Something was choking me. I coughed hard, sitting up slowly. Opening my eyes I saw smoke. It burned my eyes stinging them and making them red. It filled my lungs making breathing hard. There was fire everywhere I could see. I tried to scream for my brother, Amu. I couldn't. There was to much smoke and it filled my lungs the second I tried to scream.

Slowly I got off my bed looking for a way out. There was fire everywhere. Things where falling apart. I clutched onto my ankh necklace that my mother had given me. It felt hot almost burning against the base of my throat. The gold heating up slowly.

I looked around the room then seeing the small window I ran to it. With some difficulty I climbed out of the burning home. I feel from the window onto the sand on the other side.

Startled screams were heard. I looked around dazed people were running, screaming, begging for help. There was men on horseback carrying swords killing those that ran. I watched in fear seeing people I knew being killed.

I got up slowly being sure to avoid detection. I needed to get out of the village but where was my family ? I wanted my mother. Where was she ?

I looked around feeling my throat clentch up I ran. I ran past the men swords narrowly missing my head. Eventually I got out the village and even then I kept running until my legs felt like lead and breathing was becoming impossible.

I fell onto my knees coughing hard. The smoke had burnt them and running had not helped. I was shaking as I began to sobbed. Each cry pushed out from me. Leaving me breathless and tired.

I could still hear the screaming. Slowly I turned to look back. I saw the village I once knew burn down in flames. The cries of my people echoing across the sands of kemet. The night illuminated by those flames of destruction and my only lullaby, the sounds of hopelessness and agony.

I cried myself to sleep as I watched my village leave nothing but embers behind.

I awoke the next day sand covered me and my skin stinging slightly. Ra was high in the sky showing he has made it through the duuat safely. I looked around the haze of my sleepiness fading when I saw the black stones not so far from me.

Heavily I stood on my feet moving slowly, walking to my village that once stood proud. I made my way to the east entrance of the village. What was once a stone pillar now layed fallen and charred. Many of the homes stood in similar conditions, black charred stone. The smell of burnt flesh and blood hung in the air, the scent of death.

My tears no longer fell I felt empty and hollow. Disconnected to everything. That was ... Until I saw my old home.

The whole thing had fallen into ruble. I looked around and saw where the rooms once stood. I saw two charred bodies and this sick feeling began in me. I looked to where Amu's room once stood. He wasn't in there. Maybe he has gotton away. I looked through the ruble some of it still warm.

Soon I found black stone diffrent from the rest. It was cool and engraved upon it was a winged scarab holding up the sun. I took the smooth cold stone and unsheathed the dagger it held. The black cool stone in my hand and the silver blade glinting in the sunlight. I knew it belonged to my brother.

I held it carefully and slowly tears made their way down my face. What would I do ?

I had no one now and I didn't know where to go. I had no other family. Though the palace was only a days walk away if I went their I would receive no help. I doubted they even noticed my village burning. Besides who would listen to the cries of an 8 year old child.

No one.

I cried harder each sob wrenching itself from my chest. I felt scared and alone. The feeling of hopelessness overcame me. I couldn't do anything and might have just starved in the desert.

I felt something shaking me calling out to me. It shook me harder and harder yelling at me.

I opened my brown eyes gasping as they met crimson orbs looking down at me. I jolted into a sitting up position looking around dazed.

Was it just a dream ? No. That was no dream. It was a memory. Something that had been permenantly etched into my brain. I could still feel it all, smell the death, and see the flames. It was all to real.

I felt myself begin to cry yet again. Quickly though I was stopped as I felt a soft hand touch my shoulder. Jumping back slightly I wiped my eyes. After taking a shaky breath I looked up to see the face of the person who saved me from reliving all of that nightmare.

He was young. Skin bronzed like mine. The same boy that saw ne yesterday in binding and pointed at me. His face was so innocent looking yet held a certain sharpness to them. His hair spiked colored black, red and blonde. He smiled slightly looking at me with his crimson colored eyes. " Are you okay ?" He asked me pouting slightly.

"Why are you in here ?" I asked unconsciously avoiding his question. I looked at him puzzled. He stood in very formal wear for a kid. " I heard screaming. Then you were crying in your sleep..." he asked trailing off at the end his childish pout into an outright frown.

" I'm fine. I-it was just a nightmare." I said shakily. The small boy nodded taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He began humming a little song filling the silence. It was a quiet tune but eventually he stopped and looked at me. " Hmm arnt you the girl who the guards were walking to my father the other day."

" It's none of your business..." I said scowling. Why should he get to know ? " Ohh ok it's just you don't seem like the criminal type ..." he said softly. Now he looked away out of the balcony not meeting my eye.

" Thanks. I am though but I'm not that bad" he nodded softly looking back at me a slight smile on his face now.

" What's your name ?" he asked tilting his head slightly to the side. He still smiling happily and waited for my answer. " My name is Kenta Akenh" I said managing a small smile even though I still felt shaky "What about you ?"

" Ohh me... I'm the prince !

Atem !"

AN- Sorry for the shortness of this chapter I really am but it's all I could think to put here for now. Anyways what did ya think ?