Me: Hey there, loyal readers! Sorry to once again drop another story on your heads but this just had to come out! Just so you all know this is gonna be a Prideshipping story. I hope you all like it and won't kill me if I mes up Kiba's personality, I'm trying. Anyway please R&R! Thanks !
World but he was still getting used to them following him around again. After he had returned they had thrown a massive party in his honor. During that time he had been made to slip back into his role as the Pharaoh of Egypt and not being a normal person again. The transition had been a little rough and some of his normal quirks had bled over into his ruling style. At first the Guardians had been confused but accepted it none the less. Things had been going smoothly until one day a traveling merchant brought word of an ancient temple that had risen from the sands. Atem had decided immedietly to plan an expedition to the temple.
A light hand on his shoulder snapped the Pharaoh out of his musings. Turning he saw all of the Guardians standing around him. Giving them a smile and a nod he started walking toward the temple door. The large stone slab had been mostly worn away by the sands suguesting that it was one of the first ever buildings in Egypt. Several of the workers that he was sent in ahead of them had worked to clear a safe path into the temple for them. They now bowed at the sides of the enterance, waiting for Atem and the Guardians to pass. The group of seven did so quickly and easily slipped into the dark room. Using magic Seth and Mahado caused the wall sconces to burst into flame.
"Are you sure you wish to proced further, my King? I sence a dark presence deep with in the temple." Isis murmured, her eyes looking cautiously around the room.
"I am certain, Isis. The dark presence you feel might only be a leftover effect from the building of the temple." Atem said, patting the woman lightly on the shoulder in reassurance.
The woman nodded slowly, still not convinced. Still she knew better than to go against the Pharaoh's word. As Atem turned back around a stray gust of wind blew in from the outside, ruffling clothing and hair. When the gust passed everyone looked down the long hall. The shadows seemed to move on their own accord as the wind faded. Shaking his head slightly Atem stepped deeper into the temple. His shoes barely made a sound as he moved across the floor.
For this expedition all of them had foregone their usual attire in favor of something that would allow for easy movement without getting caught in layers of fabric. Atem was actually wearing some of his clothing from the World of the Living. Needless to say the Guardians were a little concerned about the choice but he seemed totally fine with it. Pulling of the sand colored cloak that the Guardians had practically forced him to wear the Pharaoh stepped deeper into the temple. The Guardians followed his example and shed their cloaks. All of them were feeling just a tad bit self conscious; the king had put all of them in something from the World of the Living. Sure, they trusted his judgement but it was still unusual to them. Even so the they followed him without complaint.
As the group climbed over some of the fallen pillars Karim slipped slightly and his hands snapped out to save himself. When he did the wielder of the Millennium Scales hit a hidden switch in the wall. The others gathered around him but before anyone could say anything a deep groaning filled the air. Seth's head snapped up to look at the ceiling while the others either looked at the ground or the walls. At first nothing happened and the seven started to relax when suddenly a deep cracking sound split the air. Looking down no one had the time to summon a monster as the floor gave way beneath them, dropping them into darkness.