Previously untold tales from the journey of the

TRILOGY

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Published March 2017

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Author’s Dedication

This bonus material is for fans of The Secret of the Sands Trilogy, I hope you enjoy spending a little more time in this world.

~Rai Aren

Previously untold tales from the journey of the

2009 Readers Favorite “Fiction-Mystery” Silver Medalist – ReadersFavorite.com

For 12,000 years a dark and deadly secret has been hidden deep below the Great Sphinx of Giza . . .

In present day Egypt, a frightening, yet awe-inspiring story unravels as archaeologists race against time to decipher an ancient truth . . .

Table of Contents

Message from the Authors

Notes I

Deleted Chapter 1

Deleted Chapter 2

Deleted Chapter 3

Notes II

Deleted Chapter 4

Notes III

Deleted Chapter 5

Notes IV

Deleted Chapter 6

Notes V

Deleted Chapter 7

About the Authors

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Message from the Authors

This bonus material, seven previously deleted chapters in all, is from Secret of the Sands. During the writing of it, the world of the story was being fleshed out, and explored in great detail, so that it was known and fully understood by us. As it developed, we worked and wrote and wrote to find out where it needed to go. When all was said and done, the story was nearly 100,000 words longer than the final version. Yes, indeed. You read that right. What was deleted was the length of another novel! Much too long, thus a lot of things had to be edited out. Of course, much of what was removed were not ‘keepers’ as they say, but in our humble opinion, what is shared here was worth keeping and sharing with you. We hope you enjoy exploring a little more of the Secret of the Sands’ world . . .

~Rai & Tavius

Notes I

* SPOILER ALERTS! * The following sections are only meant to be read after you have read Secret of the Sands

The following three chapters occurred after the assassination of Queen Axiana. Princess Anjia was being whisked away into hiding. I thought they were really touching scenes, but they slowed the pace of the story down too much. I had even (briefly) considered including them in Destiny of the Sands, as flashback sequences, but they didn’t fit there either. I’ve always loved them, though. They explored the difficult and painful journey of a young girl being ripped away from everything she knew and loved, in the hopes of saving her life, protecting the rest of her family, and allowing her to fulfill her destiny as the Chosen One. I am happy to share them with you . . . ~Rai Aren

DELETED CHAPTER 1

THE JOURNEY TO A NEW LIFE BEGINS, CIRCA 10,000 B.C.

Odai had returned to the room in the temple where Princess Anjia and Senarra had been waiting. He had arranged a horse-drawn carriage to spirit them away to the little girl’s new and secret life. Under normal circumstances traveling so far would be done by river, but due to the Princess’ deeply traumatic experience on the river, where her mother was killed and where she herself nearly died, they decided to travel by land, though they knew the journey would be long.

Senarra and the Princess were prepared to depart. The young girl had been told what was happening and why. Remarkably, she had accepted her fate. Senarra had cut Anjia’s long black hair much shorter, to fall just below her chin. She had dressed the Princess in layered garments and had given her the blanket she had been wrapped in earlier. There was no time to pack anything else nor could they risk being seen. The Princess’ head had been covered with a hood, as had Senarra’s. Anjia held on tight to Senarra’s hand.

“I have brought the carriage around behind the temple,” Odai said. “We must leave at once.” He was out of breath from his hurried activities. “We must not be seen. Soon Assan will have finished speaking with the . . .” he stopped mid-sentence and quickly looked down at the Princess, realizing what he was about to say. He did not want to mention the King in front of her.

Senarra, understanding immediately what was going through Odai’s mind, nodded and knelt down to speak with Anjia, “Princess, we are going for a ride now. You and I will remain hidden the entire journey. We must be very quiet the whole way, all right?” She smiled warmly at the little Princess who was demonstrating incredible bravery and courage under impossible circumstances. Anjia nodded her understanding, already operating under the code of silence.

As they left the room, they were met by the two priests who were still standing quietly guarding the door and the lion. Amsara stood up and looked directly at the tiny shrouded form. Anjia paused for a moment, looking at him through her makeshift veil. Slowly, she reached out to run her hand down his nose. “Amsara,” she spoke quietly.

The huge cat closed his eyes, and bowed his head, as though in acceptance of the gesture.

Anjia whispered, “Thank-you for saving my life.”

Amsara nuzzled her hand and gently rubbed his great mane against the small child who stood before him.

“We must go,” Odai said. He hated to interrupt this moment, but he knew they were running out of time to make an unseen exit. He turned to the priests, “Please take Amsara back to his den, then find Assan and wait for his instructions.”

The first priest nodded, “We will do so at once.”

Before they left, the second priest turned to look at the three of them. “May all your journeys be safe,” he said. “Blessings now and always . . .”

They both bowed deeply and backed away, one taking Amsara’s leash, leading him away. The lion calmly went with them, as if understanding his job was done.

With that, Odai led them out the back of the temple at a hurried pace. Senarra, keeping a firm hold of Princess Anjia’s hand, followed closely behind. Once Odai reached the door leading out, he paused, first listening for any signs of activity, then glanced out carefully so as not to be seen. He heard and saw no one nearby. He looked back and nodded at Senarra.

The Princess had not made a sound and stood still as a statue until Senarra squeezed her small hand to indicate they would move again. Odai ran to the carriage he had prepared for their journey and opened the door. They followed him. He had placed several blankets inside to help cushion the ride and provide warmth and left them a jug of water and some bread and fruit.

Standing before the carriage, Anjia looked up at the starry night sky, wondering what her future would be like.

Senarra picked Anjia up and helped her into the back. She sat down beside the girl, who immediately curled up in a ball, and pulled one of the thick blankets over top of them. Senarra looked at Odai and managed a bit of a smile to encourage him.

He nodded somberly and closed the door. He leapt into the driver’s seat and took the reins, letting the two horses depart at a casual pace so as not to attract attention. News of what happened to the Queen and Princess had not yet reached anyone outside the Palace or temple so his departure would not seem out of the ordinary.

Odai held his breath as they passed through the temple gates. No sound came from the carriage. He was getting a little more nervous. He knew they had to outpace the news of the Queen’s death and the Princess’ disappearance, which would spread fast. He desperately hoped Assan could contain the situation long enough to allow them to leave the city without much notice, and reach their destination in secrecy.

In the back, Senarra held the Princess close. The little girl, who had still not made a sound, was tense and trembling slightly. Although relieved the Princess had remained so still and quiet, Senarra worried about her. Her face was hidden at the moment. To comfort her, Senarra began to hum a simple tune so softly that she was not sure at first that the Princess could even hear her above the noise of the horses and wooden wheels driving roughly down the pitted road. But after a few moments she felt the tiny girl relax slightly and snuggle even closer to her. The song was one that all Kierani children learned when they were young.

Princess Anjia, recognizing and remembering the song, and being comforted by it, quietly sang the words to herself:

Oh flowers that bloom in wonders of color and scent

Their magical blossoms, to my room have lent

Oh stars in the sky who shine night after night

Never tiring of guiding the great bird’s flight

Oh creatures who share our bountiful world

Your call in the night, my own ears have heard

What a magical world around me exists

My life, only a small part in the creation of such bliss

Never forget it is this world we do share

With the myriad of life, for which we must care

Senarra stopped for a moment, noticing the girl had quietly begun singing the words along to her humming. Senarra kissed the back of the Princess’ head and the two of them began to sing the simple melody together.

Out front, Odai could just barely hear the soft voices coming from the back. He smiled, taking it as a sign his precious cargo was safe and well.

After a time, Princess Anjia, having been overcome by fatigue, her mind needing to escape the harsh realities of the day, had fallen asleep and was having a strange dream.

She was back in the sailboat, but this time she was alone. The water was absolutely still, the sky was a beautiful shade of blue. Not a sound could be heard, not even the call of a distant bird. She was standing at the prow looking out over the water. She had the sensation that the boat was in motion, but no rocking was felt, no waves were made. Soundlessly it glided across the glassy water. Anjia looked into the distance, when suddenly she noticed a long, dark shadow creeping up from behind her. She heard a low, menacing voice say ‘I will never rest until you are found.’ She whirled around with a start.

She awoke up before she saw who was casting the ominous shadow.

Senarra felt her jump suddenly, “Princess Anjia, what is it?” she asked.

Anjia did not answer right away, shifting from the dream state to the waking world. Once she realized it was just a dream, she relaxed again and tried to block the frightening images from her mind. She snuggled close to Senarra. “It was just a dream,” she answered softly, choosing not to share what the dream was about.

“Are you all right? Are you comfortable?” Senarra asked.

“I am fine,” Anjia replied, lowering her head, not wanting to think about the boat, her mother or anything else she had lost today.

Hour after hour passed as they journeyed on through the night, coming ever closer to the Royal Princess’ new home. They stopped for a couple of short rest breaks along the way. After a time, Anjia had fallen back asleep. Eventually, Odai began to make out some faint lights that appeared on the horizon. Dawn was also peeking out over the horizon as the miles petered out. The village was now only a short distance away.

Odai was growing weary from the journey. He knew his passengers would be feeling the same way. He was anxious about the next steps as he tried to maintain his courage. What was said to the family must be carefully thought out. He prayed for the wisdom to do so. He was also worried about how the young Princess would react once they were actually there, facing these unfamiliar people, and the time came for him and Senarra to leave her behind.

Afterwards, Odai and Senarra were to inform the local members of the priesthood about this adoption before returning to the main city. Assan had decided they would not be told the truth, to avoid further complications. He had asked Odai and Senarra to tell the local priests, on his behalf, that the matter had to be looked after quickly due to the chaos caused by the storm and that they were needed back in the city as soon as possible to assist with the relief efforts. This way they could avoid too many questions and return to take care of other urgent matters that concerned them. Assan’s judgment, as always, would be trusted implicitly.

Odai’s heart beat faster as he realized how precarious the situation was and how much blind faith he would have to put, not only in Princess Anjia, but his and Senarra’s ability to live the lie, ever wondering if or when something might happen to cause it all to fall apart. This was a secret that could save a life . . . or destroy others . . .

DELETED CHAPTER 2

THE TRAVELERS ARRIVE, CIRCA 10,000 B.C.

Finally, Odai, Senarra, and Princess Anjia reached the outskirts of the small village of Derepet. The villagers had chosen the name, which meant “offering” in the Kierani language, as an honor to the Royal Family. Odai immediately recognized the homestead Assan had described. He slowed the horses down and approached the gates. It was a modest, but pleasant-looking home. He could see the glow of a small hearth fire through a curtained window. Odai could hear the sound of crickets nearby, and the rush of the river not far off. The sounds soothed him. This was a peaceful place, quiet and tranquil. He looked up at the stars still visible in the early morning sky. The air was warm and fragrant. He brought the horses to a halt and got down to open the wooden gate. A few dried flowers had been tied to the gate, a local custom of welcoming visitors who dropped by.

Inside the carriage, Senarra and Anjia were now fully alert and listening for sounds of what was happening outside. They heard a gate creak open and realized they must have reached their destination. Senarra’s heart began pounding in her chest. She was keenly aware of how much was at stake and how much they would have to trust in the Princess to keep the truth in confidence. The young girl was only five years old. What they were asking of her was bordering on outrageous. To ask a child to live a lie, day after day, never letting anything slip, never breaking down and telling the truth, bearing the grief of losing her mother in silence, never being able to call out for her father and brother, was a dreadful thing to do. Such a burden, Senarra thought, was perhaps far too much to ask of anyone, let alone this fragile and frightened young girl.

The carriage continued up the path. Princess Anjia spoke up, “We are here now.”

Senarra’s heart was in her throat, “Yes, Princess, we are here.” The reality of leaving Anjia behind was sinking in painfully, unbearably.

“You do not have to worry about me,” Anjia stated as if she had read Senarra’s thoughts.

Senarra was speechless. This child who had been through so much, was handling the situation far better than she was.

Anjia looked at her, her eyes clear, her face strangely calm. “Thank-you for taking care of me today, I will be all right now. I am not afraid any longer.”

Senarra could not believe what she was hearing. “Oh, Princess Anjia, you are so brave, I am very proud of you,” Senarra replied as she hugged her gently. “Do you have anything you wish to talk about before we go in?”

“No,” Anjia replied. The young girl now had a curious look on her face.

“Princess, what is it?” Senarra asked.

“Amsara came to me in a dream. He said these people will take care of me. He told me this is where I must live for now. He also . . .” Anjia hesitated.

“What, sweetheart? What is it?” Senarra asked. She was in awe of the insight and wisdom the child possessed.

“He said to trust your heart,” Anjia stated simply.

“Who? Me?” Senarra asked.

“You and Odai. He said you must look within for your answers.”

“Answers? To what . . .” Senarra caught herself. The horses had stopped again. They were at the house now. She waited for Odai. He walked around to the carriage and opened the door, peering inside. The morning sky was brightening now into beautiful shades of pink and gold and amber.

“Are you two all right back here?” he whispered.

“Yes, we are fine,” Senarra replied. She quickly relayed what had just happened and the message Anjia had given them.

Odai glanced over at her, surprised.

Anjia just looked at him thoughtfully.

“I see,” he said, momentarily caught off guard. He took a deep breath, “It is time. I am going to go in first. I will introduce myself and get a sense of them before I reveal the real reason I am here. I do not wish to startle them. When I feel I have prepared them sufficiently, I will come get you.”

Senarra nodded, “We will wait.”

He hesitated for a moment. “Princess, there is something else I want you to know before you meet them, so you understand why this family was chosen. The husband’s name is Ehrim, his wife’s name is Uta. A few years ago their only son died of an illness. He was younger than you are now. It was tragic and they suffered his loss greatly. They have always wanted another child, but were never able to have another baby. So you see, in a way, this is filling a deep and painful void, for you and for them. Perhaps together you can heal the hurt the three of you feel.”

Anjia nodded her understanding, “So, now I will be their child and they will no longer need to be sad and lonely any more.”

“That is right, Princess, you will make them very happy. They will make wonderful parents for you.” Odai kissed the top of her head. “But that does not mean you love your other family any less, please remember that.”

“I will,” she replied, her lower lip quivering at the mention of those she had left behind.

He gently touched the top of her head. Then, he looked at Senarra. She took his hand and squeezed it, trying to give him strength.

Odai straightened up. He turned and walked up to the front door, smoothing out his garments. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He heard voices inside and some quick footsteps to the door.

A man opened the door and his eyes went wide at the sight of the young priest standing there and for a moment he was speechless. The man recognized Odai was not a priest from the local village.

Odai was sure his appearance was a little disconcerting, especially at this early hour and so he immediately sought to put the startled man at ease, “Good morning to you,” he smiled and opened his arms. “My name is Odai, I am a member of the priesthood. I have come from the main city, on behalf of Assan.”

“Assan? Uh, well then, good morning, sir,” the man said as he struggled to make sense of what was happening. “We are honored to have such a visitor, though we are surprised to see you,” he continued as he bowed his head. “What can we do for you?”

Odai could see the man’s wife looking over his shoulder in the background, timid yet curious, her eyes full of questions. “I have journeyed far through the night to speak with you both. May I come in?”

“Of course, of course, pardon my manners,” the man said sheepishly. “Come in. My name is Ehrim and this is my wife, Uta,” he motioned Odai in, closing the door behind him. Uta nodded and smiled shyly.

The room was warm from the fire burning brightly in the hearth. A kettle was hung over top of the flames. Odai looked around at the humble room, four chairs, a wooden table which had been painted a deep forest green, a bench with a sloped back covered with thick, tan-colored woolen blankets and a low table in front of it, was all the furniture they had. A few dishes were placed on the counter in the cozy kitchen. There was a lovely multi-colored hand-knit rug covering a good part of the floor. A small wooden carving of a man and woman with their arms wrapped around a child was placed over the mantle.

Odai’s heart pained at the sight of this, thinking of the loss they had suffered and yet they did not hide what must be a treasured keepsake, symbolic of a time now lost to them. Odai instantly got a good feeling from this place and these two people.

Odai spoke to them, “Thank-you for receiving me, unannounced, at this early hour.”

“It is our honor to have a visit from a member of the priesthood from the city,” Uta said. “Please come in and sit down.” She motioned to one of the chairs. She was trying to contain her curiosity and concern at this unusual visit.

Ehrim too wondered what was so important that this priest would travel during the night to come to see them personally. It had him a little worried.

Uta continued, “We were just about to have our morning tea. We are early risers, as are most people around here. May I offer you a cup?”

“Yes, thank-you, that is very kind of you,” Odai said as he sat down. Ehrim went to retrieve the kettle, while Uta fetched three mugs from one of the small cupboards in the kitchen.

Ehrim was a fairly tall man, with shoulders that were slightly hunched from many years of hard, physical labor. Uta was a fair bit shorter than her husband. They were dressed in simple, loose-fitting clothing, clothes that were suited to the life of farmers. Uta wore a long, light brown skirt and plain yellow shirt. Her long black hair was piled up on top of her head, with a few loose strands hanging down. Ehrim had some stubble on his face, his hair was slightly unkempt and his brown clothing was quite worn. Though his appearance was a little scruffy, he seemed a noble man. Both their faces were tanned and lined. Though not much older than the King, they looked rather more aged, having worked outside for most of their lives.

Odai noticed a small instrument near the hearth.

“That is a deget, have you heard it played?” Ehrim asked as he set the kettle down on a cloth on the table.

“Yes, though it has been a long time since I have seen one,” Odai replied. He admired the simple wooden stringed instrument. “Do you both play?”

“Ah, that is my wife’s domain. She is quite the musician. She plays beautifully,” Ehrim said, smiling proudly. He looked at his wife with great affection.

Uta blushed as she took a seat at the table. “He flatters me, I am afraid, though I do love to play in the evening before we retire. It has quite a soothing sound.”

Odai turned back to the couple and to the matter at hand. He did not want to leave Senarra and the Princess waiting outside any longer than necessary. “I have journeyed from the city under the recommendation of our Head Priest, Assan. I understand you know him personally.”

“Oh, yes,” Uta said. “He is a kind and caring man. Our priests mention his name frequently at our services. He has visited our village on occasion, though we have only met him once . . .” she paused and looked down, pulling her hands into her lap.

Ehrim continued for her, placing his hand on hers as he spoke, “He came to visit us after our son, Esa, died. Assan made a special stop on his visit to our village and brought us generous gifts of breads, fruit, oils, linens, and such, as condolences for our loss. We have never forgotten his kindness.”

It was clear to Odai that Ehrim and Uta still felt their loss keenly.

Uta, wiping away a tear, straightened herself up and started to pour the tea.

Odai considered how he should proceed. “Assan speaks very highly of you as well. He was hoping you are both doing well.”

They looked at each other. Ehrim spoke first, “We are well. Please thank him for thinking of us. The crops have been good the last couple of years and the village is thriving. In many ways, we have been blessed . . .” he looked back at his wife and sighed. “We have each other, we are happy together, but we have been unable to have another child.” He looked at his wife, smiling sadly and squeezed her hands. It was customary among the Kierani people to speak quite openly to one another and especially to members of the priesthood. It was one of the finest qualities of these people.

Uta added quickly, “Please understand, we are not ungrateful for all that we have. We know we live good, honest lives, but losing Esa was unimaginable. Some days I still cannot believe my son is gone. I wake up and my first thought will be to go to his room to see him, and then I remember . . .” She was trying to fight back tears. “I am sorry . . .” Uta bowed her head and then excused herself, retreating to the bedroom. Odai noticed a second room beside the one that Uta had gone into, the room that had once been Esa’s he surmised.

Ehrim watched sadly as his wife left the table. “Please forgive us, we do not mean to trouble you with our grief. It is just that it is hard to keep inside sometimes and your visit . . . well, it reminds us of the last time we had a personal visit from a priest from the city.”

Odai leaned forward and touched his shoulder, “You have no need for apologies, Ehrim. You and your wife have suffered greatly, yet, I understand, have always remained a vital part of this village. It is about this very matter that I have come to you this evening.”

Ehrim looked at Odai searchingly, “Oh? What do you mean?”

“Perhaps it is best if you see if Uta would rejoin us, I have something important to share with both of you.”

Ehrim nodded and went to get his wife. Odai heard some whispering, then Uta’s voice rising slightly. A few moments later, they came back and stood at the table. Uta wiped her face, her cheeks were wet.

“Please sit down,” Odai motioned them back to their seats.

The couple was clearly anxious and unnerved by what Odai had said. Fear and anticipation was written all over their faces.

“Sadly, another family in a village far south of the city has recently suffered a great loss. A farming accident claimed the life of a young couple.”

“Oh no,” Uta said as her hand flew to her mouth. “We are so sorry to hear this.”

“Such a tragedy,” Ehrim said, his face grim.

“Yes,” Odai said, “deeply tragic.” He took a deep breath and continued, “They left behind a young daughter, only five years old. Her name is . . .” Odai momentarily panicked. He realized in their haste and the chaos that they had not discussed a new name for Anjia. His mind raced for a name. He cleared his throat. He suddenly recalled the name of an architect’s wife he had met a few months ago. “. . . Panarra. She came into the care of the priesthood as she has no family left. Assan consulted with the other members of the priesthood and your names came up. It was decided, that if you both were willing, Panarra could come to live with you.”

Ehrim and Uta sat stunned at the unexpected offer. Uta put her hand over her mouth and shook with emotion. Ehrim put his arm around his wife, and he looked at her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers, and then nodded eagerly. Both were now in tears. “We are so sorry for that family,” Ehrim offered. “But we would welcome this child who has lost so much, into our home with open hearts.” The mix of emotions he was feeling showed through his tears and trembling smile.

“Of course, it was terribly sad for everyone,” Odai replied looking down, reflecting for a moment. Then he looked back up. “But I am very pleased that you will take her in. She is in great need.”

Uta looked to her husband, her eyes wide with hope, “Is this really happening Ehrim?” She put her hand tenderly on his face, “Are we going to have a daughter?” Their emotion was touching. Ehrim could barely speak, but he managed to nod his head enthusiastically, and kissed her forehead.

“Then I have one more piece of important news,” Odai sat forward intently.

They looked at him almost disbelievingly, wondering what other news he could possibly have.

“I realize this is going to seem sudden, but the city and surrounding area were hit with a terrible storm yesterday. There was much damage and sadly many lives were lost. Due to the state of the area and the pressure on our relief efforts and resources to handle the emergency, we felt it was best to take her to a permanent home as soon as possible for her own good. She has been through so much already. She had been left in the care of the priests at the main temple, but due to the storm, we are not in the best position to care for her now, and we did not want her to feel as though she was being passed around from place to place. Since it is a long journey from the city to your village, we decided to save time on a second journey . . .” Odai stared into their uncomprehending faces. “I do not know how to say this, so I will just say it . . . she is here. She is waiting outside.”

Ehrim and Uta immediately looked to the door. Uta’s jaw had dropped. Ehrim searched Odai’s face, his eyes going wide with wonder, “Good sir, are you saying you have brought the child to our home today, for good? To be our daughter?”

“Yes, you are now parents, once again,” Odai said as he looked directly into their eyes.

Uta looked as though she would faint. “Oh, good heavens!” she cried, “I cannot believe this is happening to us. “A daughter? I never thought . . .” she choked up. She got up and knelt at Odai’s feet. “Thank-you, thank-you . . .”

Ehrim knelt behind her, his hand on her back, and bowed his head.

“How can we ever thank the priesthood for choosing us?” she asked.

“We do not know what to say,” Ehrim’s voice was hoarse, “we are eternally grateful for this most precious blessing. You have brought incredible joy to us. We accept your gracious offer with open hearts and we will gladly provide a loving home for this child.”

“You were chosen because you were deserving,” Odai smiled kindly at them. “Now, please, rise, I will let you have some time to prepare to receive her. I am sorry there was no notice, but the storm was very hard on us. Events happened quickly and decisions had to be made. Assan trusted that she would be well-received in your home.”

“We have waited long years for a child to come back into our lives. We need not wait another moment,” Uta said and looked to her husband. They embraced one another.

“We are ready,” Ehrim said to Odai.

Odai simply nodded and went for the door. A slight breeze was on his face and he breathed the fresh air in deeply. Events were now set in motion and must be followed through with. He closed the door behind him and walked over to the carriage. His heart pounded in his chest. He paused, then opened the door.

Anjia looked up at him, her eyes wide.

“They are thrilled to have you,” he said to her, “and they are lovely, caring people.”

“That is good,” Senarra said quickly. “Shall we step outside?” She did not want the Princess to change her mind about going through with this. Now that they had come this far, it was best to just keep moving forward.

Odai helped them both out of the carriage.

Anjia clutched the warm blanket that Senarra had wrapped her in.

Odai knelt down in front of the young Princess, “The time has come.”

Anjia nodded.

He continued, “They are overjoyed at the opportunity to be your new parents. They are good people – as good as they come. They will love you and care for you.” Anjia simply nodded again as she listened to what he was telling her, but Odai could tell she was scared. “They are very kind people. I have no doubt you will find happiness here. They can give you a good life, you will learn much, make new friends and most important of all – be safe.”

Senarra’s eyes were welling up with tears, but she tried to fight them back for the sake of the Princess.

Odai continued, this was so difficult, but they had little time. “There is one thing we had not yet discussed – your name. Since no one must know of your true identity, I had to choose a new name for you. I am sorry we did not talk about this before, but everything happened so fast and I had not thought of it. It is Panarra – your new name is Panarra. Can you repeat that for me?”

“Panarra,” the tiny voice replied.

“And from here on out, the title of Princess must never be spoken again.” Odai felt terrible about having to rush such important details. He chided himself for not thinking things through properly.

“Never again,” the former Princess repeated.

“I have told them your parents were killed in a farming accident. If they ask you about details of your former home or what happened, you can tell them you just do not want to talk about it. They will not press the matter any further. They would not want to cause you any more pain. They would not expect you to have been told any details of the accident anyway, you are too young for that kind of information.” Odai paused, trying to figure out what was going through her mind. He thought that it must seem like a dream to her. He prayed she could make the adjustment. Everything now depended on this one little person and her ability to adapt and cope.

Senarra knelt down as well, “Do you understand all of this? Do you remember everything we talked about earlier, about why this has to happen?”

“Yes. I miss my family, though,” the little girl said as she clutched the blanket Senarra had given her, recalling the faces of her loved ones, all of whom were lost to her now.

“You can keep your family in your thoughts and prayers, but they must always be kept private, here in your heart, for your own safety. It is the only way,” Odai answered her gently. “Do you have any questions about any of this?”

“My name is Panarra. My family was killed in a farming accident. I am coming here to live,” she answered.

“That is right,” Senarra said as she stroked her hair. “You are the bravest, smartest, most special girl I have ever known,” she said as a tear fell down her cheek.

“Do not cry, Senarra, I will be all right. Amsara still speaks to me. I do not feel so alone.”

“You must never tell anyone of that, Amsara will have to be your little secret.” Odai was panicking again, realizing how many things could go wrong in their plan, how much they did not have time to talk about.

“I promise. I do not want anyone else to die because of me.”

Senarra smiled, trying to fight back her own tears.

“Then, it is time, we must go inside. Are you ready?” Odai asked.

She merely nodded her head. Senarra took her hand and together the three of them walked up to her new home.

DELETED CHAPTER 3

A NEW HOME, CIRCA 10,000 B.C.

As the three hurting and nervous figures approached the door, the realization of what was happening in this moment became palpable to each of them in their own way. From this moment on, their lives would be irrevocably altered. There was no turning back now, so with brave faces and all the courage in their hearts they could muster, they stepped forward.

Odai stepped in front and knocked.

Ehrim opened the door. Uta stood next to him. For a brief moment, he held eye contact with them. Ehrim placed his arm about his wife. Both seemed to be holding their breath, their nervousness and anticipation apparent.

Odai sensed movement from behind him as Ehrim and Uta’s gaze moved to the small figure, who had stepped out from the shadows. Senarra stood behind her, her hands placed gently on the girl’s small trembling shoulders. Odai looked down at his side to see her bravely standing tall, looking directly at the two strangers who were about to become her new parents.

Uta and Ehrim could not hide their joy, which had instantly filled their hearts at the sight of the delicate, beautiful child standing before them. Their eyes filled with tears. Ehrim squeezed his wife and then released her from his arm. Uta took a tentative step forward and then knelt down in front of her so she could look at her on her level. Uta’s lower lip trembled slightly as a warm and happy smile spread across her face. In an instant her eyes took in every feature of the tiny face, looking at her with complete wonder and awe. Senarra removed her own hood then the girl’s, whose shiny black hair, shorter now, fell out from under the hood. The firelight sparkled in her remarkable emerald green eyes, the eyes of her father.

“My name is Panarra,” she stated simply.

Ehrim now stepped forward and knelt down beside his wife, “This is my wife Uta, my name is Ehrim. We welcome you to your new home.”

The little girl looked around at the new surroundings for the first time, taking everything in. Her countenance was calm and thoughtful. It was as though she was absorbing all that she saw and felt in that moment, and deep in her mind decided what she must do, what she must be. As if she now fully understood what was being asked of her she took another step forward, “I have lost my family.”

This statement hit Uta hard, the memory of their own loss and pain seemed to mix together with that of the young girl standing before them, so small and frail. Tears streamed down her face as she spoke, “Odai told us. We are very sorry for those you have lost. We, too, have lost someone we loved dearly, our son, Esa.”

“I know,” the exiled Princess replied.

There was a moment of silence, as those gathered tried to figure out what to do next.

“May we offer you something to drink?” Ehrim asked.

“Yes, water please.”

“Would you like to look around a little?” Uta asked.

The girl now named Panarra, simply nodded and proceeded to walk around slowly looking at everything. She did not say a word as she took it all in. She looked into Uta and Ehrim’s room, then stopped as she reached the second bedroom, also just off the living room and kitchen in the small home.

“Was this Esa’s room?” she asked.

Ehrim nodded, bringing her a small mug of cool water. “Yes, it once belonged to our son. You may go in, if you like. It will be your room now.”

She drank the water and Ehrim took the glass from her. As she entered the room, Uta followed behind her and went to light a small bedside lamp. It cast a warm glow across the cozy, little room.

The room was inviting for a child, a rainbow-colored blanket was draped across the child-sized bed. Small cushions of yellow, green and bright orange were arranged at the head of the bed. On a small dresser there were some carved wooden toys – a canoe, a carving of a lion, and a figurine in the shape of a child. On a chair beside the bed was also a knitted figure of a lion, made from soft tan-colored wool and stuffed with cotton. It had black beads for eyes and pale orange yarn for a mane. She immediately went over to the small stuffed animal, but hesitated and did not pick it up.

Uta had been silently watching the little girl walk around the room, looking at the things, which had once belonged to her beloved son. She saw her looking at the stuffed lion –Esa’s favorite toy. He had carried it everywhere with him and had slept with it every night. “Would you like to have that?”

She looked up at Uta with wide, hopeful eyes.

Uta walked over, picked up the soft toy and bent down to give it to her. “It is yours Panarra, if you would like it. Esa would have wanted you to have it.”

She took it in her tiny hands, looking at it for a moment, then hugged the little wool lion, whispering, “Amsara . . .”

Odai and Senarra had been standing a few feet from the door, but had heard what she had called the toy. Odai’s heart skipped a beat. “Panarra, may we see you for a moment,” he asked.

Out she came, clutching the little knitted lion, Uta and Ehrim following behind.

“Panarra, please come sit down for a moment,” Odai motioned to the bench near the hearth. He sat on one side of her and Senarra sat on the other.

Uta and Ehrim stood nearby, Ehrim’s arm once again around his wife.

“How do you feel?” Odai asked. “Do you like it here?”

The little girl nodded her head and placed her face against the stuffed toy.

Senarra stroked her hair. “These people will be your new parents, if you would like to stay with them. Remember everything we talked about during the journey here?”

She nodded her head silently again.

Uta said softly, “This can be your home. It would make us very happy if you would choose to stay with us. We promise to take very good care of you. I can make you some breakfast, I am sure you are hungry from your long night of traveling.”

Ehrim nodded in agreement, “Yes, then you can sleep as long as you need to. You must be very tired. Later today, after you have rested, we can go for a short walk, look around a little. You can meet some of the other children in the village if you like, or whenever you are ready to.”

She looked around the room again, squeezing the toy lion. She turned to Uta and Ehrim. “I will stay with you.”

The relief felt throughout the room was palpable. Uta and Ehrim laughed, then cried. Uta replied, “That is wonderful, Panarra, we are so happy. We can never replace the parents you have lost, but we promise you that we will do our best to be loving parents.”

“Yes, we will be a family, Panarra. We will be so proud to call you our daughter,” Ehrim spoke as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

Senarra and Odai knew the time had come, though they wished they did not have to leave so soon. They each kissed the top of her head and held her for a moment. Then, Odai knelt before her and said, “Goodbye, Panarra. We will miss you.”

Senarra also knelt down, “We will think of you every moment of every day.” She gave her a long hug.

“Goodbye,” the little girl replied. A tear fell from her eye.

Senarra tenderly wiped it away and stood up.

Uta came and stood beside Panarra, ready to take on her role as mother and comfort her new daughter.

And with that the priest and priestess stood up and headed to the door. Ehrim went to the kitchen, “Please take some water and bread and fruit for the journey home.”

Odai and Senarra gratefully accepted the offer, not having brought along many provisions in their haste to leave the city.

“Thank-you . . . for everything.” Ehrim said warmly.

“Yes, you have given us a beautiful new life and new family. We will never forget you. You are always welcome to come visit us,” Uta beamed, barely containing the emotion she felt.

Odai simply replied, “Thank-you. Farewell.”

“May your home be filled with many blessings, now and always,” Senarra said.

And with that, Anjia’s life, as she had known it, ended. And began.

Notes II

* SPOILER ALERTS! * The following sections are only meant to be read after you have read Secret of the Sands

This scene, Queen Axiana’s funeral, does appear in Secret of the Sands. However, much of the original scene, which was quite lengthy, was deleted due to pacing. It slowed the story down too much. I did think it was meaningful though, and so I wanted to include the full scene here to give you some more insight in Kierani custom and spiritual beliefs . . . ~Rai Aren

DELETED CHAPTER 4

FUNERAL CEREMONY, CIRCA 10,000 B.C.

Queen Axiana’s body had been prepared according to Kierani custom. She had been cremated, her ashes contained within a gold urn, engraved with ankhs, the Queen’s name, and the Royal Family’s crest. The urn was then placed within a wooden coffin encased within a cartonnage, which had been painted with her likeness, then overlaid with gold. Inside her coffin were many items that would remain with Axiana throughout her journey into the afterlife.

Each member of the Royal Family had placed inside, an item that held special significance for them. Tramen made a small stuffed doll, representing himself so that his mother would never have to be without him. Traeus included a bracelet he had given her on their wedding day. It was made of gold and inlaid with precious gems, and on the inside it had been engraved with both his and Axiana’s names. Alaj and Zazmaria placed an ornate golden goblet from a set Axiana had given them on their wedding day, signifying that one would forever be missing. Amoni had placed a small, wooden model of a sailboat inside, for Axiana had been the one who had first taught him to sail.

Commander Koronius had also been asked to place something inside, though he had politely refused at first. He still felt responsible for her death, but Traeus had insisted he be a part of this ritual. Traeus knew his wife had always respected him and would have wanted him to feel that he was still a part of their lives. Commander Koronius placed his most precious medal inside, wrapped in a sky-blue silk scarf and placed inside a carved wooden box. It was the Medal of Honor Traeus’ father had fashioned for him for his role in saving a young family from a fire long ago. Koronius himself had rushed inside, into the flames, and pulled the couple’s unconscious children out, just in time. He had suffered burns to both arms, but had never tried to hide the scars. He felt it was an honor to have suffered so little, when so much was saved.

Finally, Mindara placed a poem she had written for her friend inside, written on papyrus, and tied with a crimson silk ribbon. It read:

My life-long friend

For so long you were always here

A part of the tapestry of all our lives

Memories as girls we shared

Memories of a King and children

You take with you

Life’s breath comes, now goes

Your journey here has ended

Mine without you sadly continues

Many miles have we traveled,

Many still are yet to come

For what lies ahead is unknown

My life-long friend

Forever will your memory dwell in my heart

Forever will you remain – our Queen, and my friend

A tiny wooden coffin and cartonnage had also been prepared for Princess Anjia. There had been much debate over what to do since they did not have her remains. Putting funerary offerings inside an empty coffin seemed inappropriate somehow, so instead, Traeus had one of the artists from the priesthood create a painting for her. It had turned out beautifully, it was a scene depicting the Palace gardens, a beautiful, sunny day, and in the background was the Amsara monument. She was playfully running away, barefoot, clad in a simple white, loose-fitting dress, looking back over her left shoulder, an enigmatic smile on her face, and her emerald green eyes were sparkling. Her long, black hair was blowing softly in the breeze, with a couple of strands blowing across her face. In her left hand, she carried an ankh. Traeus had loved the painting so much he had a copy of it created so that it could be hung on a wall inside the Palace, below which they would always keep a bouquet of fresh flowers.

Now that all the arrangements had been finalized, the Royal Family prepared for the procession.

Having woken his sleepy son two hours before sunrise that morning, Traeus helped him get dressed in formal robes of mourning, which matched his own. The robes were made of a midnight blue silk, with gold embroidery down the front, at the cuffs and around the hem. The pattern was of interlocking ankhs, the symbol of everlasting life. This was the customary funeral garment of the Royal Family. The symbol of the ankh would give a clear message to the people, that although the Queen and Princess may have left the mortal world, they were still a part of the Kierani people and would live on in their memories and in their hearts, and that life itself would go on, though different from before. The Kierani people believed that all life was inextricably linked, those who had come before, those who lived now and those of the future generations, all were a part of the same fabric of existence, merely separated by time, but not truly separated at all.

The people were similarly dressed in traditional funerary linens, both men and women veiled. Kierani custom dictated this, but once the formal services had ended, the veils would be removed, showing that, although death fills us all with grief and we want to hide in the shadows of our pain, and to escape it, we must continue on and face the world with open eyes and open hearts, that courage must be found within. The Kierani believed that great strength and unity can come from such times, that it has the potential to forge the very resilience for survival. However, deeply in mourning, the sadness and loss they felt in this moment, was acute.

The King struggled with his place in the Royal funeral. His beloved daughter was lost to him, in life, also literally in her death. The reality of this was like a gaping hole in his heart that bled slowly, never to fully heal. To lose her was one thing, but to not have her remains to pay proper respect to was nearly unbearable for him. The thought of her tiny, fragile body being lost in the world, alone, no family members near her, was something that haunted him every day. He knew he needed to put on a strong front, but inside he felt as weak and insubstantial from the unrelenting pain as a leaf blowing in the cruel, merciless winds.

A Royal funeral began an hour before sunrise. The Royal Family would walk to the site where the official proceedings would take place. Preceding them would be the priests, who were the physical embodiment of the Kierani spiritual beliefs and so it was appropriate for them to lead the way. Behind them, carried by six of the King’s Royal soldiers, was the cartonnage holding the Queen’s remains, which was draped with the finest silk. Behind, carried by four Royal soldiers, was Anjia’s tiny, empty cartonnage, also draped with the same fine, embroidered silk. It was brought along as a symbolic gesture, even though there were no ashes within to give to the river. The Royal crest was exquisitely embroidered with gold thread into the midnight blue silk draping, the same color worn by the Royal Family. The crest showed the rising sun, the symbol of the ankh in the middle, and the sun surrounded by stars. Lying across the bottom was the image of the lion Amsara.

Next would come the members of the Royal Family. King Traeus and Prince Tramen would lead the Royal Family, followed by Prince Alaj, Princess Zazmaria, Prince Amoni and Mindara. Commander Koronius, and the surviving soldiers that had been there with him on the river that day, completed the procession.

The priests would light the torches they would carry during the journey from the Palace through the city streets. Once the sun came up the torches were to be extinguished. The ceremony would take place at the edge of the river. There was an area, which had been prepared with a small white platform where the prayers for the souls of Queen Axiana and Princess Anjia would be said. A narrow wooden pathway had been constructed leading to the water’s edge from the platform.

A small amount of the Queen’s ashes would be kept in the urn to be interred within a stone sarcophagus. A small sarcophagus had also been carved for Princess Anjia. The sarcophaguses were placed in the burial chamber located near the garden on the Palace grounds, where, Traeus’ parents, King Mesah and Queen Elenia, were interred. The remaining ashes would be taken out by Traeus and spread out on the river after being blessed by the priests. It was believed that by doing so, the dead would live again, becoming part of the life force contained within the waters – that which gives life to their crops and life to the people. Then the priests would take the Royal cartonnages to the temple located on the Palace grounds to await their interment within the burial chamber.

The funeral ceremony was meant to symbolize the cycle of life in one day – being born with the rising of the sun, then the rest of the day is spent as life would be, sharing time with family, friends, and loved ones. Celebrations, spiritual moments, the sharing of meals, the community banding together, and the giving of offerings at the temple would occur throughout the day. Then, three hours before sunset, there would be a feast at the Palace followed by a formal reception. At sunset, symbolic of life’s end when the Kierani people believed that the soul would be joined with the setting sun to rise again in eternal life, the torches would be relit, and another procession would make its way to the Palace temple and mausoleum for the conclusion of the funeral ceremonies. A small shrine containing candles, incense, and a beautifully fashioned golden ankh was placed inside where the family could come pay their respects. Traeus went there occasionally to commune with the spirit of his father and mother. That his wife and daughter were going to take their places beside them shattered his heart. He dearly wished he had not outlived them both.

The first procession to the river’s edge began. Traeus was listening to the ancient songs the priests sang along the way to the river. The songs seemed to surround him, cocooning him in his own thoughts. The day seemed surreal to him, a mixture of potent images and sensations. The feel of his son’s hand in his as they walked together, the look of the torches glowing against the dark sky, which slowly began to glow red and gold with the rising sun, the feel of the breeze through his hair, the smell of the water. The day was a blur. Traeus remembered walking along the wooden path to the water’s edge, opening the urn and casting the ashes into the fast-moving water of the river. He recalled that he said a few words to the people, but did not now remember what they were. He listened to the priests’ offering of prayers for his wife and daughter’s souls, but his mind drifted, he felt like a man who had stepped out of time, and was observing activities around him, but not really a part of them.

Once the reception had concluded it was time for the final ceremony – the interment in the burial chambers within the mausoleum on the Palace grounds. The mausoleum was a magnificently designed structure. It used the principles of a sundial, where the light from the sun shines through cutouts in the walls. It would result in beautiful, geometric patterns of light shining throughout the chamber at sunrise and sunset. It created a kaleidoscope of colors as it shone through strategically placed crystals.

On this day, both the sunrise and sunset were unusually brilliant. The intensity of the colors seemed greater. Many people had commented on it. Watching the sunset that evening filled the people with reverence.

As the services concluded, Queen Axiana’s and Princess Anjia’s sarcophaguses were sealed within the structure, and the Royal Family returned to the Palace. Once outside, Traeus held his son’s hand as they both gazed towards the setting sun.

Tramen somberly bid a final farewell as the sun dipped below the horizon. “Good bye, Mommy. I love you.”

Traeus looked at his son, pained by his statement. He knew he had not yet accepted his twin sister’s death. He wondered when he would. The young boy kept denying she was truly gone. Traeus decided not say anything to him at this time. He would be patient and hope that in time his son would come to accept and make some kind of peace with what had happened.

Notes III

* SPOILER ALERTS! * The following sections are only meant to be read after you have read Secret of the Sands

This scene, which takes place approximately nine months after Queen Axiana’s funeral, was deleted, again due to pacing issues. It occurred after the Draxen spy, Jace, broke in, looking for information on the Pharom. Jace killed a young engineer, Rhodan, who happened to be working late at the time. It was a case of wrong place, wrong time. I thought this was an interesting scene though. A private moment amidst the turmoil, and a strange occurrence . . . ~Rai Aren

DELETED CHAPTER 5

COPING, CIRCA 10,000 B.C.

King Traeus was nearly overwhelmed by all the news he had just received. A break-in had occurred and a bright young man, a promising engineer, Rhodan, had been brutally murdered. Somehow, whoever was responsible knew where and what to look for, and apparently extinguishing an innocent life meant nothing to them. He shuddered to think of the kind of people who would be capable of such an evil act, done likely for nothing more than greed and ambition. Traeus felt a terrible guilt bearing down on him. It had been his decision to keep the Pharom a secret from everyone. He knew that it had also been the will of Assan, Commander Koronius, and Victarius to keep it quiet, but ultimately the responsibility for the decision lay squarely on his shoulders. Traeus felt incredible remorse that Rhodan had to pay such a heavy price for secrets kept that were not his own.

The information the thief, or thieves, had come across could be very dangerous – for all of them. Traeus’ relationship with Alaj, from whom he had also kept this secret, was strained to the point of breaking.

The King also thought about his young son. Even though much time had now passed, Tramen was still deeply troubled by the accident that claimed his mother and sister and was now imagining that he could talk to his sister, likely his mind’s way of coping with an unbearable loss, Traeus believed. The bond between twins was like no other and he could only imagine how Anjia’s loss affected Tramen.

The King felt the walls closing in around him. He did not know whom could he trust anymore. To whom could he turn, to talk about these feelings? He felt so alone and confused. He missed his wife terribly. He did not know how to deal with all of this on his own.

Traeus decided to go for a walk and clear his head. His thoughts were on Axiana so he decided to visit her burial chamber in the mausoleum. It had been almost nine months since the accident that claimed his wife and daughter, but he was still in great pain over it. He believed he always would be. He needed some time to think. He felt he had no one else he could talk to about all that was weighing so heavily on him.

Traeus felt ashamed that he had not come to the burial chamber since the funeral. He had thought about bringing Tramen there, but since his son was having so much difficulty accepting his sister’s death, Traeus had not wanted to make the situation any worse for him. Plus, knowing his daughter’s body was not there only made things more painful for Traeus. He had wanted many times to come to the private temple located on the Palace grounds, but he had been unable to work up the courage to do so. In a way, he realized, he had avoided it. Going there brought the finality of it all back to him, and it was simply too upsetting for him.

However, his need to find some clarity of thought outweighed the sadness of visiting his wife’s final resting place. He nodded to the priest by the Palace temple he passed. The priest looked a little surprised to see the King, but merely bowed his head in respect and let him be. Traeus took a deep breath as he reached the entrance and opened the heavy door.

The memories from the day of the funeral came flooding back to him as though it had only just happened. He felt his heart breaking again. It was so utterly wrong that he had to visit his wife and daughter this way. ‘Why did they have to be taken from me?’ he thought bitterly.

The shrine that had been created for his wife and daughter in the center of the mausoleum still had candles and incense burning around it. Traeus was glad to know that the priests continued attending to the burial chamber with so much care. He traced his finger around the large golden ankh – the symbol of everlasting life. In that moment, he felt that somehow that his wife and daughter still lived on, that their spirits were with him and all around him.

Traeus sat down on a low bench, which had been placed before the shrine. His face was sullen, hollow-looking. Having felt so alone, he reached out the only way he could think of. “Axiana, my love, I have missed you so,” he whispered. “So much has happened since you left us. I am unsure of what to do right now. I fear . . . that I have somehow contributed to the dark times that are now upon us.”

He had so much bottled up inside that he was afraid to face, but he needed to let it out. “Axiana, things are falling apart. Enemies are lurking in the shadows and they have already killed for their aims. I dread what the future may hold for our people. I do not know what to do anymore, or who to trust. One wrong move right now could be disastrous.”

He sighed deeply. He was the King and yet he had never felt more uncertain of his role, or more fearful, than he did right now. He could never admit this to his people, not to Assan, not to Commander Koronius, not to anyone.

“I am also worried about our son. Tramen still refuses to accept Anjia’s death. He claims he hears her talking to him in his dreams. In a strange way, it is so much like Anjia’s experiences with the Amsara monument. I cannot seem to get through to him. I feel that I am failing him as his father.” Traeus put his head in his hands. “I do not even know what I am saying. He is just a little boy, this is ridiculous.”

The smoke from the incense seemed to thicken. Traeus felt himself grow drowsy. He thought of his wife and daughter the last time he had seen them, ‘If only I could hang on to that moment.’ Traeus was lost in his thoughts, when he thought he heard a whisper. He looked up. His vision was fuzzy, and he felt light-headed. He thought he saw a small shape with long, flowing hair.

‘Daddy,’ the figure whispered.

Startled, Traeus jumped up, rubbing his eyes, which were stinging from the smoke, and quickly looked around the room, “Who said that?” he called out. The form he thought he had seen was just smoke emanations now, formless and fluid. He looked around again, but he was alone. “I am letting my imagination run away with me,” he chided himself.

He started to leave, but looked back to say goodbye to his wife and daughter, “I will visit again soon, I promise. I love you both.” Trying to put what he thought he saw and heard out of his mind, he left.

Notes IV

* SPOILER ALERTS! * The following sections are only meant to be read after you have read Secret of the Sands

This scene, which takes place after Queen Axiana’s death, was deleted, again due to pacing issues, and at the time was deemed unnecessary to the central plot. However, I included it here as I thought it was a nice little touch of detail in the relationship between Zhek and Zazmaria, the complications of their son Setar, and the secrets that Zazmaria keeps . . . ~Rai Aren

DELETED CHAPTER 6

A GIFT, CIRCA 10,000 B.C.

Zazmaria was in the Palace, in a room alone with her son, Setar. As she watched him play, her mind drifted. She thought of Zhek. The man she still loved. Setar’s father. Estranged from them both.

She knew how proud a man Zhek was, and how much a child would mean to him. It broke her heart. But she must be strong, for her son’s future. If the truth were known, Setar would have no future. As it stood, Setar was in line for the throne, a Prince and possible future King. She would not jeopardize that. Not for anything.

Zazmaria was torn. On one hand she blamed Alaj. Had he fathered a child with her himself, this would not have happened. Her life would have taken a different path. She would have been wrapped up in the life of her child, not wandering the river alone, and then ending up in the waiting arms and inviting bed of Zhek. On the other hand, she had missed Zhek, his warm embrace and his attentions. In contrast, her marriage to Alaj felt so empty, so lacking in true passion and deep connection.

She was still angry with her husband over what he had found out about the mysterious chamber, and though she asked him about it constantly, Alaj had still not worked up the nerve to talk to Traeus about it. This infuriated Zazmaria. His brother had been lying and keeping secrets from him and yet Alaj was worried about confronting him on it. She found her husband’s cowardice revolting and embarrassing.

She longed to feel passion again – with Zhek, but the way he had left her, so long ago now, she was sure he despised her, that all the love, or what she thought had been love between them, had died that day. What started out as lust, as manipulation for power and control, had turned in to something else. Zhek had been the only person in her life who came close to really knowing her, and yet he had still embraced her. He understood her and accepted her for who she was, and that was very potent. She had not seen him since the day of the parade, if that had even been him at all. She slowly withdrew into herself. She was becoming embittered, angry with herself for complicating her life, yet knowing that if it had not been for her transgressions, her son, Setar would not be here today.

Another fear plagued her. She noticed a birthmark on Setar’s chest, just above his heart. She remembered all the times she had spent tracing a similar birthmark on Zhek’s chest. Seeing it on her son, both filled her heart with love and tore it apart at the same time. It reminded her of Zhek every time she looked at it. And she feared that Alaj would suspect something. But that was foolish, she thought to herself. Alaj would have no way of knowing that it matched Zhek’s birthmark. It was just a small marking. Innocent.

Zazmaria heard a knock at the door.

“My Lady, it is Medetha, may I come in?”

“Of course, please enter,” Zazmaria said as she got up off the floor where she had been sitting watching Setar play.

The handmaiden opened the door and came in, holding a package. “My Lady, I am sorry to disturb you, but I have a gift which has been delivered, addressed to you.”

“Who is it from?” Zazmaria asked as she took the beautifully wrapped package Medetha handed her.

“There was no name. A messenger brought it to the Palace from the city. He said only that it was an important gift from a citizen who wished to recognize the happy occasion of the new Prince’s birth.” She looked at the box. “The wrapping is quite lovely.”

“Indeed, it is. Thank-you Medetha,” Zazmaria said as she gazed at the carefully wrapped box.

Medetha bowed, then left the room.

Zazmaria sat back down beside Setar, who happily played on. She held the box, turning it around in her hands. Accenting the shiny burgundy wrapping were gold and bronze ribbons interwoven with a delicate golden chain. She opened it, and found within another wrapping of the finest silk of the same color as the outer wrapping. Slowly, she pulled the gossamer fabric aside. She caught her breath. She could not believe her eyes. Lying within the folds of the deep burgundy silk was a star pendant, made of pure gold. She took it in her hand. The craftsmanship was exquisite. It was solid and inlaid in the center of it was a perfect ruby. Zazmaria realized it must have cost a great deal to make. Tears welled up in her eyes as she recognized the significance of the gift, and the gift-giver. She realized too, that the color of the wrapping was the exact same color as the dress she had worn the night she and Zhek first made love.

The gold, ruby-inlaid star was clearly meant to signify the birthmark shared by father and son – the small star-shaped birthmark was over Setar’s heart. It was exactly the same as Zhek’s, but a tiny version of it. Zhek had told her once that all the male children in the Draxen family had borne this mark for generations. But Zhek could not be certain that her child was his son, she told herself. He had never met him. Zazmaria’s heartbeat quickened. She looked at her son. Her beautiful, perfect boy. Try as she might to convince herself she was safe, she knew deep down that Zhek did not doubt for a moment that he was Setar’s father. She understood the connection between them. Zhek would have sensed it. He would have known.

She gently removed the gold necklace from the ribbons, and placed the amulet on it. She held it up to the light. The ruby glistened in its golden surroundings as though signifying blood, which pumped through the heart. Such a gift, she thought to herself, such meaning. As her heart began to swell, a wave of fear washed over her. ‘Alaj must not see this,’ she thought to herself suddenly. She panicked and placed the pendant back in its box, re-wrapped it and hid it deep within a drawer.

Notes V

* SPOILER ALERTS! * The following sections are only meant to be read after you have read Secret of the Sands

The wedding scene, which was referenced to have taken place in Ch.80 in Secret of the Sands (near the end of the book), was deleted as the chapter was already loaded down with information and events, and to keep the story more focused. It took place three years after the accident with the Pharom, which caused the catastrophic destruction. They were rebuilding their lives, and finding love again. I included it here as I thought it was a nice bit of detail related to the new King and Queen . . . ~Rai Aren

DELETED CHAPTER 7

THE WEDDING OF TRAEUS & MINDARA, CIRCA 10,000 B.C.

Traeus thought back to the night when he first professed his love for Mindara. They had put Tramen and Setar to bed and gone for a walk near the river, just the two of them. They were standing together at the river’s edge, watching the setting sun and the stars begin their nightly pageantry. He and Mindara had been talking about all that they had been through in the past few years. In that moment, Traeus had felt such a surge of love and warmth in his heart for this woman standing next to him that it had nearly overwhelmed him. He was certain in his feelings for her and knew he could not hold it in any longer.

He had turned to her and gazed into her lovely light green eyes. She was suddenly nervous, sensing that he was searching for something, but unsure of what it was. She, too, had secretly harbored a deep love and affection for him, but out of respect for Axiana, had never chosen to act on or voice those feelings. She had long since resigned herself to the loneliness and solitude of loving someone from afar.

Traeus had taken her hand and held it gently but firmly. His other hand went to her shoulder, softly, tentatively at first, then his grip tightened and he pulled her close to him and embraced her. It had been so many years since he had touched a woman this way, with tenderness and desire. He felt the void of loneliness that he had been wrapped within for so long. Alive, but not really living. Together, but still alone. A tear fell down his cheek. When Mindara looked up at him, she saw the path the tear had taken and gently wiped it away. He clasped her hand and leaned forward to kiss her. Then he told her how he felt, and she revealed she had the same feelings for him.

Afterwards, they spent hours talking, about everything, every thought, every feeling they had kept inside their hearts this long, long time. It was cathartic to pour it all out so freely, without fear, without doubt, with the security of knowing they were loved in return. Both of them were deeply grateful for this chance at love and companionship they had been blessed with. After losing so much, they both truly understood the value of what they had found in one another, and how rare it was. They embraced and held each other for a long time, the warm breezes blowing over them, surrounding and encompassing them, as though the river too gave its blessing to this precious union. Traeus and Mindara both now felt secure in the knowledge that they would forever journey through life together, as a family.

The day of the wedding had been highly anticipated by the Kierani people. It generated much excitement. It gave them something to rejoice in, a happy occasion, completely separate from the destruction and its terrible aftermath of loved ones lost, near-famine conditions, illnesses and lingering injuries. The land had also taken time to once again become harvest-ready, forcing people to scrape together food and resources as best they could. But now they had a joyous event to focus on and this gave them a renewed sense of community and purpose. They remembered that life was not just about hardship and struggle and loss, but also about joy, and love, and new beginnings as well.

The wedding was open to everyone. It was to be held outdoors at the site of the Amsara monument. The head of the monument had not yet been restored. They could not justify the resources for such an undertaking when so much else was needed. However, the monument still held meaning for the Kierani people. It had not been completely destroyed and therefore now also symbolized endurance in the face of great odds. And so the rubble had been cleared away, a stage set, linens draped, flower petals were strewn about and incense burned. Musicians played lovely, happy songs on their stringed instruments, while dancers gracefully moved about the crowd. Odai and Senarra had also brought the lion Amsara along to celebrate the joyous occasion.

The ceremony, to be held at sunset, was now about to begin. In the distance, Mindara was being carried on the shoulders of ten of the highest-ranking soldiers, in a gilded carriage lined with deep-red velvet. The King stood waiting for her at the end of a long walkway, with Tramen and Setar, also dressed in their finest garments, standing proudly at his side. As Mindara disembarked, Traeus stepped forward to take her hand. She smiled warmly at him, and then at the boys who would now also be her sons, and who looked so darling in their formal Royal attire. They beamed back at her.

Mindara was a vision of beauty. Her dress was exquisite. The full-length, fitted gown had been handmade from the finest golden silk with intricate beading the color of peridot, to match her eyes, in the bodice and down the train. Her hair was worn long, pulled back on the sides with light green silk ribbons woven throughout. She wore delicate gold drop earrings and a gold circlet around her head, a gift from Traeus. She had never looked more radiant. She had transformed.

Head Priest Assan performed the ceremony, which was purposely more casual than a traditional Royal wedding. In light of the circumstances, Traeus had thought a simple ceremony more appropriate and Mindara had wholeheartedly agreed. The couple recited personal words they had written for one another. Assan performed sacred rituals to bless the couple.

Finally, the rings were presented. Mindara had designed a beautiful band for Traeus, with ankhs engraved in an interlocking design and a flawless ruby offset in the band, while the ring Traeus had given her had been augmented by four perfect rubies – one for Traeus, Mindara, Tramen and Setar, and engraved inside, circling the band, were the words: ‘Our love forever, Traeus, Tramen and Setar.’ He had included his sons and they had been thrilled to be included in their parents’ special event.

At the end of the ceremony, Assan deemed Traeus and Mindara united in marriage, and then asked them to turn and face the crowd, “Today I present to you the King and Queen of the Kierani. May their lives together be both peaceful and blessed, and strengthen them. This is a new day, one of hope and renewal for us all. May the Royal Family always possess the wisdom and compassion they need as they lead the Kierani forward into a united future.”

The crowd cheered with joyful exuberance as King Traeus, resplendent in his Royal wedding attire, kissed his Royal bride, Queen Mindara. Each put an arm around the boys, and together the family waved to the crowd, beaming with contentment.

The King stood to address the crowd, taking his new wife’s hand. “My people, thank-you for sharing this special day with us. As your King and Queen, we promise that we will continue to rebuild and strengthen our great society, though it will be very different from the one we knew before. In time, we will set out and explore this world, touching every corner of it. Everything we do will be with love and compassion for all living creatures, for this world we all share. Let this day mark the beginning of our new journey together!”

The crowd was jubilant. Ecstatic well-wishes were heard throughout. Flower petals were tossed at the happy couple as they walked down the walkway, holding their sons’ hands. The dancers resumed and the musicians began to play music in celebration of the momentous day. An outdoor reception was held. Much food and wine had been stored for the occasion and everyone had an opportunity to feast, as they had all sacrificed for this special day. The festivities went on well into the night, lasting until the twinkling dawn.

May you have life, health, and prosperity like Ra, forever . . .

–Egyptian prayer

About The Authors

RAI AREN and TAVIUS E. have been friends since college. Their common interests in ancient Egypt and archaeology, as well as fantasy and adventure stories, have led them to pursue their passion in storytelling.

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