Okay, so we left off with Akila and she was riding back home to Syrian when an Egyptian guard attacked her and killed her horse. Now she is being brought before the Pharaoh. And he's a lot better than he was earlier; the magicians magically healed him with a healing spell.

After seeing Akila leave, Atemu walked back to the palace distraught about what he had done. He helped the enemy. He should have killed her when he had the chance.

Upon entering the palace, he was greeted by High Priestess Isis, a worried expression on her face. "Oh, Prince Atemu, there you are. What were you doing out here?"

He muttered something she didn't understand and walked down the hall. Isis rolled her eyes, and followed him. Atemu walked into the throne room where his father, Pharaoh Akunumkanon sat in a big golden chair.

. "Ahh, Atemu. Come, sit." The pharaoh said when he saw his son enter motioning his to sit, or stand next to him. Atemu did so.

All the High Priest's stood in the room as well. 'Great. This meeting as something to do with this war.' Atemu thought, and he was right.

"We really need to do something about these Syrian's." Pharaoh started. "They've been coming more recently now and have been killing more innocent lives than before. We need a plan for the next time they surprise us."

Atemu suddenly thought of the Syrian Princess, and if he had done the right thing helping her. His thoughts drifted about soon he forgot where he was.

Suddenly the door of the throne room burst open and a guard came in dragging a young girl. The girl was trying fruitlessly to break the iron grip of the guard's hand, screaming as she did so. Atemu's eyes widened, 'Akila…'

"Pharaoh, I caught this Syrian trying to escape into their country after the Syrian incursion expired." The guard roughly threw Akila on the floor in front of Pharaoh.

Atemu saw many angry looks of the High Priests glaring down at the girl, his father being included. Atemu looked away, for that moment, he wanted to be invisible.

Akila looked at the pharaoh of Egypt in much fear. Her eyes and cheeks were swollen from tears and her clothes ripped, from the guards' ungentle care. In the corner of her eye she saw Atemu. She then felt angry and stupid at the same time. She hated him, she hated this country…She hated everything!

Atemu wasn't looking at her. She barely caught his eye full of anguish and stress.

"Why didn't you leave with the rest of your group?" Pharaoh asked. Akila looked at the ground and held her arm. Mahado caught this action, immediately recognizing the bandage on her arm.

"Sire, the bandage she is wearing looks like the bandages I made for the caring of blood overflow."

Atemu's eyes widened. 'Oh, my crap!' He screamed in his head. 'Please no one suspect anything.' But his wishes died. The High Priest Seto spoke.

"If those are yours Mahado, then she had been under the care of an Egyptian…in the palace."

Atemu heard a few gasps around the room. "Alright who was it? Was it anyone here?" Pharaoh yelled. Atemu felt hot, sweat fell down his checks and forehead until he felt like he was completely drenched.

Akila noticed Atemu's panic. 'I should say it was him. That'll teach him.' But she could never do it. She was too afraid to speak.

Pharaoh looked down at her. "Alright, you should know! Who was it?" He spat in her face, Akila flinched slightly. She turned her head from side to side, looking up at the peopled that surrounded her. And then Atemu.

"It was……" Her voiced shook so bad that she couldn't even understand. Akunumkanon was getting impatient. "Well?"

"I don't know! I don't know who it was. I was unconscious and when I woke up I had it on." She screamed, ending it in tears.

"Lock her up." The pharaoh ordered and two guards picked her up by the arms and carried her to the dungeons.

Syria----------------------------

Akila's father had just gotten back from their incursion from Egypt and now was situated in the throne room. Two soldiers approached him.

"Well!" The king yelled. "Have you found my daughter!" the guards flinched back slightly. "No sir, but there are two possibilities. Either she has fallen by Egyptian hand, or she is still in Egypt…alive."

"I want my daughter back! And if you can't find her I'll find someone who will!" the king drew out his sword, and before the guards had time to scream sliced them right beneath the shoulders. Blood covered the floor, walls and his shirt.

"I'm going to kill every Egyptian before I get my daughter back! We are going on another incursion tomorrow!"

Oh no! The King of Syria is going to kill people, and he's going on another incursion to Egypt. I wonder what important person of Egypt is going to die by the hand of The Syrian King?