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And although I wasn't losing my mind,

It was a call so sublime,

But the room is too quiet,

Oh, oh, oh, the fever

(Palace in Egypt)

"Lady Teana, a letter has arrived from Greece. Would you like to read it now or later?"

Teana turned to her servent, Korra. She smiled, her hand lightly resting on the window seal as she took the letter. She opened it, looking at the words warily. It was fromg Atlas, she could tell that. She took a deep breath, looking over the letter.

Haemon Atlas,

My dear sister, is this some idea of a joke? If it is, it's not very funny. You can't seriously be pregnant, are you? How and when did this happen? Is the Pharaoh the father? If he is, I am not impressed. You know how I don't like being lied to. I can't do anything for you while you're in Egypt, but I will have you know that I am not thrilled about the situation. I insist that you get rid of the thing as soon as it comes into the world. If you don't, well, there's not much I can do there, but if you were here in Greece with me, you know that's what would happen. I hope you weren't going around sleeping with those thieves while you were kidnapped. A princess should not act like a whore.

I will keep this brief, but I will inform everyone in our family. They will not be impressed or amused by the situation, but remember that we love you and hope you are safe while you remain in Egypt. I wish you good health and hope to see you again soon.

Greece. February 15

Teana set the scroll down, pressing the palm of her hands into her eyes. Of course her brother would react like that. She was partially glad he wasn't over reacting and sending troops to attack Atem instead. She sat down on her seat, looking at the scroll with weary eyes. It was only the last few days of February and already she was beginning to feel more symptoms of her pregnancy. Her son was beginning to kick her even more now, and even her hips were beginning to ache.

She stood up, grabbing one of her shawls and walking around the palace. The day was surprisingly cool, and a nice breeze was blowing in from the south. She let it run through her dark hair, which was growing even longer with each passing day.

"Teana!"

She turned to see Tenionia running towards her, a grin on her sun kissed face. Teana smiled back, the shawl on her arms even tighter. "Yes, Tenionia?"

Tenionia took a deep breath before continuing her speech. "I just had an idea," she took another breath. "What if I could teach you how to cast charms? Maybe you have some magic in your blood."

Teana tilted her head, her eyes narrowed in thought. "I suppose we could try, but what if it doesn't work?"

"Then we'll try something else."

That brought a smile to her lips, but it soon fell. "What brought all this on?" she asked hesitantly. "Did something bad happen?"

Tenionia shook her head, placing her arms as if she were surrendering. "No," she started in a more even voice. "I just thought it might give us something to do. We don't have to start preparing for the baby to come yet, so I figured, why not learn some spells? And if we were ever attacked, we could defend ourselves."

It sounded reasonable enough. If they were attacked, they would not have enough guards to defend them. Teana was certain that the priests could defend themselves, but for how long? Teorna's army was strong, and everyone seemed to know that. "When should we start? she asked her friend. "My hips are killing me right now and I need to lie down."

"Let's start tomorrow."

"Sounds like a plan."


(Miles from the palace)

"How many men have we lost, Seto?"

Seto looked up from the scribe he was leaning over, his eyes hard as the arrow of one of their spears. "We've lost over five hundred men, including some from Greece," he tightened his fists. "The Teornian bastards have lost less than we have."

Atem looked troubled at that. "So how many have they lost?"

"Only around two hundred."

Mahad stepped forward, placing a hand on Seto's shoulder. "At least we won this battle, my friends," he reminded them firmly. "We should remember that."

Seto scoffed. "Don't get over confident, Mahad," he sneered. "We still have lost a lot of people. That bastard Amon is probably smug with satisfaction. I want to rip out his throat and..."

"Enough, Seto," Atem advised, though his voice held a warning in them. "Anger will not help us win this war. We need to remember all the innocent people we are fighting for."

"Whatever," Seto growled. He walked over towards the dead soldiers lying in a pile on the ground. He removed one of their swords, wiping the blood off the steel before handing them to one of the other soldiers. "Remove their weapons and burry them properly," he ordered. "They died honorably."

"Yes sir!"

Atem sighed, giving the dead ones a sad look before heading inside his own tent. He grabbed one of his scrolls, dipping his reed pen in ink before beginning to write his letter.

Pharaoh Atem,

My dear Tenionia, how have you been? I apologize that I have delayed my letter towards you, but between the fighting and shifting camps, there hasn't been much time for anything. The was war is progeressing surely, but slowly. I can tell our men are aching to return home, but have long accepted the fact that they may never see their families again. It makes my heart ache when I see the Grecian soldiers. They're so far from home and not many of them speak our language, so they look a little lost sometimes. They mainly keep to themselves or with their own group, but I try to make them feel welcomed.

But I will spare you the gory details of the fighting. How have you and the other's been? Teana's little boy must be growing bigger inside her everyday. I look forward to seeing all of you again. I hope the war hasn't been affecting you too much. I know it's your own people you're going against. A las, I cannot write for long. I long to see you again, my friend.

Egypt. February 28

Atem tied up the scroll and put it on a hawk. The bird took off into the night, leaving a very worn out Atem. He now wished the war would be over more than ever.


(Somwhere in Egypt, Unknown region)

"Bakura, we're awfully close to Teorna's border. Perhaps we should turn around and head towards the Pharaoh?"

Bakura glanced at Marik in irritation. His horse whinnied, stamping its hooves a little. He patted it reassuringly. "We're heading into Teorna, Marik. I'll tell you my reasons later."

Marik tilted his head. "Why later?"

Bakura rolled his eyes. "When I defeat the pharaoh, it will be us thieves. I won't allow some foreigners to come and take that chance away."

"So what are you going to do?"

Bakura grinned. "Turn their Queen's people against her."


(Teorna)

"My Queen, Lieutenant Amon is here to speak with you."

Zireria turned around from the scrolls she was reading when Amon walked in. She strode quickly towards him, embracing him gently. Amon grinned at her, giving her a quick kiss. "How have you been, my lady?"

"Bored," Zireria grumbled. "I've been researching new spells, but there's nothing of use to me just yet."

Amon grinned, looking down at the scrolls. Zireria had been teaching him the basics of her magic, but he was no where near as good as she was. He was still a beginner, or so she called him. Zireria headed back to her throne, sitting a top it with a look of ease. "Amon," she began coolly. "You lost the battle against the Pharaoh, didn't you?"

He nodded. "Yes, but they lost more people that we did. Now hopefully, they'll begin to be over confident in their abilities."

"And what if they don't? What do you plan to do then?"

Amon looked at the carvings on the throne, not meeting her eyes. "I do not know yet, My Queen," he noted the frosty look in her eyes, backing up slightly. "But I assure you, we will not let them win."

The frosty look vanished from her eyes as she leaned back. "Good. I don't want little Tenionia coming in here and demanding for me to get off the throne," she lightly tapped the arm rest with her hand. "The throne is mine."

Amon nodded. "Of course, My Queen."

Zireria seemed satisfied now, for she beckoned him to follow her. He did, realizing they were heading into one of her private rooms. She handed him something, stepping back. "It's time to continue your training. I'm going to teach you a spell that I learned after many years of practicing."

"What?"

She grinned. "You're still a beginner, but I think you might be able to do it," she looked at the object. "The thing in your hands is a wild animal. I want you to take its senses away."

He stared up at her with wide eyes. "What?"

"You heard me. Now, repeat after me: Isfet."

Amon stared at the object, looking at its innocent eyes. "Isfet," he commanded, and instantly, he began to see gray smoke coming from his hands. The animal began to squeal, but it soon stopped after the smoke engulfed its body. He watched as the animal stopped twitching, looking as if it were dead. Zireria looked pleased, repeating the same words. Black smoke came from her own hands, which clashed with his gray.

"How do I stop?"

She just smiled. "Lose your focus on it."

He did. The smoke vanished and the creature squealed before jumping out of his hands and running off. Zireria wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him softly. "I knew you could do it," she whispered against his lips. "You always make me proud."

Amon just swept her off her feet and carried her out of the room, causing her to laugh the whole way.


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