AN: I've been around. So I apologize for not putting anything up so now I shall do so. This was placed on my RP account about a month ago and I have just gotten around to putting it up. I hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters...even if I feel somewhat sorry. A nod of recognition towards Kazuki Takahashi and his creative prowess, oh how I swoon.
In the beginning he remembered everything.
He remembered how his mother used to tell him stories about the Gods, how is father taught him the ways of the sword and how his friends showed him magic and all its wonders. He clung onto those memories in the darkness like a lifeline for it was all he had in this timeless void. However, sleep tugged at his eyes. Clawed at his bones. Whispered sweet nothings in his ears.
At first...he ignored it.
His royal majesty played games with himself and discovered if he thought hard the void could be filled with things. It could no longer be a void.
It started out with small objects. Bowls, pottery, clothing, jewels and even a game of Dogs and Jackals. Than he started to fill it up with bigger things. Tablets of Kaa monsters that he could remember. Sandstone walls decorated in beautiful hieroglyphs of stories and rituals. There was even a garden that was just like the one in his palace. He created rooms upon rooms, stairways going this way and that and he created a small room just for himself. Each room held something different.
It kept him busy. It kept him sane. Yet he grew tired and without ever noticing he fell into slumber.
Sleep he realized was a terrible thing. Every time he woke up he had forgotten something. Originally it was just memories he had no real use for. Memories that were better left forgotten. He had forgotten about the corpse of his mother. How she appeared then and how he felt. Of course, Atem thought that he was sad during the event but it wasn't quite the same as before. He couldn't remember how painful it was and maybe it was a good thing.
Other memories disappeared without much thought and as they fluttered away, more rooms popped up and certain rooms from before became locked. It was all a mystery to him yet it left Atem with the resolve to not sleep.
Sleep was bad, he would think to himself and when exhaustion hit him the world swirled and became darkness once again. A luke-warm sort of darkness.
The more he slept the more his environment changed. It twisted. It darkened. The rooms that were once there had been replaced and put somewhere completely different. He vaguely remembered the garden and when he went to search for it, it was replaced with a large empty space with hallways in every direction.
It displeased him. Frustrated him.
But his annoyance didn't last long for sleep was needed and he simply went along with it. Atem had forgotten that there was a reason not to sleep. Not to forget further.
On one of his many adventures through the world he always woke up to; he found a trap. It was something completely unexpected and nearly scared him half to death. His ruby hues look down at the cavern below where he could hear the hissing of snakes among the darkness. He clicks his tongue against his teeth before getting up while dusting himself off then leaving the room.
He mentally filed it away that the room needed to be avoided and much to his surprise he remembered the next time he woke up.
Memories faded more and more in this world. The longer he was asleep; the more everything around him changed and he forgot. However, Atem continued to cling onto his name. His name was important for whatever reason so he kept it. Each time he awoke he spoke his name. Throughout the time he was up Atem said his name as often as he could over and over and when exhaustion took him he thought of it.
His name was important.
So when it was taken away from him, Atem felt a sadness that he couldn't explain but for some odd reason cared very little for it. So instead of thinking about it further he began to explore this world he always woke up in until he became exhausted and fell asleep again.
Only this time he slept for centuries in the darkness until a young boy brought him back.
