A/N Wazzuppp. I wonder how many times a reuploaded this story seriously x.x Hopefully I did it right this time. For those who happened to read my story before, you will be surprised by the changes. This is kinda like a new story, but some parts of the old one are still mixed in here (or will be in da future xD ) So yeah enjoy RamsesxOC though you won't see him for a few chapter (unless I decide on making him appear in her dreams :P ) I wanna introduce my character properly. Sooo yeah, ENJOY
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANATOLIA STORY OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS, except Yvette (Ee-vet) of course though I wish Ramses was mine as well / But who cares ;)
A Strange Dream
I've always been fascinated by the means of ancient time. The history of human kind, before Christ, was really mysterious and so very interesting. People believed blindly everything they were told, without questioning their existence. While today's people laugh and mock you for believing in magic, the humans 3000 or 4000 years ago would behead you if you refused to believe.
To tell you the truth, I've never really been interested in history. The years, the dates, the most important events that brought this world to change, I've never really felt like they were worth to be memorized. However, there are a few countries, whose history really caught my attention, and made me want to learn more about them. For example, Greece has a wonderful mythology. The god and goddesses who portrayed their fears, likes and dislikes fascinate me. They make some of them sound so elegant and breathtaking, while some others seem to be described as ugly and disturbing.
Another country's mythology I like reading about is the Chinese one. I so love the concept of their dragon. It is one of my favorite mythological creatures ever. Graceful yet dangerous. Well... It's also because "Spirited Away" is one of my favorite anime movies, and the main male lead so happens to be a beautiful dragon. I think that's how I was introduced to Chinese mythology in the first place. But, despite their lovely history and ancient believes, I think no one can top the story of ancient Egypt.
Egypt... Where do I even start. It's not just their believes that make me love this country's history so much, but also the countless mysteries that resolve around it, making me almost believe, the gods they thought ruled over the universe truly existed. The glorious fights, their beautiful traditions and the ruthless pharaohs. It's magnificent, and I just can't stop myself from wanting to learn more and more about this wonderful ancient country.
And yet here I am again, sitting in the library alone, when I'm supposed to be making friends, reading books about the history of my favorite country which I've read countless times before. But… even if I tried to make friends I guess no one would really want to befriend me in the first place because of my…
Anyways, everything that matters right now is that I am enjoying myself reading a book about my favorite ruler, the founding Pharaoh of Ancient Egypt's 19th dynasty, Ramses I.
Ramses… He's different. Unlike the other pharaohs before him, which were of "royal blood" ,he attained his post through hard work, by proving the world he didn't need to be born royal to be capable of ruling those humble beings. It's not the blood which flows in his veins that made him a God, but the soul he carried inside his chest. But, unfortunately people seem to easily overlook him and rather pay more attention to his grandson Ramses II. I know, he brought wealth and glory to Egypt, but my favorite will always remain Ramses I. You could say I might have a crush on him.
Well, and that's where things started to become quite different.
Yvette was sitting on the ground, legs crossed, between two huge bookshelves which were filled with ancient history and mysteries humans might never be able to solve. She was reading with enthusiasm the book she held in her small hands, long slender fingers flipping pages every 5 minutes. It was typical for her to lose track of time, since she soon heard the bell of the school ring, announcing the start of the next lesson. But guess that didn't really matter anymore since she decided to skip. No one would really question if she came or not, no one would worry if she was in danger, if she had run into some trouble, since everyone disliked her. All this because of those fiery locks, because of the bloody red hair she carried on her slim shoulders. But she was used to it… being hated… There was nothing she could do about it. But can one really get used to being loathed.
I'm alone, not lonely she would keep telling those "magical" words to herself, even though deep down she knew she was just lying to herself, keeping her mind away from the harsh reality. But what could the poor girl do. Easing the pain in her chest with lies was her only option to go by the harsh days.
She slowly opened her emerald green eyes, her vision adjusting to her surroundings. The sun was so bright, it was blinding. She put the side of her hand on her forehead, shade falling on her eyes, making the brightness more bearable, now capable to see her environment properly.
The first thing she laid her eyes on was this gorgeous man, his heterochromatic eyes filled with sorrow and pain. Ah, those expensive eyes… one orb golden, like the sun itself bursting with fire, the other sepia, as if wanting to convey a message of antiquity. Her heart was pounding so hard, as if it wanted to break free from her chest. It was already difficult enough to breath as it was, but when the back of his hand slowly brushed her left cheek, she felt her breath escape, leaving her lungs airless.
The golden haired young man opened his lovely mouth, words slipping through his lips, but she could not understand a word he was saying. She simply could not hear a word. A tear fell down from his sepia eye, rolling down his cheek, and finally dripping off his chin. That one tear bore such sadness. She could not help but cry too, if only she knew what he said, what he wanted from her. If only he could stop his tears from falling an further.
"Please…" his deep and raspy voice finally rang through her ears and her heart melted. Why was he so sad, what did he want from her? How could she stop this sorrow inside him?
Finally she moved, her wet feet splashing through the water with every step she did to get closer to him. The tips of her pure white dress which hugged her lovely figure perfectly were soaked, making it a tiny bit more difficult to move forward. She had been standing in the river for quite a while now. Her toes finally touched dry land, feet now covered in dirt. She slowly locked her arms around him, eyes refusing to tear from each other. His fingers got tangled in her crimson hair as he returned her embrace, his head slowly approaching hers. As if being in a trance she got up to her toes, closing the distance between their lips, now only a few inches before they would meet. Their eyes were now completely closed, breaths mixed, waiting the moment for their lips to finally become one…
Three…
Two…
One…
Her eyes fluttered open as she heard a loud noise. A girl with long raven black hair, and diamond blue eyes which could be clearly seen beneath her big round glasses had accidentally dropped her books as she got startled when she turned around to get another book from the bookshelf and suddenly saw Yvette sleeping soundly on the ground, curled up with her hands joined under her head.
"I'm sorry!" she had said with her sweet and quiet voice and had run off as soon as she had gathered her books from the ground.
Yvette yawned as she stretched her arms at the same time. When she looked outside the huge window on her right she realized the sun was already setting. The sky was colored by colorful shades of red, a masterpiece of flames. It was her favorite time of the day.
She never thought she would ever fall asleep while reading about Ramses, but she didn't care that much, she had had a wonderful dream. If only she had woken up a few second later, then they would have… they could have… What did she dream about again?
That dream had been completely erased from her memory. She knew it had been such a sweet, cute, warm dream, and yet it had had a hint of bitterness as well, but she just couldn't remember any of the details. She just sat there for a few minutes, her legs stretched and her arms crossed; trying hard to remember any parts of her dream, but it was no good.
Well, it was already late so she better hurry and go back home. Her brothers would be soooooo pissed with her when she returned. They really needed to get girlfriends and stop getting on her nerves. They were so overprotective… Well she couldn't really blame them, having shared the same cruel fate as her. She really loved her brothers to death, and would never wish for a better family.
She got up and took her backpack; a smile appeared across her lips.
"Time to go home" she said in a humming tone as the warmth of her dream still lingered in her heart.
A/N TADAAAAAAAA, hope you enjoyed this ;) Please comment PLEASE. It will encourage me to write more ;) I really need them x.x Plus I like grinning stupidly in front of my computer while reading your comments ahahahahahahahahaha ;D
Let's pray for another quick upload *praying* *praying*