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Chapter II: He Who Resides

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It's really more like a puzzle. Don't get me wrong, him calling it the Millennium Pendant isn't exactly a bad thing; that's the name that it was born with. It was a pendant in the sense that it was sculpted in the shape of a pyramid fit only for a pharaoh. Surely enough, contrary to his belief, I'm pretty sure that I'm not a pharaoh. …I think. But what makes the Millennium Pendant something that I prefer calling a Millennium Puzzle is its design. At first glance every groove, channel and rut appears as a normal pyramid. No one would ever know that this was not just a lovely pendant, but a beautiful, intricately pieced and gorgeous work of art.

I wonder if Atemu realizes it. Most likely, I guess. Every day he wakes up, hand on the jewel around his neck. Ever since getting the Millennium Puzzle, he's never taken it off. Every morning before I'm even awake, he has the puzzle in his grasp, fingering every indent and every channel and overwhelms me with compliments I always think I'm not fit for. He's everything that the Gods made him to me and what his father would have wanted in his descendant. Maybe he'd realize how proud everyone was of him if he wasn't so busy fingering my essence.

theotherme.

The day started out normal, it always did. For years Atemu had perfected a system and cycle to how he tackled tasks every dawn. Sometimes I would wake up with him, warm hands resting on the puzzle and sun gleaming from the windows, and others he would already be halfway done with his daily chores before I was even awake. Days like those made it harder to stir with Ra still high in the sky to greet me. Today was completely different. I woke up just a few minutes earlier than Atemu, my essence teeming through the puzzle. Right away the warmth registered in his mind and he woke up to stroke the puzzle and watch the sun rise.

Atemu was the type of person that could rule Egypt with an iron fist; capture everyone and probably take over the world. He's an ambitious ruler who isn't opposed to trying new things. I knew Atemu better than he knew himself. From here Atemu was contemplating my presence as he did every day, like good ol' me was really that important. To him, I suppose I am and can't do much to protest it. From day one I never once doubted Atemu's judgment. He often sought comfort in my residence and I did the best I could as a hunk of gold to soothe him.

Teana is his most faithful concubine and rumors had already been surfacing that she was not just his whore, but his lover. I watched as he teased her and got up from where he was. After he delicately dressed himself with the clothes discarded from the night before, he dismissed her. With a little struggle and playful banter, Teana finally left and that meant that Atemu had me all to himself. Most people would think he was crazy for sitting in a pool of water and talking to a necklace. …I think.

Atemu thought highly of me. Always highly of me, like he was honored by the presence of a god in this millennium puzzle. At first I was sure it was just because his father owned the puzzle before he did, but with time came changes, his treating the jewel like an antique forming into more tender strokes and care like I was a true human being. And I was…I think.

Suddenly he asked me ever-so kindly what we would do today, but like always, I didn't answer. How could I answer someone as great as the Pharaoh of Egypt when I was just…me? Whoever that was; an essence of a has-been who resided in the thing Atemu called a pendant.

Still, I was able to smile when he took my thoughts into consideration and held the jewel tighter in his grasp. After he dismisses Teana and bathes, Atemu normally meets up with Mahado and Mana (or to be more accurate, Mahado runs into him by the door and Mana tackles him) and they sit down and have breakfast together. Mahado was first to greet him this time, Mana second and pleading to play. Their presence soothed me. A small chuckle left my lips as Mana clung to Atemu's arm like a younger sister to her brother. She tended to do that a lot.

He promised to play, and I could hear the quiet pleas for me to take her off his hands. I giggled. A long time ago, Atemu implied that he saw me as his inner child; the young boy he never got to be when he grew up too fast. He had a good heart despite how clouded his head could get.

After their brief discussion of courting, Mahado flashed a reluctant look with me already knowing what it meant. Atemu, on the other hand, threatened to chop his head off if he didn't tell. Then after the usual course of events, it all lead to the meeting Atemu had scheduled with a guy named Enu to help fix the dam in Minya.

The man was…scary. I didn't like him. If it was up to me, then I would've rather stay locked up in the pendant and never come out by the way he glared and disrespected the king of Egypt. And…I was, so I didn't have to worry that much. Atemu sensed the same trouble, constantly looking to every single one of his priests for an answer. Seth continued yelling and lecturing Enu for threatening Atemu while everyone else kept murmuring the troubles this man was causing. Mahado looked ready to throw his body in front of Atemu and leave at that very instant.

My thoughts went back to Enu's pleas, trying to find a balance in his words. Why would someone randomly plant explosions on the dam? Were they after Atemu or after the village? Why would they threaten innocent lives when it wasn't needed? How many people, I began to think with a disheartened sigh, died because of a person's greed? The thoughts overwhelmed me, and I curled my fingers, not realizing I'd accidentally activated the true power of the puzzle.

theotherme.

The thing about residing in the Millennium Pendant was I never knew when it would go off. It gave me this one little power where whatever emotion overwhelmed me was enough for it to raise hell or fall back and retreat. When it happened the first time, I panicked, thinking I accidentally killed the prince and I was the new Atemu. Surprisingly enough, I was only partially wrong. Even though I was convinced I was just a spirit, I was able to use Atemu's body at my own will, like he was my host and I was the parasite.

I don't like doing it a lot; it's not my life to meddle with, but soon I realized that as he matured as a ruler, his logic over the big picture often ruled over the small intricate pieces that made Egypt look the way it was. Like seeing a mound of sand, but not truly inspecting every little grain.

That was why I stood here now, Atemu's presence deep within the puzzle while I took his place. I was able to wear his crown, his cape, his tunic and speak like I was of royal blood even though I wasn't. I think.

The glow of the millennium item finally faded and I stood firm above my seat. The luminescence from before was enough to take Enu and Atemu's priests by surprise, as they all halted with all eyes on me. "Enough," I muttered softly. "Enu, please calm down so we may speak of this matter like two civilized adults."

Seth gave me one last look like I was crazy and finally settled down. Enu's form writhed angrily at my demand, but he did as he was told.

Mahado put a hand on my shoulder. "You have already made your decision, my pharaoh. Do you wish we escort him out the premises?"

"Maybe," I agreed. Although I smiled, panic was bubbling at the pit of my stomach. I don't like sticking my nose where it doesn't belong, I just wasn't able to retreat back into the jewel. Atemu had made the decision! Why was I here for? Still, flood was horrible and far too hard to survive without the proper care. My other self's decision was already in mind, and I knew it was one of the right choices, but it was only one right. "What about the people, Enu? How many children have suffered because of my obliviousness?"

Enu looked up, astonished at the change of heart. "Many children have suffered, Pharaoh. There are few left and with the homes flooded many have no place to stay. There are orphaned children who have lost all of their family members and people far too grouchy. They are scared, your highness, of what is to come."

"That's horrible…" My eyes fell to Karim, quickly asking for judgment. He nudged his head back to the direction of the Minyan, unsure himself of what to say. I sighed and fell to my chair. Raking a hand through my tresses, I looked back to Enu. "I change my mind."

"My Pharaoh?" Seth looked my way.

With a shrug, my eyes wearily cast a pitiful glance to the man in front of us. I smiled. "We can send the constructors to help rebuild the dam, but we also need workers to help restore the houses. Notify the best architect in Egypt and ask of him to build houses with stronger structure. If food can be brought, that will be good too. We can send three guards to inspect the wrongdoings brought to Minya. Does that sound fair?"

Enu wasn't convinced. He looked to the ground as if trying to make out what was happening and slowly nodded. "I…suppose."

"Good." I quickly added, "As for the children, we can let them come and stay here for a while, can't we?" There was a disgruntled response to the right of me. I looked that way, noting the paling look that crossed Siamun's face and smiled. "Shall that please you for now, Enu?"

He nodded. "Yes…I suppose."

"They'll leave tonight, then. Gather your things and be ready for the journey back to Minya." I nodded him on and dismissed him. Once he was gone from our sight, I pushed myself off the throne and looked over to all six priests with a smile. "I think that that was pretty productive, don't you think?"

Akhenadin arched a hesitant eyebrow. "Pharaoh Atemu, do you truly think that this decision will be enough to satisfy him? I'm certain he will come back begging for more."

"What's good for now is for the villagers to be okay." I smiled, tapping the puzzle gently with my fingers. Slowly my attention turned away and I looked to the man who constantly stuck up for me whether or I needed it or not. "Seth?"

Seth peeled away from the floor, eyes now on me. He bowed respectfully with his rod at his side. "My pharaoh?"

"I...thank you." Before I realized it, my emotions got the better of me and I began hugging the man; Atemu's cousin and in some sort of way, my cousin, too. Atemu and he faced each other every day with the intent of surpassing one another, and he was what drove Atemu's daring attitude.

Seth's aggression only meant that he cared deeply for his family. Any man could respect that and I for one admired it. I know that even though Seth intended to protect Atemu, he sort of was standing up for me, too. His appearance was…refreshing. I think would have trusted him with my life if I was able to.

"For everything," I continued. "You'd make a fine pharaoh yourself by the way you use your tongue."

"Uh…yes." Seth hadn't seen it coming. He awkwardly patted me on the back and left the five other guardians speechless. "You should get going though, cousin of mine, don't you think?"

I nodded slowly and released him. My eyes fell on Akhenadin, who immediately flinched. He looked like he would recoil at my touch. Instead, I faced Mahado, who wasn't fazed by my presence. "Would you like to go out on a stroll with Mana and I? She wanted to buy some ingredients for a new experiment."

"If you wish, your highness." Mahado nodded and gestured to a particular support beam near the entrance. "Shall I inform the guards to come with us?"

"No." I shook my head and turned to the rest of my guardians. "You are all dismissed. Shada, will you inform the guards of their trip tonight?"

Shada nodded and all said their goodbyes before leaving. Once the throne room was clear of everyone but Mahado and I, both of us walked over to the urn nearest to the door. A faint glow shimmered from the pot. I grinned while Mahado audibly groaned.

"Mana--?"

"Shh."

"Mana."

"Shh!" Her head peeped out of the pot, textbook in hand and staff in the other. The orb at the very tip glowed faintly and she pointed it in her master's direction. He glared as she radiated with mirth. I laughed; their relationship with each other was no different from the day I first met them. "Master, I'm studying, see? I'm finally reading the book that you asked me to, and I'm waiting for the king! I'm multitask--oh, hi Atemu!"

She shifted her gaze and offered a genuine smile.

"He sensed your ba long before I did, I'm sure." Mahado watched me warily with the same gaze he always did when I was in possession of Atemu's body. I…I suppose that I was always more affectionate when it came to dealing with Mana than the real Atemu. That would probably be the end of me; my being nice to Atemu's childhood friend and all.

"Well, that's what I'm learning," Mana squirmed as she pulled herself out of the vase. She wrapped an arm around my neck and smiled happily. "That way I can sneak up on any of you without your lecturing me. I'm already on the second page of the lesson, master!"

"Actually," I grinned as she tightened her comfortable hold, "it's not the fact that you concealed your ba when you first snuck in, Mana. You scurry like a mouse; I was able to hear your footsteps from a mile away."

"Oh." Her eyes flickered with surprise and she stood in front of me with a different expression. "Well that's totally different."

"You were getting better," I urged reassuringly. "I was actually almost kinda sorta so preoccupied with almost being killed by Enu that I wouldn't have seen you scurry to the urn."

"Really? You think I should wear different clothes, then? To blend in with my surroundings?"

"No, no. I think the clothes that you wear suit you."

"Hm, my hair?"

"No, your hair suits you too." I turned back to Mahado, who still looked both annoyed and exasperated. With a small, embarrassed laugh, I shyly smiled in his presence. "I'm sorry, Priest Mahado. Should we get going?"

"No, you're fine." Mahado looked back to me, eyes flickering with a particular emotion.

I smiled his way and took this into consideration. That was another thing that fascinated me about Mahado; he had been around Atemu long enough to sense my presence, I knew that for sure, but he was careful not to point this out. He was, after all, a magic-user.

If you noticed the way he spoke to me in comparison to the real Atemu, he was willing to let himself go a little. It also pained me how he would relax in my presence but tense and be wary of his words around his true best friend. Mahado's presence was mollifying enough when he himself wasn't so tense.

By the time we were out of the palace gates, Mana and I were talking about the different ka with Mahado hot on our trail. It was nice; having the both of them I mean. I liked their presence, actually, and thanked Atemu for allowing me to dwell in the upper world for a few more hours. This never changed; Atemu always thought it was best to let me have time to myself outside the puzzle.

Then again, Atemu hadn't the slightest clue how to work the puzzle. Well, he did, he just didn't know how well I was able to control his body. It was rare for Atemu to truly beg for my presence because I always called myself out whether it was an accident or on purpose. Atemu just hadn't gotten the grip on how to control my appearances and if he did, then he certainly didn't care. Atemu was aware of my presence, I just didn't know if he was aware that I was aware that he was aware.

Wait, what?

I frowned. Mana tugged on my arm tighter and flashed a look of concern. "Are you okay, Nice Atemu?"

"Just thinking a little." I smiled at the little nickname of hers. The thing about Mana was she had a warm, magical sense of delirium that had a way of working out for her. She was always extremely lucky and sometimes so keen that it didn't seem like she had any idea what was going on. When she called me the "Nice Atemu", she was only partially joking because she liked to tease Atemu himself, saying that I'm the kind side and he is the strict side. Which…is true in a sense, I guess.

She pulled me closer and pressed her lips against my ear while I miserably tried to force my blush down. "So how are we going to ditch Mahado and go see Jono?"

"He'll pin the blame on you if you keep insisting with this plan, you know."

"Oh, like it matters!" She gestured to Mahado who was still only a little ways behind us and warily keeping note of our actions. "Aren't you the least bit curious about what Jono's doing right now?"

"Well…" A little. But not enough to want to ditch Mahado for; I felt bad enough forcing him to tag along under obligation of keeping me (well, Atemu) safe. I opened my mouth to speak again, but my eyes immediately tore away and landed on something else.

"Nice Atemu?"

"Pharaoh?"

I wandered the streets myself for a moment, eyes back to the little boy who I saw. He stood there, mouth formed into a pout and rocking back and forth as he tried to keep the tears from falling. I looked over to him, smile on my face. "Um…hi."

"H…huh?" He looked up to me, eyes crinkling as tears fell down his chubby cheeks. "Oh…hi…"

"That kid over there," I gestured to the one holding a necklace high in his hands, "he just took that from you, right?"

"Uhuh…"

I looked over to the woman running the small store with necklaces similar to the one belonging to the boy's. I picked him up let him straddle my hip. He looked at me, confused.

"Pick a new one, silly." I grinned and pointed to the many charms dangling above us.

"I…I don't have any more money to buy a new one, sir!"

"Don't worry about it, I'll pay for it. Miss?" I turned to the clerk who was busy rambling on about the Festival of Min to another woman. "Can I buy a new necklace?"

"What?" she sharply turned to me, offended that I ruined her conversation, but the anger quickly deteriorated in her eyes. She gasped, eyes landing on the crown that perfectly fit my forehead despite my small stature compared to the real pharaoh. Quickly she bowed, along with the friend right next to her. "Y-your highness! 'Tis an honor to be in your presence!"

"I would like to buy a new necklace for this boy." I used my other hand and dug into my pocket. With a soft laugh, I looked back up with embarrassment. "I'm sorry…all I have is a gold doubloon, Miss."

She gaped. "Th…that buys out my entire rack and more, y-your highness! I…I don't have enough silver pieces in the world to…"

"Nonsense. Keep it all and feed the family. And you," I turned back to the boy perching my hip, "go ahead and choose one. Choose as many as you like, even and take them home to your siblings."

"I like the one with the red lace!" he smiled happily and pointed to one in particular with a kangaroo rat.

"Oh, that's pretty." I nodded in approval and reached up to grab it. Unfortunately with my height, my feet got the better of me and I fell, the little boy still in my grasp while I landed on the clerk. Oh, fudge. My cheeks fluttered pink as I gathered both the little boy and myself. "S…sorry."

"No!" the woman shouted. She recoiled, a humble smile forming across her features. "'Twas my fault, my pharaoh. Please, take as many as you like!"

"Oh…okay." I looked back up to the many straps and strings woven together. One in particular stuck out to me; a purple one with a six-pointed star. I picked both that and the red one the little boy originally wanted and gave the woman my gold piece.

She gasped. "W…will that truly be all, my pharaoh?"

"Yes. That's all I really need, honestly." I knelt in front of the little boy, both in hand, and tied the red one around his neck. "There. The color even suits you better than the brown one from before, don't you think?"

"Uhuh." He looked at me, eyes quaint with childish curiosity. "Are you really him? The pharaoh?"

"Sorta." I grinned shyly, blush tickling my cheeks again. I considered myself as much of a pharaoh as I considered myself Atemu--which was very little.

"Cool!" His own smile stretched across his lips and he stood before me, radiating with happiness. "You're like, the best big brother ever!"

I was turning pink again. Hand fiddling with the ends of my kilt, I softly laughed again. "I'm glad you feel that way. You should get going and see your friends now."

"Mmkay." He nodded happily and ran off. "Thank you!"

"Bye." I waved him off and turned around. Two sets of eyes met my gaze. With confusion written all over my face, I could only blink when Mana came closer for further observation. "Um…is there something you want to talk to me about, Mana?"

"Nice Atemu…" Mana came closer for further observation and laced an arm around mine. She giggled softly and rested her head on my shoulder as we ventured off from this part of the market. "You're so sweet sometimes that it's hard to believe that you're the ruler of Egypt."

"Is that a bad thing?" I looked between her and Mahado, utterly confused about the choice of words.

She giggled again and shook her head. "No, I guess it isn't. Shall we continue shopping?"

I nodded, but it wasn't like I ever had a choice. Mana was a girl and prone to wanting every little thing she saw, anyway. With a smile, I followed her as we dove deeper into the markets. Mahado teetered after us without a second thought.

"Look," Mana halted and pointed to the many cloths lain out in front of us. She beamed happily and pulled me down to the ground. "They have orange, other Atemu! Colors like these are hard to find!"

"Yes, but it's close to the Festival of Min," I reminded her. "Of course they would have colors like this." My eyes fell to the small cloth of soft blue lying perfectly on the ground. I picked it up and brought Mana's face to mine. "Can you take your bandana off for a moment?"

"Of course." Her eyes doubled in size, unsure of what my next actions would be. I wrapped the soft blue cloth around her hair gently and sat back.

"It suits you," I said cheerfully. "Don't you think, Mahado? …Mahado?"

"Yes?" Mahado snapped out of the same daze I've caught him in all day and looked back to Mana, eyes full of an emotion I was yet to comprehend. "Yes…when you are right, Pharaoh Atemu, you are right."

"It's…okay…" Mana squirmed and took the thing off. She retied the beige one that normally adorned her hair and smiled cheerfully. "But I think I'll stick to this one, Nice Atemu."

"I'll buy it for you anyway." With a small grin, I reached in my pocket for another gold doubloon. Mahado's hand immediately stopped me.

"I have copper ones in my satchel, Pharaoh." He revealed two coins and gave them to the clerk. He took the cloth gratefully and tied it to my forearm. "Will that be all?"

"Yes." I tilted my head curiously and put the cloth in my pocket. "I would've been willing to pay, Mahado."

"Y…Yes, but…" He chuckled softly and raked a hand through my hair. "I don't think it would be wise to surprise the storeowner with another gold doubloon."

"O…oh." That was true. I blushed and tugged at my skirt. "Erm, my bad."

Mana's grin was full of mirth. She pulled me close, cheek resting against mine and dragged me into a different booth. We continued this for another few minutes like we normally did; her yanking me here and there and me cooperating like a gentleman. After a while, I was the one who stopped the both of us, halting in front of a store with many different cloths, jewels, and toys.

Mahado looked to me curiously. "My Pharaoh?"

I crouched over and looked at each delicate carving made for little kids. My fingers fell to the one closest to me; a wooden interpretation of one of my favorite creatures. The eyes were crafted beautifully and even while its claws were pointy to the touch. "I like it," I murmured softly.

"Shall we get it for you then?" He was already digging in his satchel for some copper coins.

"Oh, no." Eyes widening, I abruptly stood up and looked to the ground with a blush. "I…I'm the Pharaoh, Mahado. If…if I were to have one of those I'd be laughed at by my entire empire. Don't be ridiculous!" I laughed haughtily to prove my point and shifted between my feet, because that laugh didn't do anything but make my cheeks turn red. 'Cause…it was so cute…and harmless…and fit perfectly in my hand, and…

"If…you're sure, my pharaoh." Mahado arched a suspicious eyebrow, but I only shook my head. Atemu didn't like things like that. He would my head for spending wasteful money on toys. For Mana, it was fine. For me, it was…well, it was me. I wasn't really sure if he would consider it bad, but I doubted he'd approve of it either. His eyes lifted to the sun and softly he tugged on my arm. "We should be getting back to the palace."

I nodded in agreement and turned to Mana. "Are you re…what are you doing?"

"What? Oh, nothing!" She smiled happily and shoved something in her bag. "Let's get going, Nice Atemu!" With that, Mana automatically tackled me and clung affectionately to my neck. Mahado shooed us to the front of him, remaining very close this time.

"So in the end," Mana whispered sadly, "we didn't get to go see Jono, Nice Atemu."

"Hanging around Mahado is fun, though." I smiled nervously and shifted between my feet. "Both of you, actually."

"Good." She crinkled her nose and pointed to the soft blue cloth around my arm. "I still think you're crazy for buying that, you know."

"You think I'm crazy for doing a lot of things," I grinned. With a short exchange of laughs, I turned to Mahado with the intent of asking him if he had fun today. He smiled and I smiled back.

theotherme.

I didn't feel well when we got back to the throne room. In fact, I felt the opposite of well, not quite sure why a spirit would actually have any discomfort other than sensing black or good magic. When I was in Atemu's body, I was able to see, hear, touch, taste, and smell things I normally wouldn't. They never mentioned the sixth sense in the big book of made-up laws for ghosts like feeling so queasy that I could puke at any moment.

At the mention of that one word, I instinctively swallowed and bit my lip. Sweat was apparent between the gold collar around my neck and the surface of my skin, but I tried best to ignore it. Instinct told me to switch with Atemu, but if I was feeling this type of nausea, I could only imagine what the atmosphere would do for him.

Mahado squeezed my hand tightly and looked over his shoulder. We first escorted Mana back to her room before Atemu was supposed to return from his quick break from work, and since our little journey, something seemed off. My hand found the back of Mahado's tunic not too long before he pitied me enough to intertwine our fingers.

And as I said, something seemed off. My current state was weakening, the puzzle becoming heavier and heavier on my neck. Once the five other priests were in view, Mahado had let go of me briefly for Isis to take my hand and guide me to Atemu's throne on the other side of the room. She rubbed circles in my shoulders.

"Are you okay, your highness?" she whispered softly.

"I've been better," I muttered tiresomely. Immediately, I stiffened with my eyes a little wider as I tried to focus what was before me. "Um…yeah…so, what am I doing here again?"

"The atmosphere feels corrupted," Seth said candidly. He flashed subtle looks of concern for my wellbeing, but continued. "We are once again here to judge the character of citizens, my pharaoh."

"Oh, goodie." I nodded and ran a hand through my sweaty hair. "Um…bring them in?"

My headache was getting worse. The feeling in my stomach was enough for me to faint and my throat felt empty. Isis stood by my side, murmuring soft words of encouragement while I tried best to focus what was in front of us, but…

"Evil resides in his ka!" Karim clutched his scale tighter and, jaw tightening. "Ma'at deems him dangerous, my pharaoh!"

Headache…headacheheadacheheadache… My vision began to blur and I pleaded myself to count to ten. I was representing Atemu--if I were to faint, it would be counted as his fault, not mine, and I would never be able to live with myself if I caused trouble for him.

A large stone tablet arose at the bottom of the flight of stairs. Mahado stepped forward protectively, Millennium Ring in his clutches. "Reveal your true intentions in front of the King of Egypt!"

The man--whoever it was--screamed. My eyes were tightly closed, teeth gripped, but I could hear the agony in his voice. He screeched like the Ring was tearing him apart, and I must have sympathized with him, because I screamed too.

theotherme.

"Are you awake, my Pharaoh?"

"I'm moving…aren't I?"

"I am…terribly, terribly sorry!"

"'Tis alright, Mahado." Atemu had been laying in his bedchambers for a while now. I'd just recently woken up, but it was obvious that he'd been contemplating me the entire time. He held the puzzle tight in his hand, each groove fitting perfectly with his fingers. What had happened? All I remembered doing was screaming, and--

"You saw him, didn't you?" Atemu said after a moment of silence. "I told you I was not lying when I said there was an entity residing in my pendant." What? No…

"Pharaoh…" Mahado sighed and crouched over Atemu, who still did not leave his bed. "I know you far too well, my pharaoh; my most cherished friend. I am also a Priest and am able to sense these spirits and--"

"And you saw him, right?" Atemu's voice climbed in volume. "Only for a moment--he split from me, Mahado. Beautiful, jewel-like eyes that rival the sheen of amethysts, and gorgeous ivory skin." No…please, no…

"I…yes, my pharaoh."

Please don't tell me--"This is sheer proof, Mahado. The spirit of the Millennium Pendant exists."

And is in deep, deep doo-doo.

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Author's Note:

Before you go on any further, I actually think it's best to warn you that a lot of questions won't be answered until later; so um… how to say this…instead of focusing on the plot, focus on the storyline? Ah! Focus on the actions, keep the concept in mind. Thank you so much for your reviews, this'll be a very fun story to write and I'll try to be as accurate as I can with Ancient Egypt, but it'll be half and half, most likely; I want to be accurate, but not to the point of "Did they have chairs back then?" I hope I made the difference between Yugi speaking and Atemu speaking clear. C: