Prologue

"I'd rather loose everything than loose you." Marik had always believed she was sincere. Always; until that day.

"Atem, you shall become a great King as your father used to be" explained Shimon, to the young heir, admiring the beauty of the awakening Egypt under a burning crimson sky. "But is it not big sister duty?"Atem replied, stunned at this unexpected statement."Myself and the rest of the royal counsil had a discussion over your father decision regarding his heir, and it drew us to the conclusion that you would be more suitable to take on the role of future Pharaoh." Atemu was totally confused; he was not sure to completely understand what was going on. "Why did big sister commit something wrong?" Shimon slightly laughed at the child's comment and his naive behavior, which was yet cute for a boy his own age. " It's not something that a child can really understand."

"Because you would be easier to corrupt, than I was, idiot !"thought Amisi, who was listening to their conversation from the beginning. She was hidding behind the large door which was leading to the main balcony of the palace.

How dare they? she thought clenching furiously her fingers into a fist. Intolerable. Who the hell they think they are to take such decisions? And do they seriously think I'm going to approve , so easily? Tsk. Yet, now, despite her disappointment, she knew one thing for sure: they will bitterly regret it. She could not tolerate such an offense, it was unthinkable.

She was determined to prove those idiots, she wasn't the poor weak girl they think she was. She was born to be a leader, the royal blood was flowing in her veins, she was meant to become a great highly respected Queen.

She furiously headed back to her bedroom. In a fit of rage, punching the walls of her bedroom furiously, Amisi felt so angry she could have murdered even a poor innocent.

"Amisi, what the hell is happening here?" a familiar voice interrupted, while breaking everything in her bedroom into pieces. She immediately calmed herself, her pride was almost the only thing she had left, now. " Marik." she paused on a cold neutral tone. " I know everything." She stated assuming he would be aware of the situation for a long time, since his family was very close to counsel since they were in charge of Pharaoh's army.

Marik remained silent for few minutes, staring at her friend with sorrows and guilt. Although, he hadn't been directly aware of this decision, but he knew it would have to happen. He knew how much the counsil despises Amisi but above all, her strong political divergences with them.

Amisi felt straight down on her knees, the pain was even physically too loud to carry. As he saw Amisi falling down, Marik approached her friend to comfort her within his arms. After all those years being by Amisi's side, he could understand and felt her disappointment. although her emerging lust for power has always worried him somehow.

He felt useless; there was nothing he could do for his friend, this time. "Amisi, being a Queen is full of inconveniences and responsibilities, it's not that great at all" he commented attempting to release her frustration, even if it was meant to failed, when Amisi had set her mind on something, nothing could stop her. And this time, it was not about her usal whim, if she were to conspire against lower Egypt, even if she was the Pharaoh's daughter, the sentence would remain the same: death.

"Such words aren't necessaries." she coldly commented, releasing her self delicately from his em-brass, rising up from the floor. "Actually… There is still an option left" she continued with the same cold neutral tone, yet madness could be seen on her eyes. As his piercing violet eyes crossed Amisi's terrific glance, he felt glacier shiver ran all through his body. He had never seen Amisi with such eyes before, their signification was clear to him, he knew what it meant.

He could perfectly remind of that day, as it was yesterday: when her sparkling crimson eyes became a bottomless pit, when she lost her humanity. Back then, he hadn't mistaken the signification of her glance, its signification appeared indeed obvious as the fresh blood covering his hands.