Author's note: Yes, the final installment of my trilogy is finally up. Honestly, the trilogy needs a name, but I still cannot think of one. Anyway, this takes place eight years after the birth of the twins. That would make the twins eight and the rest of the group in their mid-twenties. Please review, but don't leave flames and such saying I should die or something. That would be bad and kind of rude.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, nor will I ever. I do not own Teniona or Zireria. I do own Amon and any other minor OCs, but that is all.

Holy water,

Cannot help you now,

A thousand armies,

Couldn't keep me out

(Egypt's palace)

"Princess Rhea! Princess Rhea! You stop running right now!"

A small girl raced down the hallway, her sandals clacking on the ground with a high pitched sound as the voice of her nurse was heard. She grinned, her white hair coming out of her braid, falling into loose strands that flew behind her. Her eyes, a starting bright blue, held a gleam in them. It was mischievous, as if she were plotting something.

"Princess Rhea, a princess does not run down a hallway! Stop!"

Rhea didn't stop running, even when she crashed into a tall man with an annoyed expression. The man glared down at her, taking her tightly by the arm. Rhea frowned, glaring up at the man. "Let me go, Seto!" she cried out. "Let go!"

Seto sighed, pulling her by the arm the minute her nurse ran over, her old face lined with sweat. "Priest Seto!" she bowed respectfully. "Thank you for catching the Princess."

Seto glared down at the small girl, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "It's not a problem. There are too many princesses running around this palace anyway."

"Hey!"

Rhea glared up at him, attempting to kick him in the shin, but he avoided it. "Nurse Merit, I'll take her to her mother. You go do whatever work you need to do."

Merit smiled. "Thank you Priest Seto, you are too kind," she glared at Rhea. "Be grateful your mother is against violence towards children. If you were my child, I would have you over my knee every day."

Rhea gulped as the older woman walked away, calling for some of the other maids that worked around the palace. Seto sighed through his nose, looking down at her in irritation. "Must you keep causing your nurse troubles?" he hissed. "You're becoming a nuisance."

All Rhea did was stick her tongue out at him. "I don't have to listen to you! You aren't my mother!"

"Well it's a good thing we're going to go to her."

She protested along the way, pulling against his arm, but his grip was strong. After a few more minutes, she gave up, letting the priest drag her to wherever her mother was. The walk wasn't very long, for soon Seto opened a wide double door that entered into the throne room. Atem sat on his throne, listening as Princess Tenionia recited a letter that she had learned not too long ago, the others sitting in their own chairs and listening on respectfully.

The sound all stopped when Seto entered the room, Rhea right behind him. She spotted her mother on Atem's left, her bright blue eyes narrowing slightly when she saw her daughter. Seto let go of her arm, though she paid mind to follow him as he stepped forward.

Atem looked down at his friend with a raised eyebrow. "Is there a problem, Seto?"

Seto pulled her by the arm again. "There is no problem, Pharaoh," he turned to her mother. "Princess Merope, would you kindly take your daughter and teach her a little thing called respect?"

Her mother, Teana, or as Seto called Merope, frowned. She stood up, her Greek styled dress trailing behind her. She stopped in front of her, arms crossed over her chest as she stared into her eyes. "Rhea," she started in a firm tone. "What did you do to upset Seto?"

Rhea gave a glare towards the priest, her arms crossed behind her back. "All I did was escape from Merit, the old bat," she winced slightly at her mother's glare. "I just wanted to move around a little. I hate being kept down in my room while you go do meetings."

Teana sighed. "Rhea, I've told you more than a hundred times that you are not to roam the hallways while I'm in a meeting. You are to stay in your room, where you will be out of everyone's way, and stay there until I say you can leave. You should be thankful that Zeus knows that you are only a child, and therefore just misbehaving."

Rhea frowned, glaring at the ground. "I'm sorry."

"I would hope you are," Teana put a hand on her shoulder. "I want you to go back to your room and stay there for the rest of the day. And don't you even think of arguing with me."

Rhea sighed, nodding her head and walked slowly out the door and into the hallway. She sighed, a pout on her face as she walked the rest of the way to her room. She opened the door, stomping over to her bed and sat down with a flop.

"I told you it wouldn't work. You knew that you would get caught."

She felt a shadow lean over her and raised her eyes to see her twin brother lean over her shoulder, his grayish purple eyes looking into hers with amusement. She snorted, jabbing him slightly in the ribs which caused him to fall over.

She giggled, moving over on the bed as he sat up with a miffed expression. He glared at her mockingly before shoving her. "Very funny Rhea," he grumbled. "That hurt."

She giggled again. "Sorry, Lysander," she pulled at his dark brown hair. "You're not going to be mad at me all night, are you?"

"Maybe."

She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, mom has forbade me from leaving the room all night."

"You did go against what she told you to do."

"I know, I know."

Lysander sighed, swinging his legs over the bed. "I guess I'm not allowed to leave either, right?" he gave a small smile. "If one of us is punished, then we're both punished, huh?"

"I don't know, I doubt you'll be punished. You're the one that told me not to run off in the first place."

She nodded, hopping off the bed and over to the window that over looked the sea nearby. She blinked slowly before a smile formed on her face. "Mother didn't tell us that Uncle Atlas was coming."

"What?"

She pointed on the glass window, the smile growing even wider. "Look!" she moved her finger as her brother came closer. "See the flag of Greece on that ship? And that ship belongs to Uncle Atlas!"

"He is coming!"

The smile fell from her face. "And we're locked in here for the rest of the night."

Lysander's smile fell from his face, and a look of irritation crossed over. "You just had to get in trouble, didn't you?"

"Shut up!"

(Outside of Egypt)

"Bakura, Meirei wants to know if we should bring more troops in. Should we?"

Bakura glanced at Marik, who looked at him with calm eyes. He shook his head, avoiding the sand that blew in his hair. "Yes, tell him we need more troops."

Marik stared at him cautiously. "Are you excited to see Teana? You haven't seen her in like what, nine years?"

Bakura just shrugged. "I suppose I'd like to see her. I haven't looked at a woman the same way since I saw her, but," he glanced at his friend. "I don't really know if I love her. It's been a long time, mind you."

"Ah, but I'm sure when you see her, you'll be swept off your feet."

"Hm, maybe."

Marik smirked. "What do you mean, maybe?" he chuckled. "What if she got married or something?"

He avoided a kick from Bakura and simply snickered. Bakura growled deeply, his arms crossed over his tan chest. "Just shut up, Marik," he turned back to the palace. "You know what the plan is, right? We're attack the palace for weapons only. No hostages what so ever. It's time to begin a rebellion in Teorna. We have enough people now."

Marik grinned. "It's about time, Bakura," he moved his hood to cover his eyes. "It's about time."

(In Teorna)

"Amon, are your troops ready?"

Zireria sat atop her throne with a regal look on her face. Her fingers rapped on the arm rest of the black throne, each tap following shortly after the others. Amon stepped forward from the shadows, his eyes looking at his queen eagerly.

"The troops are ready, milady," he bowed slightly at her. "We're ready to go on your command."

"Good," she leaned backwards. "I assume that the Pharaoh has no idea that we will be attacking him? You do have spies in the palace, don't you?"

Amon nodded. "The Pharaoh has no idea of the attack, and I assure you, my spies are top notch. They have passed now for eight years as regular Egyptian servants."

"Good."

"Is there anything else you will require?"

"Yes, why don't you bring me back a hostage?"

Amon stared at her, his eyes wide. "A hostage, milady?"

Zireria smiled threateningly. "Yes, a hostage," she stood from her throne, her black dress trailing behind her as she walked towards her favorite general. "I need a pawn, you see. Someone that will prevent the Pharaoh from attacking. If it was someone close to him, I could use him or her against him."

"Do you want anyone in particular?"

Zireria let out a laugh. "Oh, why don't you bring me back the twins? They would make a handsome prize, would they not?"

"Yes, My Queen."

(In the palace, Egypt, that evening)

"Honestly Teana, you need to do something about that child. She's turning into a brat."

Teana bit her lip, her fingers plucking aimlessly at the lyre's strings. The Grecian instrument felt heavy in her hands, the gold feeling cold and uncomfortable. Tenionia sat next to her, reading a scroll on something that had to do with magic. Her violet eyes met hers briefly, looking almost amused.

Teana just sighed. "I know, Nia," she set the instrument down, rubbing her eyes. "I just don't know what to do with her. She does not act like a girl. She acts just like…"

"Her father?"

"Yes. And maybe a bit of Atlas when he was younger," she let a smile show. "I love her, and I know she's just a child, but I don't know how to teach her. I am well aware that Seto would like to whip her, but I will not allow that."

Tenionia nodded, setting the scroll down and tuning towards her friend. "Just be patient. I know nothing about raising children, but I'm sure she'll start maturing eventually. She just needs to learn that just because she's a princess doesn't mean she needs to be selfish."

"I do know that when I punish one twin, the other is punished as well," Teana just laughed. "I don't know if that lesson is working, though."

"Just give it time. All children grow up."

Review please! Song was Seven devils by Florence and the machine! Luff luff and knufles

"That they do."