For this time of the year, this part of the world, this time of the day; her view was simply staggering.
Rare birds flew, and flew from treetop to treetop. They were elegant in so many ways. Their feathers shone the harsh sun’s light in every direction. The colours on them were astounding. Not even so many colours could have been found if you were inside a square rainbow. They flew, not knowing how beautiful they really were. Were they ever aware of what they were actually doing? Or did they just do the same without any change in their life? So many questions ran through Disir’s head, potentially never being answered. Yet again, and now Disir noticed; more life than she had ever noticed was here. Had she been ignorant previously? Or had something happened? What could have happened to make there be more things here now? Or, what could have happened that made her more aware of her surroundings? She wasn’t sure. She was never sure. And still the breeze drove on, with the force of not even the drop of a feather.
As she settled on the bouncy green grass, she remembered why she was here, on the plains of the forever fast flowing River Nile. She must consciously debate how she would slip to her mother that she didn’t want to be schooled any more. It wasn’t that she felt too good for it; she just felt no need for it. The Egympire didn’t want intelligent and smart girls. They wanted men.
A simple matter in itself to tell her mother her true thoughts, but she would be hugely disappointed, and Disir herself knew that she could not ever bring herself to disobey her mother’s wishes. But her mother must be told, or she would continue, wringing inside from the whole confusion of the matter. How she wished she could just dive into the Nile, and never return.
She put her head down, and her upper body continued. She cautiously closed her eyes, hoping nobody was watching her. She thought and thought, as she had done for the several past days, but to no substantial conclusion of how she would do it.
“Disir! Disir! Hurry, dinner is ready!” called out a shrieking voice from afar. It was her brother, Anput. He was immature, badly behaved; just a bad brother. Her mother obviously thought he was an angel, and that Disir was simply forging tales when she claimed he had done something.
He was small for a 9 year old as well. His brown hair matched the colour of the tree bark perfectly; they could have dated each other and you would have gotten mixed up. But the one thing that got him out of trouble, and into so many good things, was his eyes. They were so alien. They seemed to be from a completely different world, of different descent, of different being. But he was her brother. She knew that. The two spherical demons tore into anybody as soon as they lay gaze onto them, and you felt a force of unthinkable quantities of sand piling onto you as soon as they bore onto yours. Whenever she looked even into them, she trembled and couldn’t hold the look for long. It was cruel to give such a burden to such a young boy, hardly knowing what powers he has.
They actually seemed completely inhumane; something certainly wasn’t right here. What could ever forge such monstrosities? They were terrifying. Surely her father wasn’t from another world? Impossible. Such theories were only devised by insane theologians in those years. Was it impossible? She didn’t know. Nobody had ever stared him in the eye, returning the look, ever. The oceans of blue were unimaginably vast. It was as if his eyes actually contained a world of their own, but of course nobody dared to get that close to them. He often used them to his advantage, but this was possibly his biggest weakness. Imagine never being able to look somebody lovingly in the eyes, and get the same back. That is what made Disir feel sorry for him. So, so sorry.