Atem dropped onto his throne with a heavy sigh. He scanned his surroundings, everything was exactly as he remembered it, from the marble floors to the white alabaster pilars. He had his friends back and was even reunited with his father, but still Atem knew something wasn't right.

Mana often expressed concern for her friend, only to have the Pharaoh to tell her he simply needed time to settle into his role after being away for so many years. Mahad faired no better.

"Atem." The male voice called gently, catching the young king off guard. He turned to the presence which was now seated beside him.

"Yes, father?"

"I think the time has come for you and I to talk about this mood you have been in. It is not at all like you, my son. What troubles you?" Aknankamon asked.

"I'm afraid I can't say."

"Do you mean to say you don't want to tell me or-"

"I am not sure what the problem is myself. I wanted to come home, to be with everyone I love and I thought given time that everything would be as it was. Now, despite looking the same, something is..wrong. I'm happy to be with all of you, I've missed you dearly-"

"But after your adventures with your new friends, you've built a bond with them as well. You speak so highly of them that It's easy to see where this feeling comes from. Your heart is not fully in your work. I know it was difficult to say goodbye. Perhaps the time has come to fill this space in your heart and find a way to occupy your time. It's not good to dwell on things or people that are no longer able to be part of our lives. You will never forget them, my boy, but you must go on. Is that not what you would wish for them?"

"Yes, I suppose you're right. Being king requires my full attention. I will not let you down, father." Atem vowed.

"You never have." The older man said, rising from his chair. "Come, your mother is waiting for us. It has been far too long since the three of us were together as a family." Atem nodded, following his father from the room and out of the sight of his friends who had been watching quietly, hoping whatever the older man had planned would bring back the friend they met so many centuries before.