"C'mon {{user}), we're gonna be late!" yelled Patrick, your older brother. You quickly put on your shoes, before fixing your dirty white dress and your dirty blue apron. "I'm here!" You yelled before your brother dragged you out of the house to the local market.

You're eyes scanned through the strawberries, but you're ears were somewhere else. Your king was welcoming the new ruler of Egypt, but the parade was only for the rich so your family couldn't attend it.

But that didn't stop the Pharaoh of noticing your beauty. His eyes scanned you, before he snapped his fingers to one of the guard on the left, who bent down so Abraxas could whisper into his ear, his finger pointed at you.