After that Atem lead me to my chambers and bid me good night. Walking into the room you could tell it was meant for the rich and those of noble birth, not for someone who was of - at this moment - no use at all. Before I can get settled in, a clang of steel on steel rang out.

No Atem! was my only thought.

"Unhand me you fool, do you have any idea who I am!" shouted Atem at the group of soldiers in the corridor outside my door,

"Ya, of course we do, you're the little pharaoh who we were sent for."

"Shut-up you idiot, do you want the whole palace to hear you?"

"No sir, sorry sir," replied one of the grunts to the officer.

"Oh shut up you."

"Unhand me this instant!" shouted Atem.

"Shut up the lot of you!" exclaimed the commander.

I heard the shuffling of feet on stone and by the time I got the door open…they were already gone. All that was left was a shield…a Persian shield. Running out to the stables I grabbed a white mare and rode bareback into the night following the wagon tracks to Persia.

I arrived in Persia within two days with non-stop riding, with the exception of stopping for food and water. The city streets were crowded and bustling with life. I was in the capital of Persia and heading for the palace. My mare continued to walk with head held high and ears flat, but was otherwise ignoring the noise.

I reached the palace gates by mid-day. Two guards stopped me from going in by blocking my path with their spears.

"None shall pass," said the guard on the right.

"Oh now, come on do change your minds"

"No, madam, we are not permitted to allow you entrance."

"Tas tas letom" (translation, sleep, sleep now).

The soldiers fell unconscious under the spell. I dismounted and walked into the palace only to see Atem being punished but not by a hand, but by a whip.

I screamed, "sheto at destrn!" which when translated means, "death and destruction!"

"What the…who are you?" asked the King of Persia.

My only replay was, "King Persia you will die."

"Answer me, who are you?"

"I am the one and only Keraceh Altora Draco, and I will be taking my pharaoh home now."

"I'm afraid I can't allow you to do that."

"And why not?"

"Well, since I'm going to kill you anyway, I might as well tell you what I plan to do. I plan to use your little pharaoh as leverage so as to conquer all of Egypt." The king spoke these words with such pride, but I attempted to burst his bubble by telling him, "I think not, for none shall hurt my pharaoh or any of those who serve under him."

"And how do you plan to keep that from happening?"

"Glad you asked. Lentas selatas ameream."

"No…no you…you can't!"

"Ahh, the beauty of this is I can and I did."

I grabbed Atem and ran out of the palace gates, but I knew this was not over yet. Behind us the palace was collapsing marble pillars colliding and crashing, towers collapsing in on themselves, soon there was nothing left but dust and ruble, and blood staned earth. Atem and I got onto the mare and rode away from the capital of Persia only to be stopped by more than half the Persian Army.

The King ordered me to, "Bring me the pharaoh and you shall not be harmed."

"How can I trust you?"

"You have three seconds."

"No."

"Three,"

"I said no."

"Two,"

"Still no."

"One…"

"No!"

"Attack!"

My only reply was, "Trontra formata."

A blinding light poured from me and instead of looking human I looked like a dragon, not just any dragon but a mighty white dragon. The Persian Army did not halt even in my presence they did not waver for even a second. Stupid mortals that they are. One by one they fell to my might; one by one they are lost to the bloody depths of Tartarus. Soon none are left standing, half a million solders dead or dying. All that is left are bones and bleeding flesh, and a lone king. Breathing heavily I allow Atem to climb on and with a mighty beat of my wings I take to the air, scales glittering red in the falling light of Ra's grace.

So, I ask, am I truly human? What do you think?