Thank you to all my reviewers! Yes, at this moment, as I'm writing this, I only had 4 reviews, and I wanted five, but really, I'm just happy that I got any reviews at all! So keep it up! This one is proofread better, but I'm a sucky proofreader...
Warnings: Beware of sappy fluff…I'm telling you, the fluff is drenched with the sap…
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Weeks went by since the day that Atemu got the Millennium Puzzle, and he was no closer to completing it. Every day, like his Father ordered, he attempted to put it together, and everyday, he couldn't get one piece to fit. He thought his father would yell at him, but he didn't, which both surprised and gladdened him.
A few days ago, Atemu's father came down with some sort of unknown virus, and Atemu wasn't allowed near him. He felt bad, but there was nothing Atemu could do, so he took advantage of the loss of his father's security and went to town: out the front door.
Atemu took a walk to the Nile, deciding he would sit by the bank for a while. To his surprise, he immediately saw Teana and Jono dipping their feet in the water.
"Teana! Jono!" He yelled, gracefully walking across the sand and waving to his friends.
"Hey, Atemu." Teana greeted when he reached them. "We didn't expect to see you until later."
"What? Did you sneak out and skip your lessons?" Jono pulled a mock-shocked face, "Why, Prince Atemu skipping his lessons? The apocalypse!"
"No, my father's…ill, so everyone's worried about him and the security died down. I got a break."
"Well, that's good…well, not about your father, I mean…but that you got out…" Teana weakly offered. It was obvious that she didn't approve of the way Akunumkanon treated his son. It was also obvious that neither of Atemu's friends envied him, which was how he liked it.
"Atemu, you look hot…" Jono commented, his eyes flashing. (A/N: No, he's not gay!)
"Well, it's awful inside my house. There are so many candles lit all of the time, and-" He stopped as he saw Jono walk behind him, "You wouldn't! Jono!"
"Oh yeah I would!" Jono laughed as he picked up Atemu from the waist and ran over to the water, Atemu kicking and screaming all the way, "Atemu, if you ate more, then I wouldn't be able to do this!" He lifted Atemu high over his head and chucked him into the river.
Atemu yelled as he hit the water and slid under the slow-moving current, while Teana and Jono laughed. They stopped when he didn't surface.
"Atemu?" Teana yelled, "Atemu, that's not funny!" She ran close to the riverbank, yelling Atemu's name.
Jono followed, his tan face looking extremely freaked out, "Atemu, where are you? Atemu?"
"Right here." Atemu said, behind them. He was soaked from head to toe, and his feet and sandals were covered in mud. There was a piece of long grass in his soaked, but still sticking up, hair.
Jono, caught off guard, turned around, but not quickly enough. Atemu pushed him in with a triumphant yell. Jono didn't go under, he was too tall, so Atemu kicked off his sandals and jumped on his back. After a minute of struggling, he was able to pull Jono under the water.
They both surfaced, Atemu still on Jono's back, and turned towards Teana. "Get in here!" Jono yelled. He grabbed Atemu's arm, "Or I'll drown him"
"Oh, no!" Atemu yelled, trying to control his laughter, "Teana, please save me!" He couldn't hold it anymore; he started to laugh so hard that he fell off Jono's back. He found a rock and stood on it, "Come on, Teana!"
She smiled, her blue eyes glistening, "Okay!" She jumped.
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That was the most beautiful sunset that Atemu's ever seen. He just got out of the water, and was sitting on a large rock with Teana. He looked at her, she was looking at a red start that appeared in the sky, and noted how beautiful her hair looked in damp strands. Jono was lying on the riverbank, soaking wet. Today was the best day that Atemu's ever had. Ever.
But he had to be getting home. Nothing lasted forever. He slipped his sandals on his feet. "Guys, I have to go."
Jono stretched, "Just relax." He closed his eyes, "Three more minutes, Tem."
Atemu smiled. Jono only calls him that when he's sure that Atemu's happy. In other words, he doesn't call him 'Tem' too often. That makes it special.
He looked back at Teana. She was special, too. And since Jono wasn't paying attention…he leaned in closer to her, "Teana, I had a great time today…thanks." He kissed her softly on the cheek.
"Atemu, I…" She broke off and stared at the ground.
"Teana, today was a special day, the best day I've had in years. I wanted to end it by telling you something that I've wanted to tell you for years: I love you, and I always have." Atemu had no clue that he was doing this, and the only layer of consciousness that registered how corny his words were was the one buried under all of the others. But it didn't matter, it felt right to him. He leaned closer to her, she leaned closer to him. Their lips touched. Maybe Teana did love him, maybe…his thoughts dissolved.
He pulled away, "Three minutes is up," He whispered.
She hugged him, "I'll see you tomorrow."
He smiled in her arms, "Okay." This was amazing. They broke apart and Jono opened his supposedly closed eyes.
"About time. I've been waiting for you guys to hook up for years." He smiled maliciously.
Atemu stepped lightly on his stomach, "Jono…"
Jono rolled from under Atemu's foot, "My dad's expecting me…two hours ago…see you tomorrow, Tem."
"I have to go, too." Teana said. "Bye Atemu, we'll catch up tomorrow. Let's go, Jono." She smiled at Atemu.
Atemu couldn't help but notice how perfect the scene was: him, his best friend, and his…girlfriend (he guessed), standing, soaked, in the twilight on the bank of the Nile. He smiled wide at them, and left.
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Atemu's sandals squeaked loudly as he climbed the stone steps to his home, so he took them off, and saw that there was a trail of water behind him. "Oh, well," He thought, "It will dry.
"Atemu, Lord Atemu. Where have you been?" Siamun sputtered when he saw Atemu and ran across the hall to reach him.
"Siamun, what's wrong?" Atemu asked, bewilderment obvious in his eyes, "What's wrong?" He said, stronger this time. He knew that he couldn't have looked too formidable, soaked; his sandals in his hand, but his eyes were enough proof that he was serious.
"Atemu, come with me." He grabbed Atemu's arm, and Atemu followed his mentor towards his parent's chambers.
It clicked, "Father…" He dropped his sandals, and ran the rest of the way. He knew where he was going; he used to wander in there when he was a child…
He burst though the entryway, looking severely under-dressed in the midst of his family and the Priests. Everyone parted, almost automatically, to let him see his father.
"Father…" Atemu said softly, in a higher pitched voice than intended. It stuck out seeing how his voice was usually deep. His father's eyes were closed, and his chest wasn't moving, indicating that he wasn't breathing. Atemu dropped down to his knees, the only heartbeat in his head being his own, "No, please no."
It didn't matter if his dignity was torn to pieces. It didn't matter if he didn't really like his father. It didn't matter if his father didn't believe in him. He was still his father, and Atemu still loved him.
Atemu was shaking head to toe, as if he would somehow be able to give his extra movement to his father and make him come back to life. Tears were dropping onto the stone tablet that his father was lying on, "When?" Was the only thing that he could utter in between ragged breaths.
"A couple of minutes ago." His mother whispered. Her face was tear streaked, too. She didn't like her husband too much…but she was the only one that the Pharaoh had that didn't end up dead, along with his other children. She was crying for Atemu, and the fact that his life was going to take a turn for the worst, "Only a little bit before you came in."
"What?" Atemu asked, more to himself than anyone else, failing to tear his gaze away from his father. "If I wasn't with Teana and Jono, if I just left…" He thought weakly. He couldn't finish it. "Why didn't anyone come and get me?" He asked out loud. But now he was just blaming others. He shouldn't have left while his father was ill, he should've stayed by his side. He knew it wasn't his fault that his father died, but it was his fault that he couldn't say good-bye.
"Atemu, we couldn't risk you getting sick, " Siamun said, "And we didn't know where you were. But if you died, then the whole empire would crumble," He paused, "My Pharaoh." -1-
Atemu's jaw dropped, "What-what did you call me?" No one had to tell him twice. He jumped up and looked at the people that probably enjoyed their work, "Look at me! Do I look like a Pharaoh to you? No! I'm sixteen! Sixteen! And my own father just died! You can't dump that on me like this!" Atemu started to back up, slipping slightly on the wet floor. His face was screwed up in grief, and tears were running in a larger quantity down his face.
Today was such a great day. Then his father died, and he was going to lose his life as he knew it, too? He couldn't believe it, he wouldn't. He made too big of a risk with Teana, if he had only kept his feelings to himself, then only he would've been hurt. But they'd all suffer, now.
Atemu turned and ran back through the hall outside, barefoot, blind to where he was going. His feet slipped and slid on the wet marble. He got halfway down the road and tripped, putting his hands out to stop the fall, and groaned when he hit the ground. He turned around and crab walked until he hit a tree, and sat against it. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
In the back of his mind Atemu knew he was being selfish, but in the front of his mind he was scared. He knew that he was going to end up as Pharaoh, but he didn't think that would happen until he was at least 18, not 16.
No one would listen to him, and he'd have to get married…to multiple people…and have kids…with multiple people…(the thought would invigorate other men of his age at the time)…he was only sixteen.
Atemu knew that others before him have come to rule at much younger ages, but did they have a life outside of being Pharaoh? The scriptures never told him so…he guessed not.
Atemu shivered and drew his knees up to his chest. His hair was still dripping water, and it was cool out that night. He felt sand sticking to him, he must've looked like a wreck…plus, he was so tired…he closed his eyes…and he wanted to forget…he fell asleep.
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When Atemu woke up, the sun was shining, so unlike his mood at the moment. He stretched and found that his back was very stiff. For one glorious moment he wondered where he was, then he remembered everything. His father, him, Teana, everything.
He stood up, and realized that he was correct last night: He looked like crap. His tunic was stiff with sand, as was his hair, and it littered his body. He probably reeked, but he had to go…back to the palace.
Atemu dragged himself back up the road, and up the stairs. His mind was telling him to run away, to go see Teana and Jono and forget everything, but instead he took the familiar route to where he saw his father, dead.
He walked through the entryway again, and saw that his father was in the same spot, but covered with a linen cloth. He was really gone…Atemu didn't want to believe it. He wasn't even sure what made his father die, anyway. Was it peaceful? Or did he die by hacking up a lung?
Behind him, Atemu heard a crash and a scream, but it didn't register in his mind. He kept on staring at his dead father until someone whirled him around and hugged him tightly, "Atemu, my son! I thought you-I thought you-"
If Atemu's mother was bothered by his odor and appearance, then she hid it very well. Atemu let her fuss for a minute, then interrupted, "Mother, I'm sorry. It was wrong of me to run away like that." He scrunched his face for a minute, then sneezed. He shouldn't have stayed out all night.
"We can talk later, but now I'll get a servant to take you out to the hot spring and get you clean. You must be freezing." Her eyes were full of tears, and she didn't sleep all night. Atemu could tell. She thought that she lost her husband, and her son, all in one night…
"No, I'll go myself." Atemu said, "I want to be alone…"
"Okay," she said, "I'll bring you some clothes in a bit." She sniffed and kissed Atemu on the forehead. "I'm just glad you're alright." She left and went to a room that Atemu's never been in before.
Atemu left the way he came in, "Well, I don't know about that…"
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15 minutes later, Atemu was sitting in the hot spring, a hot spot conveniently located behind the palace. -2- After some major scrubbing, he managed to get his hair and well-developed body clean, but gave up on his tunic. Now he was just brooding, alone, what he'd be like for the rest of his life, most likely.
"I hate my life," He concluded with a nod and a half-hearted sigh.
"Well, I knew that," A familiar voice said, "What I don't know is why."
"Seto!" Atemu sunk farther under the water, appalled at his cousin's behavior, "Haven't you ever heard of privacy"
"The water is steaming," He said, "I can't see anything." He laid some clothes next to Atemu, away from the water. "Your mother asked me to bring these to you."
"Thank you, "Atemu said stiffly, wishing that his cousin would go away. He knew that Seto had no sympathy for him. He was probably hoping that Atemu would let him be Pharaoh, like he wanted. Something tugged at his neck, pulling him closer to his cousin.
"What's this?" Seto asked, pulling at his silver chain. Atemu never takes it off.
"A chain," Atemu answered grumpily, biting his tongue to stop the "Duh!" that he wanted to say so badly. A sneeze followed.
"Careful, you might catch the plague," Seto said darkly, half-joking. "This is silver. Silver…do you want to know the mystical qualities of silver?"
"No, not really." Atemu truthfully answered. Why couldn't Seto just go away?
"Where did you get it?" Seto pushed on, having no desire to go away.
"My friends, for my birthday." What was the harm in letting Seto know? It's not like anyone could really punish him for it anymore.
"Well, I'm shocked. You have friends?" Seto said coldly.
"Unlike some people." Atemu sneered with the same amount of ice in his voice back.
Seto decided to ignore Atemu's comment, "Wait. Those two peasants, Teana and Jono, right?"
Atemu was shocked and confused, "How did you know!"
"Atemu, I've seen you sneak out of that window of yours more times than I can count, and so has your father."
"Then why didn't he stop me?" Atemu scoffed, "I know that he would."
"Your mother. Though she didn't resort to spying on you, that was the only thing that she had power over your father about." He smiled, "Apparently, she wants you to run Egypt into a ditch."
"How dare you talk about my father like that, and my Mother." By now, Atemu had about all he could take from Seto, "Now close your eyes and let me get out before I get blisters."
Seto turned around and crossed his arms, while Atemu jumped out of the spring. Keeping an eye on Seto to make sure he didn't try to pull something, he got dressed, and sneezed again.
"Are you done, yet?" Set asked impatiently.
"Yes." Atemu answered curtly, and turned to leave. "I'm leaving."
"Atemu, my dear cousin." Seto put a hand on Atemu's shoulder, "If you want me to rule, just say it. You know that you don't want to ruin this Empire."
"Seto," Atemu didn't turn around, otherwise he might have tried to strangle Seto, "I would rather try to rule and die instead of letting a greedy fool like you take over and work my people to death." You're the one that would ruin this Empire. I might not have your experience, but I know I don't have your lust." He started to walk away, "You don't like me, you never did. Just stop trying to win me over."
The next thing Atemu felt was great pain. It felt like some invisible force was trying to pull the muscles from his bones, and burn them to dust. He fell to his knees, holding his head, "Seto, what-?"
"You forget, I have the endless power of the Millennium Rod, and all you have is a useless puzzle that you can't even finish." He walked ahead of Atemu. "Next time, remember that." He left, and the pressure lifted from Atemu's body.
He let go of his head as Seto's words sunk in. He'd forgotten all about it…so much has happened.
The Millennium Puzzle.
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"Atemu, son?"
Atemu looked at the new sight of his mother in the doorway. She hasn't come to his room since he was five-years-old.
Atemu was fiddling with the Puzzle on the ground, "Yes, Mother?" He was a great deal calmer than before, since he ate something and got a little sleep. At this point, he wasn't allowed to leave the palace. If he was, he'd probably be with Teana and Jono, trying to explain everything to them.
She came and sat next to him on the floor. The smell of vanilla wafted over him, calming him further. "Son, I learned today that Seto wants to be Pharaoh…did you know that?"
"Actually, I've known that for years, Mother," Atemu admitted sadly.
"Son, if you'd rather he rule…because I know that you don't want to…" She tried to catch Atemu's eye, but he wouldn't look at her. He was thinking about something that he thought he'd never even think about. It was about time he grew up a little bit.
Atemu sighed, "No, Mother." Two days ago he would've given anything to be given that chance, but so much has happened, with Seto's threat, and his father's death. "Do you know what he'd do to the Empire? He'd subconsciously kill everyone." He started to cry salty tears despite himself, "I don't want to rule, but I don't want the people of this land to suffer any more. I saw the way…" He didn't want to say this, but now it was inevitable, "The way Father treated them, and I read about the way the ones before him treated these people…"
"You know how they feel," She reached near his neck and fingered the silver necklace, "Because you've spent time with them. There's a reason that your father never gave you silver, you know."
"Yes," He whispered, oblivious to the bit about his father and his lack of silver.
"You know you might not see them for a long time…what are they're names?"
Atemu took a deep breath, "Teana and Jono…Mother, I'll fight to protect them, and their families."
"If that's your decision…" She got to her feet, "I'm proud of you, Atemu, and your father is too…You will be crowned tomorrow afternoon." She left, wiping her eyes. Her son's life was about to change, yet again.
A tear fell on a piece of the Millennium Puzzle. Captivated by it, Atemu put it to the piece that he had in his hand.
They clicked.
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Atemu found the Puzzle extremely easy to put together that night. Piece after golden piece fit together, and Atemu thought it was making an upside down pyramid shape. He thought there was some symbolism in it, but he didn't know what it was.
Soon the only piece left was the Sennen Eye. Excitement and magic coursed through Atemu's fingers…he picked it up and felt slightly dizzy, but ignored it and, trembling, put it into the gap.
For a moment, nothing happened, which gave Atemu enough time to say, "Nothing happened." But it did. The Millennium Puzzle gleamed for a minute, as if mocking him, then exploded with energy. Atemu would've fallen over if he were standing.
Energy started coursing through every inch of his body. The Millennium Puzzle felt hot in his hands, but he couldn't drop it…it was burning him, but blisters wouldn't appear on his hands…his reflexes wouldn't work…The magic reached his brain, and Atemu, overloaded, fainted.
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Minutes later, or hours later, Atemu woke up, but not where he passed out. For a minute, he didn't even know what room he was in, then he saw the writing on the walls. It was the chamber that he wandered into all those years ago.
"This room…?" Was this the Millennium Puzzle's doing? He carefully stood and found that the Millennium Puzzle was hanging from a rope around his neck. "I didn't put that there…"
He took a close look at the room. None of the four torches were lit, save one. He picked it up off the holder and held it to the wall. He knew if someone caught him the he'd be executed, the soon-to-be Pharaoh or not, but he didn't care…
He thought about everything that he ever did that his Father wouldn't/didn't approve of. His going to the market everyday, por jumping out of the window, his befriending of Teana and Jono and lying to him about it…and many other things over the years. And all of it (except for the cape) has gotten him in a lot of trouble.
Atemu was sure that his father didn't think that he would rule well, and that he didn't like his son, but what if…what if he had his best interests at heart? Atemu didn't like his father, he hated him, but at the same time, he loved his father…the feeling must have been mutual.
He licked his dry lips, and felt something salty at the corners of his mouth: tears. It wasn't fair; he was so stupid…why couldn't he have thought about his before? Why?
Atemu raised the torch to the wall. He was stupid and made some bad decisions, but up to yesterday, he would've made them all over again. And what he did, he couldn't take back, so he looked at the scriptures, slowly moving his scared violet eyes to the tablet, and began to read the forbidden text:
"Of all the Millennium Items, the Millennium Puzzle is the one with the most power. The one who solves it will have done it by Fate's Hands, and its true potential will be unlocked when the Chosen One is pushed to the limit. The price of unleashing the Shadow Games is ultimate. Once its task is accomplished, the Puzzle will trap the soul of its user and shatter, until Fate must intervene again…"
Atemu stopped reading and dropped the torch, where its flame burnt out and turned to glowing embers.
"Me? I'm the Chosen One?" Atemu felt numbly. "No, there's some mistake…" The Millennium Puzzle grew warm against his clothing and stomach, as if telling him that it wasn't a mistake, "No…no!" He grabbed the Puzzle even though its heat caused him to cringe, pulled it over his head, and chucked it at the tablet all in one motion, hoping it would break. It didn't; the Sennen Eye just winked at him in the dark, glaring eerily.
He dropped to his knees and cradled his head in his hands. Everything was happening far too quickly. First Teana, then his Father, and the Millennium Puzzle…now these writings…he shouldn't have ever learned this text…he just did it so he could try to be a better ruler…that was inevitable…and so was this.
He got up and slowly, painfully, almost, walked over to the Millennium Puzzle, and picked up the warm metal, where his Fate, and soul, would one day be sealed Atemu wondered what the true potential of this hunk of gold was, more specifically, what the Shadow Games were. What was his limit? What was his task? It was all running through his head…
But one question stood out in particular: What would happen the puzzle was solved again? Would his soul awaken? Or his body?
He put the rope of the Puzzle around his neck and let the Golden Pendant settle near his stomach. He could almost feel the dark, pulsating energy in the Puzzle, waiting for him to let it out…
Atemu wiped his red tired eyes. He's cried in the past two days more than he did when was a child. It almost disgusted him. Almost. But there was a lot to be depressed about.
And more to come: Atemu couldn't ever tell anyone about his visit here tonight. They'd tell him when they thought he was ready. Apparently, his subconscious, or his Puzzle, already thought that he was…
Atemu bent down to retrieve the torch that blew out when he dropped it, and returned it to its holder on the wall. He wondered how long he was down here for, and how close to sunrise it was.
He walked towards the door with caution, as he had no idea where in the palace he was. When he was in there last, he was tired, and it felt like so long ago. The only thing in his head, in actuality, was learning to read that text.
He did, and almost wished that he didn't.
Atemu walked out of the door, and found himself at the place where his father died. How many times he's been in the room, and now it's the one that his father died in. That's the name that would stick.
His father was gone now…the mummification process has probably begun. Atemu shivered at the thought of having his brain sucked out through his nose, and that it would one day happen to him…that and the fact that the last time he saw his father was in the room that Atemu was born in…would he die…or have his soul sucked out of him…in here too?
He remembered now, well, suddenly, that before he went to the spring, his mother walked into that room. Could she read the forbidden text as well? She was probably hoping from the day that she first held him that he wouldn't end up as the person: the Chosen One. And he did.
Atemu heard footsteps outside of the room, and Atemu dived behind a pedestal, praying that it wasn't Seto. If he knew that he was looking at the forbidden scriptures, then Seto would probably kill Atemu on the spot.
But it wasn't, it was his mother. She walked right past Atemu and went into the next room. He took a deep breath and went to step out, to run out, but his mother came out again and he stepped back into the shadows. His mother wouldn't leave, it was almost as if she knew he was there…
Not now, not now…Atemu felt a tickling sensation in his nose. Not now, not now…he pinched his nose as hard as possible, but it was to late. He sneezed…unusually loud. He held his breath, maybe she didn't hear him…
Atemu felt like a naughty child playing hide-and-seek as his mother looked behind the pedestal. He didn't know what to say, "I…"
But his mother wasn't looking at him, she was looking at the gleaming puzzle around his neck, "You solved it," She whispered, "You are-"
"The Chosen One," Atemu finished.
"You can read it…" She concluded, "Judging by the ash on the floor, you didn't like it…" Her eyes were gleaming, not with happiness, though. With fear.
"No…" Atemu knew he looked like a three-year-old; he might as well act like one, too. He leapt to his mother and wrapped his arms around her neck, sobbing. "Mother, why me? Why me?"
Atemu's mom returned his embrace and they slid down to the stone floor, Atemu weeping and his mother running her fingers through his hair, like she did when he was little and cried because he stepped on a sharp rock. If only it were that simple. "Atemu, I know you're scared, and confused, and angry, but…" She trailed off, not seeing an upside.
"And heartbroken," He whispered, suddenly wishing Teana was by his side.
"That girl, Teana," His mother said, "You loved her…"
"Yes," Atemu answered, his head still on his mother's shoulder, "Last night, before I came home, I told her," He paused and sniffed, "And she loves me, too. It was so perfect, and then it fell apart…Why? Why can't I have her? Why can't I be normal?" Teana would never want to move away from her family and into the palace, and Atemu couldn't blame her. Maybe he was meant to be alone…or with a whole bunch of women that he'd rather not be with.
"Oh, Atemu," She held her son close, trying to take away some of his pain, but she couldn't. She couldn't even offer once more to let Seto take his place, now that the Puzzle was solved, "Think of what you'll do for your people. You'll be known to them as the Greatest Pharaoh ever." She knew that he didn't care.
"And to the Priests as 'The One Who Caused Egypt's Downfall.'" Atemu retorted bitterly. He knew what they all said about him. Maybe they'd be right.
"Don't let Seto's lies poison your mind," She gently reprimanded, "You'll do fine."
Atemu was upset by this pointless conversation, "Mother, do you know what my limit is?" He raised his head from her shoulder. His eyes were puffy and red, as was his face, but he looked questioning.
"No, my son," She said, wiping his eyes gently, "You'll have to figure that out for yourself." He knew the whole prophecy, and that he was going to die, but he wasn't backing out. She was proud of him.
"Are you upset of my knowledge of the scriptures?"" Atemu asked laying his head back on her vanilla scented shoulder. He felt ashamed, and tired.
"No, Atemu, I'm not." He son's eyes were closed, "It is your destiny." She put her hand back to his hair, mending her son in his moment of weakness. "I love you…"
Atemu didn't hear her, though; he fell asleep, warm and comfortable in his mother's vanilla grasp. The Millennium Puzzle's pulse matched his heartbeat, completing its connection with him. One hand was wrapped around his silver chain, and the other was holding his Golden Pendant, The Millennium Puzzle.
The gift, and the curse. Would he ever learn to cherish both equally?
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-1- A thought that I had while I was typing. Please ignore the fact that Seto would get it…some by-law or something…please? Or…a power struggle would ensue. Yes, that sounds good.
-2- Yes, that's convenient. I made it that way…I just had to have a scene like this with Atemu.
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Okay, that's the end of Chapter Two…I hope you liked it. Please review! This time I want 8 reviews total, so that means 4 more reviews. I don't even care if the 4 reviews are from the same person…desperation, thy name is Darkyami7!