Tendrils of purple, white, and red shot up from the cauldron and Merrilee gasped, panicking, she took a step back when the wisps advanced on her, encircling her. Even though it didn't hurt, she cried out and tightly closed her eyes just in time to see her skin glowing a bright white.

Merrilee felt warm. That's all she felt and within seconds it stopped and she felt...nothing.

One eye opened then the other, confusion etched across her face and her breathing hitched as she stared down at her hand..

"That was some funky freaking voodoo..." She breathed. Her eyes searched around the golden room. "I wonder if my drink got spiked. Yeah, that's the only clear explanation. I'm freaking hallucinating. Oh boys..."

"You are not hallucinating." Merrilee's head snapped to the woman, disbelief followed by anger overtook her features.

"Oh, come on!" She exclaimed, feeling her frustration rise a bit, "Now you decide to speak English?"

A man, maybe in his early twenties with a weird looking round thing around his neck held his hands up. "Not necessarily. We used a spell to allow us to communicate."

"A...spell?"

"You do not think it's true." The woman beside him stated rather than asked.

Merrilee slowly shook her head, "No. There's no such thing as magic."

Something flashed across their eyes as they exchanged glances with one another. "You...do not believe in magic?"

"Nope." She replied, popping the 'p' and with a wince crossed her arms over her chest. "Right now, I think I was out in the sun too long and somehow I began hallucinating."

"If it were true?"

She shrugged, shaking her head and ignoring the pain that the action caused. "What do you want me to do?"

"We will discuss this matter later, right now we must ask some questions."

Merrilee's brows raised. 'Now I know what it's like when a supposed criminal is interrogated...'

Following closely behind was the man, he looked at her with an intense, yet curious gaze. Merrilee couldn't help but feel somewhat self conscience under his gaze. Turning her attention to the wall she looked at the many hieroglyphics that lined the wall, except for this time, she could actually understand what the Ancient scriptures were saying. She stopped in her tracks, "So does this spell of yours allow me to read your language as well as speak it?"

"Yes." The woman nodded, giving Merrilee a kind smile. "As is the case with understanding your language."

"Nice."

As they walked Merrilee wondered how big the building was. It felt as though they were walking for hours, though she knew that was just a few minutes. As they passed through a few double doors Merrilee caught sight of something called 'Pharaoh's Throne'. She had an unsettling feeling settle in her stomach, her steps slowed. "So where are we going?"

"You must meet the Pharaoh."

Merrilee stopped in her tracks, heart skipping a beat. "Say again?"

"The Pharaoh wishes to meet you."

Without saying a word Merrilee abruptly turned on her heel and in a futile attempt try to go the opposite way but was stopped by her escorts who gently grabbed onto her arms and turned her around, encouraging her as they took one step at a time and all Merrilee could think about was if she did something wrong she was going to be sent to the dungeons and left to rot.

"The Pharaoh will not harm you."

"Even if I make a complete fool outta myself?"

"Just don't be disrespectful."

"Now that's gonna be a problem. I usually become a smartass and childish when I'm stressed."

"Dull your fears, we shall be there with you."

"That makes me feel so much more comfortable." She muttered sarcastically to herself.

As soon as the three of them stepped through the double doors did her legs not want to cooperate any longer and Merrilee swore that her heart was going to explode it was beating so hard and fast against her rib-cage.

She watched as the both of them got down to their knees bowing their heads and Merrilee quickly followed suit, looking down at the stone flooring hoping to God that no one could see how scared she was right at that moment.

The man spoke first. "My King, this is the girl that we had found out in the desert a few days ago."

Merrilee dared to look up at the Pharaoh and was surprised to see that his hair literally defied all logic and wondered what on earth he used to keep his black, blond, and magenta coloured hair that way.

Atem noticed the look she had given him, though he ignored it for the time being. He nodded his head to his two guardians. "Thank you Mahad and Isis." He stood up, the air of authority overtaking the air as he stepped down to where they were. "You all may rise."

As they did so Merrilee felt the amethyst eyes studying her, her clothes, her looks, everything. She felt slightly uncomfortable but allowed the young king to assess her. Her eyes followed his every move as he walked around her. What felt like an eternity stopped once he stepped in front of her again. "Glad to see that you are alright. What is your name?"

"Merrilee Hansen."

"Where are you from?"

"On the other side of the world...a place called Toronto, Ontario, Canada."

Confusion settled in his amethyst orbs as he nodded to her response. "What is your age."

"Eighteen."

"Occupation?"

"Student."

"What are you studying?"

"To become a doctor...err...healer as you would call it." She ignored the sounds of disapproval. However, her mouth decided to act before her brain. "Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't do anything a male can do." Her brown eyes narrowing dangerously.

The Pharaoh smiled knowingly. "Of course." He glanced to his guardians except for the ones named Isis and Mahad. "Leave us."

With a bow they left the throne room reluctantly. Once the doors shut heavily behind them he turned his attention back to Merrilee. "Isis had informed me that you are from the future?"

Merrilee shrugged. "I guess so...but to be perfectly honest I don't know how I got here."

He nodded. "Probably not. As we were discussing how you came to be Mahad, Isis, and I have agreed that you have magical powers that you may or may not know about or know how to actually control your power."

A lone brow rose up in confusion. "Powers?" She shook her head, "I...don't have any magical powers whatsoever."

"On the contrary." Mahad began, taking a step towards her. "You do possess magical powers."