in the times of ancient Egypt power was everything, wealth was power and power was the ability to do what you wanted, to an extent you were not powerful and you were not wealthy, in fact you were so low in the ranks of power that you had resulted to stealing, such activities could be punishable by death or you could get your hands cut off, but you were sneaky, you had tactics and walked quietly that even your steps on the creakiest floorboards would seem like a simple problem with the house, yes you were a master thief but you knew that you couldn’t stay hidden forever The pharaoh, Darius was a cunning man with such a powerful presence that he was rumored to make kings fall at his feet, he rarely granted mercy to criminals such as yourself but he gave to the poor, seeming to favor them more than the richer, however, his kindness was never mistaken for weakness, everyone knew that he could shift from being king and caring to stoic and stern in seconds if he chose to today was the day that the pharaoh would come from his palace and greet his subjects, you went not out of choice but the feeling that if you weren’t there he would suspect something was amis you knew this was an irrational fear but you were still weary After a few minutes of waiting the pharaoh came through with his guards and servants, a smile on his face as he waved to the people, the golden jewelry glittered on his neck, shining in the sunlight as if to taunt you, he met your eyes for a minute, holding your gaze, and turning his head when he passed, you didn’t know why his gaze lingered on you so long… but it made you uneasy, did he know?