Chapter 2 - Who is she?

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A girl stood in front of him, surrounded by light. Again these arms wrap around him and with them this burning torment again. The girl approached his with her face. Soft lips touched his. He groaned painfully. The agony conquered his body, a dark veil covered his eyes and he fell to the ground. The only thing he could still hear was a distant voice, it was that of the girl.

"You torment me ... Please find me ..."

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Atemu started out of his dream, startled. Immediately he felt dizzy and fell back on the bed. His body lay in an unbearable surge of warmth.
Atemu groaned and grabbed his glowing forehead and his head hurt. Slowly he opened his eyes again and struggled to straighten up again, leaning on his elbows.
He was in his bedroom, but the contours of the room turned around him and his eyes were cloudy.

"That dream again ...", Atemu managed in a low and broken voice.

He looked around his room. The entire room was sparsely lit by just a small torch, which was on the wall to his right. On the other side was a small chest of drawers, on which he saw a bowl of water and a couple of small towels.

Exhausted, Atemu threw the covers aside and stumbled weakly towards it. He formed his hands into a kind of bowl and dipped them into the bowl to scoop out some water.
He threw his head back as he let the water flow through his filled palms over his forehead.
The young Pharaoh savored this moment of refreshment with relish.
A moment later he walked a few steps straight from the foot of the bed until he stopped in front of a curtain. He pulled the curtain aside and gained access to the balcony of his bedroom. With a little uncertain steps he made his way to the end of the balcony.

His gaze was directed over the nocturnal Thebes. The city streets were empty and he could see lights in only a few huts. The whole people slept calmly - only he was not allowed to find his well-deserved rest.

He had been plagued by these nightly dreams for days, and each of them came down to the same thing. He hadn't slept properly in a long time. And every night he tried to remember those dreams. His thoughts turned to the girl who kept appearing to him in it.
But no matter how hard he tried, in the end he was unable to track down the girl's appearance and identify her. The only thing she left him with were sleepless nights.

But there was one thing that made him laugh easily. He thought of the kiss between him and the strange girl. Atemu knew too well that kisses were capable of robbing you of your mind, but the fact that this had to reproduce it from his dream with such an enormous amount of rabidness was a disturbing aspect for him in this case ...But suddenly, when the guards screamed in front of his made-up doors, the young Pharaoh was startled and ran as quickly as he could to the source of the sound.

"What happened ?!" he called out questioningly, at the same time loudly, but his voice didn't seem a bit angry or bossy.

The guard in front of him crouched against the wall, almost forgetting to breathe in shock as they tried to answer in a trembling voice.

"A ... a woman, my Pharaoh!"

"A woman?"

Atemu looked around searchingly at the dimly lit corridor around his bedchamber.

// How could a common woman manage to sneak into the palace, with all the guards ... right up to me? //

"How did she look?" Asked the young man who was lying on the floor in front of him, who slowly seemed to recover and hesitantly got up.

"I can't say that, Your Highness. She was barely recognizable due to the lack of light, I couldn't identify her face. But her hair ... it was godlike. White long hair ..."

Atemu caught his breath.

// White, long wait ...? //