Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait in an update guys. My muse bunnies decided they wanted to leave for awhile, but hopefully they decide to stay for the rest of the year...^^;

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Merrilee scowled when she realized that it was Priest Seto walked into the room, looking less than pleased. She literally wondered what crawled up his ass and died.

She knew that back in her time she never really gotten along with his look-alike Seto Kaiba. In her defence he challenged her by saying that his briefcase was completely fireproof; so she decided to try it out. Apparently he didn't like it when his cards and casing engulfed in flames.

She barely registered his voice until almost the last second. "She is hails from the future,. what type of damage could she cause in this time?"

Her eyes narrowed, "No more than what you could possibly cause."

His hazel eyes shone darkly at her, he was not amused. Go figure. Without taking his eyes off of her he continued to speak. "I suggest that her training starts immediately so that her magic can be put under better control."

The Pharaoh held up his hand, "Alright, Seto. That is quite enough. Merrilee had enough of an adventure for one day, as I do agree that she needs to start her training right away, it is Mahad's decision whether or not she is to start. Mahad?"

"As it is true the longer you wait the less likely you can control your magic, but starting you after the shock you had just endured, it is best we wait at least a day or two."

Merrilee fought the urge to jump up and hug Mahad. She felt she had won a slight victory; though she had to admit she was more afraid of her so-called powers than what she wanted to believe. Could she really cause more harm if not kept in check?

Sighing heavily she headed towards her bag dumping her contents onto the bed her eyes scanned through her items; sunglasses, prescription glasses, Mp3 with 2 extra packs of batteries for both her cell-phone and Mp3, her cell phone, extra headphones, a few pens, erasers, pencils, her pink DS, a couple games, sunscreen, and her notepad.

She ignored the looks that she was receiving as she picked up her Mp3 and laid down on the bed. She, at the moment, couldn't care less if anyone was in the room, it was a very trying day and she wondered how her sanity was still intact. Turning the machine on, placed the buds in her ears before scrolling down to the album she wanted to listen to; One More Girl came on.

Yawning, she closed her eyes, listening to the music as she slowly drifted off into a dreamless state.

She groaned when she felt herself being forced awake. Opening her eyes slowly she saw the young girl from before. She stepped back quickly when she realized that Merrilee was awake. Looking around the room, she realized that the older girl before her had risen.

"I am sorry to disturb you, miss, but I have been instructed to attend to your burns."

Groggily she nodded her head in response. Sitting up she noticed just how sore her arms and back actually were when Amun started to carefully pull away the aloe soaked bandages. Each one clung to her skin as she closed her eyes and focusing her energy on whether or not her sisters were in Ancient Egypt or not. She hoped that they were okay; she smiled when she could see them going insane with not being able to talk to the locals.

And boy would they ever go nuts.

Rustling footsteps brought her out of her thoughts. Glancing to her right, she saw that Amun had gotten into a kneeling position, her head bowed. With curiosity she looked around the room until her eyes landed on the multi-coloured, pointy-haired Pharaoh. They young man entered the room as he told Amun to rise and to finish what she started with.

Merrilee watched as he sat down beside her, his eyes gazing her shoulders and part of her back that emanated heat and pain, he grimaced when she cringed when part of her burnt skin was pulled, Amun quickly apologizing.

"Don't worry about it, hon."

A few moments of silence passed before the Pharaoh cleared his throat, turning her attention to him he spoke quietly. "I came here to see if you would like to join us for the night time meal?"

As soon as the words left his mouth Merrilee's stomach growled. Her face flushed from embarrassment, she nodded, smiling slightly, "Uh, yeah...sure."

"Excellent, I shall wait until you are finished getting bandaged then we will head down to the kitchen."

She nodded, within a few minutes Amun had removed herself from her side, "I am finished, miss. Have a good supper."

"Thank you Amun." Both the Pharaoh and Merrilee replied in unison. Before she left, Merrilee slowly took off her zip-up t-shirt, setting on the bed as they both headed towards the kitchen, taking a little longer to head to the kitchen as the Pharaoh—who she found out was named Atem— told her stories about his ancestors and how they tried to restore peace to Egypt, each one of them gaining a place in the history. She was surprised after hearing a few names that she used to hear about and learn in History.

"So, in your time you learn about us? Why?"

"Because a lot of people are extremely fascinated the culture and how things were done. For example: the pyramids? We're not sure how they were built, so many far-fetched stories..."

"And what would those stories be?" Atem asked, his amethyst eyes shining with curiosity.

"That beings from another world came to Earth to build them."

A lone brow slowly rose into his hairline, "And...do you believe these?"

"Not a freaking chance."

"...Sort of like how you didn't believe that you were in the past?"

She sighed, "I'm starting to believe it now." She winced. "If not, my horrid sunburn should convince me quickly."

A slight chuckle escaped his lips as they continued down the hall. Merrilee had to admit, she didn't want to go down to the kitchen, and she was having a blast with the Pharaoh. He was nice enough to come get her, and talk to her about rulers before him; it was amazing. She wanted to dance on how people from the future would shit themselves if they realized that she traveled back in time and met a Pharaoh.

"We should probably make our way to the kitchen, my royal court must be wondering where we had gone, and if we didn't get lost."

"Oh, I would've gotten lost without you. Thank you for telling me about your people, customs, and your past rulers. It was quite fascinating." She smiled, "I would love to hear more...if it's alright with you."

He nodded, "Of course...but on one condition."

"Oh?" She asked, "And what's that?"

"Tell me about the future."

She smiled, "Deal!"