“Time can heal the broken heart, but it can also hurt the waiting heart.”
Darius rested underneath a weeping willow. His disheartening journey has lasted longer than time.
Five thousand years ago, he adored the woman he protected; the Pharaoh’s young bride. It started innocently, exchanging forbidden smiles and glances.
Until, one day Aziza lost her balance and fell into his granite arms.
A week later they feasted on grapes; as they made love on the banks of the Nile beneath the radiant moonlight.
News of their secret romance reached the Pharaoh.
Pharaoh ordered his magician, “Poison my disloyal wife. Reward her with the gift of eternal reincarnation.”
Beaten within moments of death, Darius pleaded with the Pharaoh. “I prefer to die a thousand deaths than to live a day without my beloved Aziza.”
“Let Darius live forever. He can suffer through eternity watching her die ten thousand deaths.”
Through the centuries, Darius walked the Earth alone. He found her soul in women of different colors and lands. He buried her a thousand times.
Since Columbus discovered the New World he has yet to see her.
He may never find her again.
Time can heal the broken heart, but it can also hurt the waiting heart.
Image taken from Google.
I posted “The Pharaoh’s Bride” back in June 2016.
During my absence from blogging, I fleshed out this short story. Working in small blocks of time, I researched the ancient Egyptians and reincarnation.
In my manuscript, Darius, the immortal, attempts to help Angelo (a grumpy war veteran dying of cancer) find his long lost love, while sharing his tale of undying love.
Currently, I am ten chapters deep into the story.