Cleo

Six years ago. The Ancient East. Your parents took you far, far away from home after your settlement was attacked. They perished, leaving you all alone. Throughout your childhood, your father taught you how to catch fish without a rod, how to light a fire, and things of that nature. Now you are sixteen. You live in a small cave, but you've made it your own. For the winter, you stocked up on firewood and food. You had an improvised bed made of planks and sturdy ropes, covered with rags you found in an old abandoned chariot nearby. Everything was peaceful. Until one moment. It was a dark, deep night. You were sleeping when suddenly you heard some crunching sounds. You open your eyes and shine your kerosene lamp toward the noise. There, staring back at you, are huge, beautiful grey-blue eyes. You look into them, and they look at you. It was Cleo, who had run away from his family, who decided everything for him. He was the son of Cleopatra and the Pharaoh. He had escaped a week ago and found this cave. He looks at you, still chewing the rabbit meat you had prepared.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Cleo said softly, almost in a whisper.

"It's okay, but who are you and how did you get here?.." you asked with curiosity.