Ra."
Sarah stepped out, shocking both men.
"Princess Ankele!"
"Sarah!"
"Young one!" Sarah turned at the sound of Sakhmet's voice. She glared at him.
"Never again."
Sakhmet narrowed his eyes. "If you fight me the gods will put out the sun."
Ankele met his gaze. "Then I will fight in the shade."
He laughed. "You can't kill me mortal."
She straightened herself. "You yourself called me 'Sarah' while I was a slave. What mortal can put a god up to that?" Ankele stealthily pulled out a dagger and lunged.
Sakhmet was taken by surprise as he watched the dagger easily slide into his chest. "What are you?" he asked staring into her eyes.
"Not yours."
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Sarah: WOO! IT'S DONE!
1: Habiru is an exact translation of the Egyptian word for Hebrew. BTW: Sarah is the Hebrew word for Princess.
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Ankele gritted her teeth. This is what it all came down to. Nothing more than this final battle with Sakhmet, the one god whose weakness she knew.
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
"Ankele jen Isis. So we finally meet. You know exactly what I want. So, give in and leave this battle behind us. I can give you anything you want if you just take my hand and become mine." Sakhmet watched her, cruel amusement dancing in his eyes.
Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
Ankele stared at his hand. If she took it, she would be a goddess. But, she would lose her pride and free will. And would give in to her brother's murderer.
She slapped his hand. "You killed the pharaoh. Not only that, you killed my brother, the one man who didn't treat me as an object. You will die for that." She meant that last bit. Never again would she give in to Sakhmet. Not like last time.
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
"Young one."
Ankele looked up at the new voice and saw a young man holding out his hand. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice disappointing her. She hated that even though she was thirteen, her voice still retained its high-pitched child-like sound. It made her sound foolish in front of the court.
"My name is Sakhmet. Before your brother, ah, passed away, he sent for me to come and train you." He smiled, revealing two surprisingly sharp looking canines and a glint of deceit in his eyes.
And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you
"Master Sakhmet!" Ankele cried. "Help!" She looked helplessly at her master, who watched her calmly, as if mocking her defenselessness. She squeezed her eyes shut as she the demon holding her raised his arm to lay the final blow. Suddenly, she dropped to the ground. She looked up in time to see Sakhmet disperse the demon.
"If you can't kill something like that," Sakhmet turned and narrowed his eyes at Ankele. "Then you don't deserve the name Ankele jen Isis. I forbid you to use it until I say."
"Then what am I to call myself?"
"Go by your Habiru (1) name. Use the name of a slave. Use the name Sarah."
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Sarah sighed and leaned against the pillar in the garden. Three years, two months, and five days with nonstop begging, and Master Sakhmet still refused to let her use her real name.
"Where is the girl? Is she around?" A voice, she recognized as the cook's, drifted towards her.
"Nah, she's still training with God Sakhmet." This was a new voice, one Sarah didn't recognize. She shifted around so that she could see the two men, the other one she recognized as a priest from her court.
"What is it you needed to tell me?" the cook asked indignantly, preventing Sarah from coming fully around the pillar.
"Do you know who killed her brother, the pharaoh?"
"Of course. A rogue Spartan broke into the palace and slit his throat."
"Without visiting her room? It was known that since his entire family was gone that she was his heir. Wouldn't the Spartan have killed her also?"
Sarah watched the cook mull that over. "What are you saying, that God Sakhmet planned it?"
The priest shook his head fervently. "No! I'm saying that God Sakhmet did it! And he did it to obtain Princess Ankele's hand in marriage, then use all that he received from the marriage to overthrow God Ra."
Sarah stepped out, shocking both men.
"Princess Ankele!"
"Sarah!"
"Young one!" Sarah turned at the sound of Sakhmet's voice. She glared at him.
"Never again."
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Sakhmet narrowed his eyes. "If you fight me the gods will put out the sun."
Ankele met his gaze. "Then I will fight in the shade."
He laughed. "You can't kill me mortal."
She straightened herself. "You yourself called me 'Sarah' while I was a slave. What mortal can put a god up to that?" Ankele stealthily pulled out a dagger and lunged.
Sakhmet was taken by surprise as he watched the dagger easily slide into his chest. "What are you?" he asked staring into her eyes.
"Not yours."
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Sarah: WOO! IT'S DONE!
1: Habiru is an exact translation of the Egyptian word for Hebrew. BTW: Sarah is the Hebrew word for Princess.
