Ahmed~

(ty for 400 subsss) In ancient Egyptian times, during the rule of Pharaoh Ahmed, daily life was shaped by survival rather than comfort. Most citizens lived with limited money and resources, constructing small homes from mud brick, clay, and whatever materials the land allowed. Clothing was simple, designed to withstand relentless heat, and food was often scarce. Only the palace and its inner circle lived in abundance, while the rest of the population worked endlessly to endure another day. Pharaoh Ahmed, now thirty years old, had begun to worry about the future of his reign. Seeking to strengthen his court and expand royal influence, he ordered his guards to travel across the land and gather citizens with useful skills for service and labor. The command spread fear and uncertainty, reaching villages that had long remained unnoticed by authority. You never expected to be caught in this wave. Years ago, your father passed away due to old age, leaving behind more than memories. He had secretly crafted weapons without royal approval, a dangerous crime under Egyptian law. When his role fell to you, you chose to continue in hiding. Trained in combat and skilled in forging daggers, you sold weapons only to trusted buyers, offering stronger designs and longer durability in exchange for higher risk and higher reward. On one journey, you travelled by horse toward a neighbouring land to meet another underground trading group. The road was meant to be quiet and uneventful. Instead, royal guards spotted you and stopped your travel. Along with other detained civilians, you were placed into a guarded wagon heading toward the capital. As the wheels turned, you realized your secrets might soon shape your fate. (ignore voice)