The Cure

“Father, I cannot bear it anymore!” wailed Lysandra II, who had a face as pale as a dried rose. The Pharaoh’s cruel face turned into the face of a helpless father. “Don’t worry my child, I’m calling doctor Imhotep!” cried Aegyptus.

Aegyptus was a successful king who had ruled the Black Land for fourteen years. But his subjects had to suffer his cruel, ruthless and merciless behaviour. Lysandra used to cry for them, as she was his opposite. She had a heart of gold.

After some time, the door opened and in came a tall man who was wearing a long white skirt made of linen and had a strong black body which gleamed with confidence. Imhotep was the best and most intelligent doctor at that time.

“Let me see. Open your mouth, your majesty,” Imhotep requested. He poured in a green and peculiar medicine which stank of rotten egg and had a pungent taste. As soon as he gave her the medicine, she vomited it out.

“I’m afraid that her majesty won’t survive anymore,” uttered Imhotep miserably.

“What do you mean?” gasped the queen and Aegyptus.

“Some evil spirits, which may never leave, have entered her body. The only way to save her is to go to the Oracle,” he explained.

So, the next day, they went to the Oracle. She lived in an ancient stone temple. There were statues of the Sphinx outside. Inside, it was dark as midnight. Soon, their eyes adjusted to the darkness. There, inside the temple, sat a murmuring old lady with her eyes shut.

“What’s the matter your majesty?” She queried.

“My daughter is ill and the doctor says there is no cure!” explained Aegyptus.

The Oracle closed her eyes, and when she opened them, they seemed to be looking somewhere far beyond. Then the bittersweet voice of the oracle echoed, “The cure is to cure you. In the dungeon a foreign rose is trapped. It can cure you and her majesty.”

The king was now hopeless. ”First the doctor said there is no cure and now the Oracle is a fool!” He thought. “I’m not ill! Only Lysandra is!” he shouted with fury.

The Oracle just smiled and looked at Aegyptus with dark penetrating eyes which delved deep into his heart. The helpless face of Isis, the Greek princess, flashed before his eyes. “Please let me go back to my country” She had pleaded. The ruthless had Pharaoh locked Isis in the dungeon. “Show mercy O king, because if you do, God will show mercy to you!” alerted and sobbed Isis. Aegyptus had ignored her words and just cackled.

Aegyptus rushed back down home on his palanquin. He entered the belly of the palace, the dungeon, and unlocked the door behind which Isis was held.

“I’m really sorry for what I’ve done. You’re free!” cried Aegyptus. He sat down on the floor and started to cry.

“What’s the matter, your majesty?” asked Isis.

“I know it’s for my sins my daughter is ill, and you are the only one who can cure her.” Pleaded Aegyptus. Isis agreed. She ordered some herbs and sat down to mix them using the knowledge she had acquired from the Greek King.

Lysandra soon got cured and so did Aegyptus. He was now a kind hearted king. Lysandra II, the Egyptian princess, became friends with Isis, the Greek princess. Isis went back to Greece and spread news that Aegyptus is a really nice king. Later, the Black Land was named after Aegyptus, Egypt.

Author Details:Sampurna 4C is fond of reading and creative writing. she enjoys drawing too.