A woman in blue and white silks rode to the entrance of the palace where the Pharaoh was waiting for her. She jumped off the horse and handed the reins to the stable-hand, she gave a scroll of Papyrus to the Pharaoh and said,

"Here is the treaty, Pharaoh. I believe everything is in order."

"Thank you Amaya," the Pharaoh answered quietly.

Amaya seemed concerned, "Has something happened?"

The Pharaoh looked at his advisor, she didn't appear to be like a slave anymore, "No, nothing."

He was lying, of course there was something wrong but he didn't want to tell her that he'd been having visions of a war that would destroy Egypt. She examined him with her eyes; Amaya was very decisive when she wanted to be,

"Very well but if you want to ask me anything I will do what I can."

She glided away in to the palace, Yami was already struggling with the fact that he didn't tell his own advisor what he had seen but he reassured himself that it was the best thing not to tell her, for now. He had to get ready for the celebrations of the victory against the Babylonians, he hurried in to his bedroom because it was almost sundown. As he got ready, Yami felt weak all of a sudden as though his legs just didn't want to move. He stumbled and fell to the hard floor and everything went pitch black…

A man in black leads me through my city as it burns, my people are dying all around me. We stop, I try to yell but no sound leaves my mouth, I try to run but my feet are set to the ground. I want to help them but something won't let me, something that has a stronger will than I. The man then leads me to an untouched chamber in the palace and I see them, my advisors, my friends and anyone who helped me during this all trapped behind ice. I look at the one who is leading me but finally I realise he had left in his place I see a huge ice dragon, I couldn't escape, it had trapped me in my own palace. I close my eyes waiting for it to deal the same fate to me as it had my friends, coldness surrounds me, I can't breathe…

Yami woke with a start, he looked out the sky. It was dark; he decided not to go to the celebration it was probably over for all he knew. He walked over to the archway showing a clear view of Egypt, he lent on the stone barrier that came up to his waist and gazed out at the stars. A few minutes later he heard a silvery voice behind him,

"There you are, what happened?" it was Amaya.

"I decided not to go," he answered not looking at her.

"May I come in?"

He nodded still not looking at her,

"Pharaoh, I know that isn't the reason, I know you have seen a vision of Egypt's demise. At least, the demise of its people," she said quietly.

He turned to her, shocked he asked, "How do you know?"

She grimaced, "I have seen it too…"

He suddenly needed to sit down, he knew now that he wasn't going insane. He was thankful for at least that but why was she having the same vision?

"Do you know what it means?" he inquired.

She shrugged, "I have no idea, and I wish I did. All I know is that Egypt's people will be thrown in to war and it will destroy them."

"Is there nothing that can stop it?"

Her brown hair slipped over her shoulder as her head bowed, she dusted it back to reveal her lavender eyes wrought with sorrow,

"As far as I know, nothing can stop it."

It was a question of loyalty suddenly for the Pharaoh, "Will you stay by me when this time comes?"

"Of course I will, you helped me become what I am now."

He smiled, "Thankyou Amaya, it helps to know that I will have friends with me during times like these."

Amaya padded out of the room, he didn't know then what she would do for him in 4 years time. 3 years later Yami led a skirmish group in to a battle; he defeated the enemy group but almost died on the battle field. He woke in the medical bay, Amaya was treating him.

"Amaya? Wh-," Yami asked but she hushed him.

"Quiet now, that was quite a beating you took."

"How cough long have I been out?"

"Close to six days now, you had us worried." She answered.

"Why are you here?"

"We didn't have enough healers, so I volunteered. Funny how much you can do with a few herbs."

The Pharaoh was amazed by her loyalty, many had defected when the war began but she had remained with the few men and healers they had. Though she wasn't just and advisor to him, she was a friend that would put on a suit of armour willingly and go out in to war to help you. She already had done this and was willing to do it again and again until the war was over. He put his hand over hers,

"You don't have to do this you know."

She smiled, "I know, I just do it anyway."

4 years later they had won the war, he and Amaya were talking in the main hall with their backs to the entrance. The Pharaoh was asking what they should do next,

"We should send out scouting parties to find any survivors, we don't want them causing any trouble."

"Hmm, Yes, I know that when they lose they usually take on assassination tasks."

"Well I'll go and organise it." Amaya turned to leave.

Suddenly the Pharaoh felt himself shoved to the ground, he heard the whizzing sound of an arrow being fired. Turned over onto his back and saw Amaya on her knees with an arrow in her gut, he moved over and caught her before she fell,

"There's one cough, cough now."

He looked up and saw the archer, "Guards! Get him!"

"Well, I cough guess that's a good cough reason to send the scouts out choke"

He wrenched the arrow out of her stomach and laid her gently on the ground, "Why did you do that?"

She smiled feebly, "I told you, cough I would stand by you cough even if choke it meant death."

Yami felt tears in his eyes; he knew the arrow was meant for him, Amaya reached up to him, "Remember choke if you ever need my advice just cough ask," she rested her hand on his shoulder, "I will be with you, no matter what."

The Pharaoh finally let himself cry as he watched her last breath leave her…