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tamingthemuseTitle: The Waiting Game
Fandom: Original
Prompt: monarch
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: The enemy has arrived, and this is the final hour of their great empire. These are what preparations must be made.
Suppiluliuma II watched the empty doorway with dread.
He had already ordered the city emptied, and the people had fled through the secret tunnels threaded throughout the city. He closed his eyes and thanked the gods that his people were alive. It was all he could really ask for, in this terrible time.
In the two months since Telepinu had arrived with the blessing of Hannahannah, the city had begun to suffer from the Sea People’s presence. People had begun to doubt the god king’s control over the laws of nature, and even his own cousin had betrayed him.
Pamba had warned him of this, time and time again, and now it had come to pass. Kuzi-Teshub had left the palace in a rage only a week ago, swearing that the crown that lay on Suppiluliuma’s head would not be there long.
Suppiluliuma had to protect the gods. He had to protect his people. It was his job as a Great God King. He had make sure that they both lived on.
Now, his people had left the city behind and they were safe from the destruction of the invading Sea People. One less thing to weigh on his shoulders.
He turned to look at the young man laying on the floor of the temple, sleeping peacefully, unaware of the danger so close to him. The priests around the room were huddled over him, murmuring prayers over the sleeping form, spells that were meant to protect him through it all. All the death and destruction that was on its way to their hearts.
The Great King could feel the rush of magic in his limbs as the god inside him woke at the call to battle. Suppiluliuma fought against the urge to lift his sword and charge wantonly into the fray, and instead walked toward the gathering of priests.
“We must hurry.”
“Great King,” Pamba called, as he entered the room, a smear of blood dripping on his cheek. He quickly stepped up to his old friend and bobbed a bow. “The last of the civilians have escaped and the tunnels have been blocked, save one. We must retreat now if we are to live.”
Pamba glowed with the magic of his god. His eyes were alight with the magic, changed from their normal hue to yellow. His feet almost didn’t touch the ground as he strode with purpose, and his sword hand was visibly shaking with the urge to obey the command of the god inside him.
Suppiluliuma glanced around the room. “Yes, all of you, leave now.”
As one, the priests stood and began filing out of the room. Pamba ordered the guards to guide them on their way. Two guards remained behind and Pamba narrowed his eyes at the Great King.
“King? You will join us.”
He shook his head. “I can not. I must fight.”
Pamba dared to grasp his king by the arm. “King, you must live.”
Suppiluliuma narrowed glowing eyes at his most trusted companion. “I must fight for my city. As monarch, I have no choice.”
Pamba sighed, heavily, then nodded. “I will fight with you.”
The two living gods clasped hands firmly and turned toward the leaving priests and guards. “Wait, take the Telepinu with you.”
Two guards lifted the youth into their arms and disappeared down the hall.
Suppiluliuma felt fear clutch at his chest when the young man was taken away. What if it wasn’t enough? What if he was captured by the Sea People? Was all this for nothing?
Then there wasn’t time for thinking and worrying, as the warning call came and the palace was set ablaze.
All that his people had worked so hard for for so long was now to be destroyed by his order. He will see that all that would give his conquerors glory in sacking this city was destroyed before they could loot it.
Within moments, he could feel the heat of the fire, even in this remote part of the palace. He walked to a tall window and peered out at the flames taking over the temples of the north and south. The library had been caved in and the important documents lost to the earth. Everything was ready for their invasion.
He turned to Pamba and the waiting guard.
“Lead the way.”
Fandom: Original
Prompt: monarch
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: The enemy has arrived, and this is the final hour of their great empire. These are what preparations must be made.
Suppiluliuma II watched the empty doorway with dread.
He had already ordered the city emptied, and the people had fled through the secret tunnels threaded throughout the city. He closed his eyes and thanked the gods that his people were alive. It was all he could really ask for, in this terrible time.
In the two months since Telepinu had arrived with the blessing of Hannahannah, the city had begun to suffer from the Sea People’s presence. People had begun to doubt the god king’s control over the laws of nature, and even his own cousin had betrayed him.
Pamba had warned him of this, time and time again, and now it had come to pass. Kuzi-Teshub had left the palace in a rage only a week ago, swearing that the crown that lay on Suppiluliuma’s head would not be there long.
Suppiluliuma had to protect the gods. He had to protect his people. It was his job as a Great God King. He had make sure that they both lived on.
Now, his people had left the city behind and they were safe from the destruction of the invading Sea People. One less thing to weigh on his shoulders.
He turned to look at the young man laying on the floor of the temple, sleeping peacefully, unaware of the danger so close to him. The priests around the room were huddled over him, murmuring prayers over the sleeping form, spells that were meant to protect him through it all. All the death and destruction that was on its way to their hearts.
The Great King could feel the rush of magic in his limbs as the god inside him woke at the call to battle. Suppiluliuma fought against the urge to lift his sword and charge wantonly into the fray, and instead walked toward the gathering of priests.
“We must hurry.”
“Great King,” Pamba called, as he entered the room, a smear of blood dripping on his cheek. He quickly stepped up to his old friend and bobbed a bow. “The last of the civilians have escaped and the tunnels have been blocked, save one. We must retreat now if we are to live.”
Pamba glowed with the magic of his god. His eyes were alight with the magic, changed from their normal hue to yellow. His feet almost didn’t touch the ground as he strode with purpose, and his sword hand was visibly shaking with the urge to obey the command of the god inside him.
Suppiluliuma glanced around the room. “Yes, all of you, leave now.”
As one, the priests stood and began filing out of the room. Pamba ordered the guards to guide them on their way. Two guards remained behind and Pamba narrowed his eyes at the Great King.
“King? You will join us.”
He shook his head. “I can not. I must fight.”
Pamba dared to grasp his king by the arm. “King, you must live.”
Suppiluliuma narrowed glowing eyes at his most trusted companion. “I must fight for my city. As monarch, I have no choice.”
Pamba sighed, heavily, then nodded. “I will fight with you.”
The two living gods clasped hands firmly and turned toward the leaving priests and guards. “Wait, take the Telepinu with you.”
Two guards lifted the youth into their arms and disappeared down the hall.
Suppiluliuma felt fear clutch at his chest when the young man was taken away. What if it wasn’t enough? What if he was captured by the Sea People? Was all this for nothing?
Then there wasn’t time for thinking and worrying, as the warning call came and the palace was set ablaze.
All that his people had worked so hard for for so long was now to be destroyed by his order. He will see that all that would give his conquerors glory in sacking this city was destroyed before they could loot it.
Within moments, he could feel the heat of the fire, even in this remote part of the palace. He walked to a tall window and peered out at the flames taking over the temples of the north and south. The library had been caved in and the important documents lost to the earth. Everything was ready for their invasion.
He turned to Pamba and the waiting guard.
“Lead the way.”
