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Pharaoh Akhnamkanon’s death had unsettled the whole palace. However the most shaken was Atem. Since they had taken his father’s dead body, he went to his bedroom and let no one disturb him.

Meanwhile, you were walking as fast as you could to his room. You wanted to see him right now, but Isis was trying to stop you and she was persistent not to go.

“(Y/n)! Please! Don’t do it! Our new Pharaoh want some personal space!” she pleaded.

“No miss Isis! I want to tell him something! It’s an emergency!” you made a pause. “It might smooth down his anxious soul.”

With those words, Isis stopped following you and watched you, continuing your way to the prince-soon new Pharaoh- room.

At that moment, Atem was glaring his millennium puzzle, sitting on the edge of his bed, wondering the great loss of his beloved father and the near future of his as a Pharaoh.

‘What if I’m not ready for all these?’ he asked himself.

Suddenly, voices were heard outside his door and made him snap out of his thoughts. He stood up and headed to the door- where your entreaties entering the room were refuting with guards’ orders, creating bustle. He opened it and asked.

“What in the name of Ra is going on?”

His voice so deep and so stable it could confuse someone that nothing happened. All of you stopped your confutation and bowed to his majesty.

“Your highness, we are sorry for worrying you.” the first guard apologized.

“But that servant is being persistent to see you.” the second one explained.

Atem eyed you. You lifted your glance and stared at him right into his deep violet pupils.

“Atem! Please, let me in! It is very important!” you pleaded.

His grave look softened.

“Let her enter.” he ordered.

The guards were surprised with his order, but they obeyed him.

You entered the room. When Atem closed the door behind him, he glanced at you in question. However, grief and worry was still carved on his face.

“Is there any problem?” Atem questioned with heavy heart.

You didn’t answer; instead you threw your arms around his waist, embracing him. Atem was surprised by your action and he did nothing, but starring the wall. Suddenly, a stuffy –almost like a murmur- moan of cry, escaped from your lips making him turn at you. Then, he hugged you back. A look of weakness and sympathy started erasing his grief one. With his left hand caressed your (h/c) hair.

“Atem…” you mumbled.

“Calm down (Y/n)… I am here…” he reassured you, “Hard days may be coming… but we will make it…”

“I-I r-remembered…”

Atem released you from the hug and held you by your shoulders while he was eyeing you directly in your, filled with tears, eyes.

“What? You recalled your past? What have you remembered?” he asked you in surprise.

“M-my parents…m-my family…” you answered, while you were gasping.

An excited face was ready to occupy him; however it faded away within seconds, when you uttered the horrible news about them.

“…They a-are dead….” and you threw yourself into his embrace, bursting into tears.

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Atem achieved to calm you down, but the horrible scene you remembered was still haunting your mind. You were sitting on the edge of the bed.

Atem stretched his arm and touched your right shoulder.

“Whenever you’re ready.” he said.

It seemed your unbelievable news made him forget for a while his sorrow.

You took a deep breath and started narrating.

“I was in my room, thinking your father’s loss. Suddenly, I felt my heart pulsating rapidly. Then, I found myself into flames. I was inside a palace at the verge of destruction. Then, I saw a man -around the age of fifty- kneeling down. He was… was…” you’d made a pause and took a deep breath, “...Being pierced through by the sword of an armored man… the swordsman turned and glared me. He pulled out his sword from the dead man’s chest and let him fall with his face on the floor. He headed to me- while I was stepping back- and asked me if I liked to be the next one, after my father’s death.”

You stopped for a minute and let some tears well from your (e/c) eyes. Atem was speechless. He couldn’t believe what had you been through. He didn’t want to see that sorrowful face on you ever again. However, your past seemed very traumatic to soothe your grief.

“Please (Y/n), tell me this is the only thing you can recall.” he pleaded fearing the worst.

“Unfortunately, it is not; I’ve recalled my mother’s death too.” you answered with heavy heart. “When I was escaping from the swordsman, I came across a woman- who we were looking alike a lot. I supposed it was my mother and my guesses were right, after she called me ‘my daughter’.”, you made another pause to relax your dry throat. “She told me that we have to find two women, named Theonoe and Kleoniki. Even though, I didn’t know them-maybe I wasn’t able to recall them just yet- I agreed and ran together to the nearest exit. Before we arrive at the stairs, which was driving down in a flaming city, I heard a cracking sound above me. I was facing the floor, without noticing what had just happened. The next thing I saw was my mother being crushed by a pillar. I attempted to lift the pillar- even I knew it was hopeless- then, my mother told me to run for my life and not to get caught. She repeated, with her soul in her mouth, to find Kleoniki and Theonoe… before… b-before she passed out…” you couldn’t take this anymore you burst into tears again.

Atem was, still, speechless with everything you’d just recounted him. You had faced even worse things than slavery. He took you into another sympathetic embrace. You had calmed down a bit, but still you were crying.

While he was hugging you, he was wondering everything you’d just said. He was focusing on the place where your parents had been killed: that flaming palace. The names your mother had mentioned: Theonoe and Kleoniki. But also, if those incidents were being connected somehow: the slaver who sold you to him.

‘It seems I must take action… and quickly!’ he thought.

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Therapontas was scanning the view of the palace from the cliff, where he had encamped. A cool breeze sent chills through his spin when at the same time his cape was streaming in the wind. Then, a rasping sound was heard behind him. He turned and a familiar red glow made its appearance. When it faded away, Theonoe was standing in front of him with her strict expression formed on her face. The green-eyed young warrior shot her his blank stare- as an indication of his anger- and said nothing.

Theonoe broke the silence between them.

“You know that your actions will have their following consequences for you…”

“I know.” he answered interrupting her.

“For everybody in the palace… for me…” she continued, not minding the interruption.

Therapontas walked to his horse. She was watching him mounting on it and then, headed next to his stallion. He gave her another of his blank stares, on the other hand, that one was had dregs of sadness. Theonoe lifted her eyes and glanced at him. She gave him a painful stare in return, before finishing her sentence.

“…For (Y/n).”

Therapontas formed a pained expression, when he heard your name.

“I am ready to face the consequences, Theonoe.” he said, hit the reins and rode away with the full moon on his horizon.

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Mahad entered priest Seto’s chamber, troubled by the sudden invitation of the cold man. He saw him behind his desk, reading a papyrus. He seemed he had been focused on the text, when he set his cold gaze on his colleague priest.

“You asked to see me, priest Seto?” Mahad asked.

The blue-dressed priest stood up.

“I called you here to learn, how many guards are securing the palace.” he replied with his classic cold tone.

“Why are you asking that?”

Priest Seto sighed while he was recalling the furious glance of the intruder. He decided to let it go and inform Mahad.

“I don’t have any reason to hide it; nevertheless it’s for the palace and the Pharaoh’s safety.”

“What’s wrong?” Mahad asked.

“There was an intruder, while you absent.”

“What?”

“Exactly.” priest Seto stressed out. “While you were searching for the prince-now Pharaoh- and his sweetheart, an intruder entered the palace and he was asking for the heir.” he explained.

Mahad couldn’t believe what he just heard. He was charged.

“How did he enter? How did he look like? Did he hurt someone? How many guardians did he take down?” he started interrogating priest Seto.

“I don’t know how did he get in but I know that none of the guards noticed him.” the blue-eyed priest answered.

“What?” Mahad exclaimed.

“Every guard inside and out the palace hadn’t even seen an intruder the whole night. It was like he never entered the palace. I was the only one who faced him.”

Mahad was stunned by what he told him.

“We need to inform the others!”

“No!” priest Seto jumped with his suggestion. “ I don’t want those news to be learned… at least not now.”

Mahad wondered. He cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

“Why?” he questioned tersely.

“Because I’ve got a feeling that the young Pharaoh will seek for answers, which will be to my advantage, very soon.” the blue-eyed priest smirked.

Description
Pharaoh Akhnamkanon’s death had unsettled the whole palace. However the most shaken was Atem. Since they had taken his father’s dead body, he went to his bedroom and let no one disturb him.

Meanwhile, you were walking as fast as you could to his room. You wanted to see him right now, but Isis was trying to stop you and she was persistent not to go.

“(Y/n)! Please! Don’t do it! Our new Pharaoh want some personal space!” she pleaded.

“No miss Isis! I want to tell him something! It’s an emergency!” you made a pause. “It might smooth down his anxious soul.”

With those words, Isis stopped following you and watched you, continuing your way to the prince-soon new Pharaoh- room.

At that moment, Atem was glaring his millennium puzzle, sitting on the edge of his bed, wondering the great loss of his beloved father and the near future of his as a Pharaoh.

‘What if I’m not ready for all these?’ he asked himself.

Suddenly, voices were heard outside his door and made him snap out of his thoughts. He stood up and headed to the door- where your entreaties entering the room were refuting with guards’ orders, creating bustle. He opened it and asked.

“What in the name of Ra is going on?”

His voice so deep and so stable it could confuse someone that nothing happened. All of you stopped your confutation and bowed to his majesty.

“Your highness, we are sorry for worrying you.” the first guard apologized.

“But that servant is being persistent to see you.” the second one explained.

Atem eyed you. You lifted your glance and stared at him right into his deep violet pupils.

“Atem! Please, let me in! It is very important!” you pleaded.

His grave look softened.

“Let her enter.” he ordered.

The guards were surprised with his order, but they obeyed him.

You entered the room. When Atem closed the door behind him, he glanced at you in question. However, grief and worry was still carved on his face.

“Is there any problem?” Atem questioned with heavy heart.

You didn’t answer; instead you threw your arms around his waist, embracing him. Atem was surprised by your action and he did nothing, but starring the wall. Suddenly, a stuffy –almost like a murmur- moan of cry, escaped from your lips making him turn at you. Then, he hugged you back. A look of weakness and sympathy started erasing his grief one. With his left hand caressed your (h/c) hair.

“Atem…” you mumbled.

“Calm down (Y/n)… I am here…” he reassured you, “Hard days may be coming… but we will make it…”

“I-I r-remembered…”

Atem released you from the hug and held you by your shoulders while he was eyeing you directly in your, filled with tears, eyes.

“What? You recalled your past? What have you remembered?” he asked you in surprise.

“M-my parents…m-my family…” you answered, while you were gasping.

An excited face was ready to occupy him; however it faded away within seconds, when you uttered the horrible news about them.

“…They a-are dead….” and you threw yourself into his embrace, bursting into tears.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Atem achieved to calm you down, but the horrible scene you remembered was still haunting your mind. You were sitting on the edge of the bed.

Atem stretched his arm and touched your right shoulder.

“Whenever you’re ready.” he said.

It seemed your unbelievable news made him forget for a while his sorrow.

You took a deep breath and started narrating.

“I was in my room, thinking your father’s loss. Suddenly, I felt my heart pulsating rapidly. Then, I found myself into flames. I was inside a palace at the verge of destruction. Then, I saw a man -around the age of fifty- kneeling down. He was… was…” you’d made a pause and took a deep breath, “...Being pierced through by the sword of an armored man… the swordsman turned and glared me. He pulled out his sword from the dead man’s chest and let him fall with his face on the floor. He headed to me- while I was stepping back- and asked me if I liked to be the next one, after my father’s death.”

You stopped for a minute and let some tears well from your (e/c) eyes. Atem was speechless. He couldn’t believe what had you been through. He didn’t want to see that sorrowful face on you ever again. However, your past seemed very traumatic to soothe your grief.

“Please (Y/n), tell me this is the only thing you can recall.” he pleaded fearing the worst.

“Unfortunately, it is not; I’ve recalled my mother’s death too.” you answered with heavy heart. “When I was escaping from the swordsman, I came across a woman- who we were looking alike a lot. I supposed it was my mother and my guesses were right, after she called me ‘my daughter’.”, you made another pause to relax your dry throat. “She told me that we have to find two women, named Theonoe and Kleoniki. Even though, I didn’t know them-maybe I wasn’t able to recall them just yet- I agreed and ran together to the nearest exit. Before we arrive at the stairs, which was driving down in a flaming city, I heard a cracking sound above me. I was facing the floor, without noticing what had just happened. The next thing I saw was my mother being crushed by a pillar. I attempted to lift the pillar- even I knew it was hopeless- then, my mother told me to run for my life and not to get caught. She repeated, with her soul in her mouth, to find Kleoniki and Theonoe… before… b-before she passed out…” you couldn’t take this anymore you burst into tears again.

Atem was, still, speechless with everything you’d just recounted him. You had faced even worse things than slavery. He took you into another sympathetic embrace. You had calmed down a bit, but still you were crying.

While he was hugging you, he was wondering everything you’d just said. He was focusing on the place where your parents had been killed: that flaming palace. The names your mother had mentioned: Theonoe and Kleoniki. But also, if those incidents were being connected somehow: the slaver who sold you to him.

‘It seems I must take action… and quickly!’ he thought.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Therapontas was scanning the view of the palace from the cliff, where he had encamped. A cool breeze sent chills through his spin when at the same time his cape was streaming in the wind. Then, a rasping sound was heard behind him. He turned and a familiar red glow made its appearance. When it faded away, Theonoe was standing in front of him with her strict expression formed on her face. The green-eyed young warrior shot her his blank stare- as an indication of his anger- and said nothing.

Theonoe broke the silence between them.

“You know that your actions will have their following consequences for you…”

“I know.” he answered interrupting her.

“For everybody in the palace… for me…” she continued, not minding the interruption.

Therapontas walked to his horse. She was watching him mounting on it and then, headed next to his stallion. He gave her another of his blank stares, on the other hand, that one was had dregs of sadness. Theonoe lifted her eyes and glanced at him. She gave him a painful stare in return, before finishing her sentence.

“…For (Y/n).”

Therapontas formed a pained expression, when he heard your name.

“I am ready to face the consequences, Theonoe.” he said, hit the reins and rode away with the full moon on his horizon.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mahad entered priest Seto’s chamber, troubled by the sudden invitation of the cold man. He saw him behind his desk, reading a papyrus. He seemed he had been focused on the text, when he set his cold gaze on his colleague priest.

“You asked to see me, priest Seto?” Mahad asked.

The blue-dressed priest stood up.

“I called you here to learn, how many guards are securing the palace.” he replied with his classic cold tone.

“Why are you asking that?”

Priest Seto sighed while he was recalling the furious glance of the intruder. He decided to let it go and inform Mahad.

“I don’t have any reason to hide it; nevertheless it’s for the palace and the Pharaoh’s safety.”

“What’s wrong?” Mahad asked.

“There was an intruder, while you absent.”

“What?”

“Exactly.” priest Seto stressed out. “While you were searching for the prince-now Pharaoh- and his sweetheart, an intruder entered the palace and he was asking for the heir.” he explained.

Mahad couldn’t believe what he just heard. He was charged.

“How did he enter? How did he look like? Did he hurt someone? How many guardians did he take down?” he started interrogating priest Seto.

“I don’t know how did he get in but I know that none of the guards noticed him.” the blue-eyed priest answered.

“What?” Mahad exclaimed.

“Every guard inside and out the palace hadn’t even seen an intruder the whole night. It was like he never entered the palace. I was the only one who faced him.”

Mahad was stunned by what he told him.

“We need to inform the others!”

“No!” priest Seto jumped with his suggestion. “ I don’t want those news to be learned… at least not now.”

Mahad wondered. He cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

“Why?” he questioned tersely.

“Because I’ve got a feeling that the young Pharaoh will seek for answers, which will be to my advantage, very soon.” the blue-eyed priest smirked.