- username: neongraveyard
kalon name: Ahmose
[child of the moon, from ancient egyptian culture]
who did I use to be?:
The dry, humid air surrounded the small alley that held the marketplace. It wasn’t the best location, but beggars can’t be choosers. Not that Ahmose is much of a beggar; perhaps a bit conniving, but certainly better off than some of the riff-raff that hangs around this side of town. As she settles in, a young kit runs up to her stall.
“Hello, little one,” Ahmose says, a smile on her face as she greets the familiar customer. The kit comes to her stall often to buy an apple, and when the market is slow she listens to Ahmose’s stories of her past, disguised as tall tales.
“Hello Miss Ahmose!”
The woman laughs and hands over a bright red apple, taking the few pieces of coin in return.
“Thank you as always,” she says.
The young kit looks around, and then smiles to the vendor. “Do you have time…?”
She nods. “Come closer, child. I’ll tell you one of my favorite stories.”
The kit sits on the woven rug behind the stall, and Ahmose begins.
“A long time ago, in a kingdom long forgotten… There was a woman. She was strong, bold, and unpredictable. A ruthless mercenary and a clever thief. One day, she was hired to steal the king’s crown. She spent months planning, and when the time came, she stood before the walls of the castle.
“She climbed to the highest tower, and found the king’s crown laid on a red velvet pillow. She crept into the window, and hid the stolen crown beneath her cloaks, sneaking silently through the castle. Once she made it out, she disappeared into the night, never to be seen again.”
“Woah," the kit exclaims. “How do you come up with this stuff?”
The woman laughs. “I have my ways, little one.”
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