Hmmm... Not quite sure what to make of this myself. Ah, well. Insomnia is a strange thing.
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These were Pharaoh Atem's last moments.
Blood.
Gold.
Torchlight.
These were the three last things he saw.
Distant shouts.
Booms.
The soft screech of a dagger being drawn.
These were the last three things he heard.
'Well, King, that was quite a struggle you made. Futile, but nevertheless admirable.'
'There's no use trying to fight anymore. You know it. It's time to give up.'
'No one will even remember you. Why waste so much on a people who will never know to thank you? Why die for them?'
These were the last three things spoken to him.
Drew his dagger anyway. If he would go down, he would go down well.
Calmed his throbbing heartbeat.
Took a final glance at the Millennium Puzzle, hidden and shimmering and waiting to receive his soul.
These were the last three things he did.
'You're too late, Zorc.'
'You've failed. You've lost.'
'My name is Atem, son of Aknamkanon. Egypt, I die for you. Don't forget me.'
These were the last three things he said.
A sudden spike of fear.
Tears on his face.
Agony.
These were the last three things he felt.
And then
Nothing.
This was the moment when Pharaoh Atem's story ended.
This was when Yam's began.
It wasn't the last time he would die. But it was the most violent.
And it wasn't the last time he would sacrifice himself, but it was the most painful.
It wasn't the last time he would defeat an enemy of Egypt.
For history tends to repeat itself…