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Chapter 4
“What seems to be the problem?” Someone asked.
“This woman took an unauthorized break.” The man explained. Sydney saw another man, dressed slightly better than the guard, and another, more brightly dressed behind them. Her eyes connected with the man off to the side and she could see he was feeling sorry for her. She didn’t ask to be whipped. She didn’t want anyone’s pity and pushed herself to her knees. Her back still stung slightly, but she knew she could handle it.
***
Michael looked at the poor girl who was slowly standing back up. She was strangely pale and he wondered if something was wrong with her. He understood why the guard had whipped her, but he couldn’t blame her for wanting to sit down; he knew he’d never survive out there.
“Is that all?” Michael asked the guard, who bowed before him, when he saw who he was.
“She also talked back, your highness.” He accused, acting like it physically hurt him to be insulted. He refrained from laughing, though, knowing the guard would be insulted.
“I did no such thing!” She finally spoke, glaring at the guard and standing all the way back up. Michael stepped forward further to get a better look at her.
“It’s ok.” He said soothingly, trying to calm her down.
“No, it’s not.” She replied harshly. She seemed not to know whom she was talking to. He had never been talked to in such a harsh tone before and wondered if she had a death wish. “This asshole had no right to hit me. I was just sitting down, it’s not like I was doing anything wrong.”
“Asshole?” Michael asked, wondering what a donkey had to do with this.
“Ugh! You people are just so stupid.” She rolled her eyes and Michael thought she was going to faint.
“Are you okay?” He asked, staring intently into her brown eyes.
“What the hell?” She looked at him strangely.
“You’re eyes; they almost rolled back into your head. Do you need to see a doctor?” He persisted.
“No, you dipshit. It’s called rolling your eyes. It’s a gesture… like when you’re annoyed that people don’t understand you.” She tried to explain and he was still confused on some of her words. He wondered where this woman had migrated from and what language she was speaking. He had certainly never heard it before.
“How about you take the rest of the day off?” Michael advised, thinking maybe she would be better off not being there.
“What?” She looked confused.
“I just thought you looked exhausted, and I wouldn’t want you to pass out or anything.”
“Um… ok?” She hesitantly stepped around him. “Thanks, I guess.”
***
“Sydney, you’re back?” Irina asked the moment Sydney stepped into their small home. “Where’s Nadia?”
“I got the day off.” Sydney explained, sitting down carefully at the wood table in the middle of the room. “I have no idea where she is.”
“…Why?” Irina asked suspiciously. “What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything wrong, this dude just came up and started whipping me.” Sydney replied.
“Oh, are you alright?” Irina asked.
“I’ll be fine.” Sydney sighed. “And then this guy came up and he was asking me if I needed to see a doctor and I’m just like, what the hell…” Sydney started rambling.
“What did he look like?” Irina asked, setting a bowl of what looked to be soup in front of her. Sydney cautiously took a sip, not liking it that much, but knowing she had to eat something.
“Um… he was a little taller than me, brown hair, and he had on all these fancy looking clothes.” Sydney tried to describe him in words Irina would understand. She knew she was stuck here, but she didn’t know how long it would last. She should at least try to make friends or be nice so she didn’t end up in jail or something. By the way the guard had whipped her without her really doing anything to deserve it; she knew life had to be hard for the people she was living with.
“He sounds like someone important.” Irina sat down next to her on the bench.
“And then everybody was bowing to him and-” Sydney was cut off by Irina gasping.
“The PRINCE?!” Irina looked shocked and Sydney thought more about the man she met. It was possible he was some form of royalty.
“Maybe… he got the guard to leave me alone and sent me back here…” She trailed off, not knowing what else to say about the event.
“Oh Great Olympus.” Irina’s phrase almost made Sydney laugh out loud. She didn’t though, knowing it would only make her seem even crazier. “You met the Prince? What did he say? Was he nice?” Irina fired questions like a star struck teenager after meeting a celebrity.
“I guess, I mean, he was after I told him off.” Sydney sighed.
“Told him off?” Irina asked, also wondering where this girl was from. Sometimes she used the strangest phrases.
“I basically yelled at him…” Sydney looked away. She wondered why she had been so snippy with everyone outside but chalked it up to the heat and her fear of not knowing how she got to Egypt or when she would go home, if ever.
“You yelled at the Prince!” Irina echoed with a shocked tone in her voice. “Do you want to kill us all?”
“What? No. Where would you get that idea?”
“You have only been here a day and yet you have ruined everything that we set up for ourselves over the past centuries.” Irina fretted.
“It’s not that big of a deal.” Sydney took another sip of the soup. She was really craving a carton of ice cream after being in the sun so long.
“There is only one way to fix this,” Irina determined, ignoring what Sydney had said. “You must go apologize.”
“What!?”
TBC...