Once upon a time, Pharaoh sat upon his high throne, overlooking his realm, a dark realm indeed, bounded on four sides. His anger burned against his Hebrew subjects, neither young and old, nor rich and poor were spared. In his wrath, he forced every Hebrew to line up under him. There would be no escape, for Pharaoh's watchful eyes never slept, not even at night. And any Hebrew found disobeying Pharaoh's decrees would do so only at their peril, their own lives and perhaps even the lives of their loved ones may be forfeit.
Pharaoh became envious of Moses, and after a long period, he eventually let the Hebrews go. What happened then is a story that would take a long time to tell, so I'll save it for another day. Anyhow, the Hebrews found that miraculously the swift, flowing river blocking their way had been parted on both sides, allowing them safe passage through Pharaoh's realm. The Hebrews headed away from Pharaoh in three directions.
But afterwards, Pharaoh realized his cowardice. His cowardice soon turned back into anger as he tried to call the Hebrews back. But it was too late, they had already left for good.
Now, speak Pharaoh's name so that you too may meet him when his mood is not foul.
(Your task is to uncover the identity of the Pharaoh. No, it is not Ramses or Imhotep or an actual historical Pharaoh. If your answer is correct the story should make sense from another angle. The identity of the Hebrews will also become clear.)
Moses is irrelevant to the story.