Hi everyone! I have updated once again, as you can see. :3 This chapter is all about Mana and Kisara's classes that will be starting out. I would like to thank Aqua girl 007 for pointing out the three thousand years to me instead of it being five thousand, thanks for that.

Now, as for people hoping that Atem and Anzu will get together soon, I'm just going to give you a little heads up that this will be realistic. Meaning over the span of two or three chapters they will not fall in love. With this story I wanted to slowly build Anzu and Atem's relationship with each other. So this story will be twenty chapters long. (or more, it depends on some stuff. cough*school*cough) So it will be a long story. (Yay!) My fingers, dead. Be grateful. Lol!

Soo . . . let's get this chapter started!

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The Fountain of Time

Chapter 7

Anzu flopped down on the extremely large bed, extremely large as in, bigger than her mother's king size mattress, but despite its size, it still felt like lying on a cloud. Awesomeness! "This is the greatest bed I have ever rested on." She sighed. Mana and Kisara were standing in their sister's new room, slightly shocked. Kisara turned to Atem.

"This is Anzu's room? Like, no sharing?" she squeaked.

Atem grinned. "No sharing."

"Our rooms are going to be just like this?" Mana said, still gawking.

"Indeed."

Kisara fidgeted and nudged Mana. The sixteen year-old looked up and saw Kisara giving her a pleading look. Something she understood. "Uh, could Kisara and I share a room together?"

Atem nodded. "I see why not."

"Thanks." They bother murmured softly. Atem blinked before he smiled. These two were almost like the softer versions of his two sisters. Mana had her peppy side and yet there was something huggable about the girl.

"Your room is right across from Anzu's." he said. Mana skipped out the door to the other side of the hall and opened the door.

"Wow! This is so cool, Kisara!" He watched as Kisara left to join her little sister. Chuckling, he turned to Anzu.

"When will you start giving me my lessons?" he asked.

"Tomorrow." She said, sitting up. "But you have to get you royal duties done first. I'm not going to start a lecture and then suddenly someone comes in with something really important that you forgot to do." She said. "Also, where do you want me to teach?"

Atem paused before shrugging. "The garden sounds fine to me. It's always quiet there."

"Alright then." She said, stretching out as he left. Tena appeared then from out of no where and gracefully jumped onto the bed, purring as she snuggled up against Anzu's side. "He's hurting." She said after a few minutes slipped by.

"I was wondering when you would see that, Anzu." A very familiar voice said. Blue eyes looked into cat green eyes.

"Hello Lady Bastet."

The goddess grinned. "Anzu," she nodded her head in greeting. "I was wondering when you would see it, how long did it take you?" the cat goddess asked curiously.

"It took a while, but towards the end when he had to go to bed I noticed his eyes looked pained, as though he'd rather sleep with the servants than in his own bed."

The goddess nodded. "He still sleeps within the very room that Queen Tey died in."

Anzu made a face. "That's morbid shit." She muttered. "Hope you don't mind my deal."

The goddess's brow rose. "Yes, the one where your sisters would become the students of their . . . now what do you call them in the future?"

"Crushes?"

The goddess snapped her fingers. "Yes, with their crushes." She chuckled. "I find it will bring me great amusement while you remain here."

They feel silent before Anzu spoke again. "Did Tey like the garden?"

"Yes."

"Let me guess, she liked every inch of it and spent almost all her time there."

"You would be correct." The goddess said. Anzu groaned and punched her pillow.

"What a fucking idiot! Why did he agree to the freaking garden if it was so hard for him?! Ugh, I seriously doubt his logic." She muttered and reached for Tena's ear. "Do the people believe the earth is round or flat?" she asked the goddess in an off-hand manor.

The goddess snorted. "It is a sphere, obviously."

'No shit Sherlock.' Anzu thought sourly. "Okay. That'll make things a bit easier for me."

"Do remember that this is the eighteenth dynasty. In this time it is believed that the world is square."

"Never mind, did Atem grow up hearing this all the time?" she asked.

"No, his father wanted him to concentrate on other things." Bastet said. Anzu sighed and felt like hitting something. She was going to have fun teaching him.

"Before you leave to wherever you go, Bastet . . ."

"Yes?"

"Could you possibly wiggle that finger of yours around and make a space in the garden that's . . . Tey free?" The goddess blinked for a moment before she understood what the young woman was asking her to do.

"Yes."

"Thanks." Anzu yawned and snuggled under the covers. She was beat, tired, and her cheeks hurt just a little bit. Probably because she was grinning a lot but oh well. "Tena," she muttered tiredly. "You make a great foot warmer." The cheetah responded with a yawn and more snuggling. "I love you too."


Atem was deep in sleep until he was suddenly flipped from his comfortable bed. He looked up to see Anzu staring down at him, her eyes glittering with amusement. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Ready to start your kingly duties so we can get on with our lessons?"

He was still in shock. Never had he been treated this way. "I . . ."

"Come on, get up and get ready." She said. "Or do I have to strip you and dress you up myself?" she teased, hands on hips. Atem blushed and quickly got up as Anzu left. He quickly dressed, putting his jewelry on, and then grabbing his cape he left his room, slightly flustered. Anzu was waiting for him, leaning against the wall. He was a bit . . . surprised. It was a dress like his sisters wore, but there were some differences. The front was short cut to her knees while the back of the dress was loose and long. She was adorned in gold finery, making her look very much like a royal.

"I see the servants got to you." He said, making Anzu snort.

"Yeah, after they practically tied me down to get this stuff on." she said, pointing to her face that had makeup on. "So, since you'll be learning from me about the world, you teach me about being King." Atem blinked, a brow rising.

"You want to learn how to rule?"

"Sure, I've always wanted to know the lessons you Pharaohs of Egypt go through." She said as Tena, her almost ever present companion, came up next to them.

He nodded. "So be it." He waved his hand for her to follow and she did so closely. The palace was still half asleep, making Anzu feel just a little bit guilty.

"Did I wake you up too early?" she asked.

"No, I used to wake up this early but lately . . . the bed has been a little more comfortable than life itself." His words made her smile, a small tender one, as if she knew what he meant.

"Yeah, but that usually means something is pulling you to bed, in other words, depression."

Atem tipped his head to the side. "What is this . . . depression?"

"It's a condition almost anyone can get with the right amount of . . . things happening. You might be experiencing some minor depression but not something so serious."

"What are the symptoms?" he asked.

"No interest in the things you used to like, can't stand socializing, and the more like things." She said with a shrug.

"Pharaoh!?" a shocked and surprised gasp came from behind them. They looked over to see a slightly old man who was bald covered in white clothing. "Ah, Ani, how are you?" Atem asked.

The scribe walked up. "My Pharaoh . . . I have not seen you up this early since . . ." the scribe trailed off and paled before looking away. Atem sighed and placed a hand on the scribe's shoulder.

"I know, Ani. I am sorry for my absence." He said softly. "This, I am sure you have heard, is Anzu, the one who actually managed to get me up." He smiled. Anzu grinned and gave a small wave.

"Hi." She said.

The scribe gave his own smile. "Hello, My Lady." The scribe led the way into the room where he began to catch Atem up with how his people were doing. Anzu sat there silently, eagerly taking in the information. For a normal teenager this stuff might not be all that interesting, but for Anzu, this was something that had always interested her. The golden light of the sun made her look out the window.

She smiled. Mana and Kisara were probably getting up now, or they were already up.


Mana was still in bed, dressed while Kisara was taking a bath. The servants had shocked them both but it was a bit worse for her since she'd been in the bath before Kisara. Mana was used to bathing by herself with no one helping but getting passed the awkwardness of the situation Mana had found it surprisingly . . . relaxing. The servants loved . . . well, serving. It was obvious that Atem took care of his palace servants and allowed no abuse to them.

'I would be happy to serve too if I was treated right.' Mana had to admit to herself. "My Lady." A soft voice drifted from behind her. Mana looked over to see three servant girls, they had to be only fourteen.

"Uh?" she said smartly.

"You need to be dressed before Priest Mahado comes to take you to his classes." Mana nodded and fought to hug the girl, seriously these girls were huggable.

Standing up, Mana merely held still like she did when taking a bath as the girls decked her out. Like the bath, really weird but at the same time oddly cool? Comforting? Something of a combination of the two she guessed. Once she was covered in the white fabric that felt like silk almost, the three girls started to clip on the jewelry. Cuffs, necklaces, and several rings now adorned her.

Mana was then sat down as one of the girls brought out a makeup kit. She mentally cringed. Sure, she enjoyed making herself pretty from time to time but she didn't put a lot of makeup on and that was what the Egyptians were known for, making themselves look pretty.

The girl, Abana, Mana had discovered her name, opened up the box. One of the girls pulled out a polished silver mirror while Abana pulled out a brush and carefully worked at her eyes, plucking hair from her eyebrows, and lipstick, which was thankfully a faint pinkish color. Abana, now satisfied, took the silver mirror from the other girl and gave it to Mana.

Mentally she gasped. Her earth green eyes popped now. Anzu had said that even a little bit of makeup could bring out the beauty in some girls, but the Egyptians had this makeup thing down considering they made her look like a supermodel of sorts.

Abana got up to opened the door when someone had knocked to reveal the Priest Mahado. Great, just what she needed. Looking pretty in front of her crush. Ugh! He blinked several times before he gave her a small smile. "Are you ready?" he asked.

'As in ready to eat you alive? Totally.' She nodded and grabbed her wand that Bastet had given her. "Can I bring this?"

He nodded. "Yes, that way I do not need to provide you one." He said. Mana followed him, her insides shaking. 'Calm down, Mana!' she scolded herself. Someone bumped up against her leg, making her look down to see Kasmut.

"Hope you don't mind Kasmut coming with." She said. Mahado looked over his shoulder and smiled.

"Kasmut may go with you if she wishes to."

Mana smiled brightly. "Thanks!" she said brightly, not noticing Mahado look away quickly. Why did his King have to put him up with this young woman? Atem knew of his slight crush on this girl and he knowingly put her with him. It was the same with Seto, of course, Seto was probably doing a few more things as he did not have a large amount of students to teach. "So, question." She said, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Yes?"

"If I have a lot of magic can it like . . . overload and hurt me?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky.

Mahado turned to her. He knew what she was asking but for someone of her youth to have that amount of magic to overload and harm her was . . . well, it was not impossible, but then again it was something that rarely happened. "Do you believe you have that much magic?" he asked.

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you." She pointed out. Mahado paused before he sighed.

"I'll teach you some extra spells if you are that frightened."

"Thanks." She mumbled. By now she was hearing voices, girly voices. Mana looked up to see what looked to be aristocrat Egyptians. All girls and all very pretty. They looked to Mahado and Mana could easily see the dreamy obsessed looks, but one, obviously the leader, was not that easily distracted because her brown eyes flickered to Mana.

'You could go back to ignoring me, you know.' Mana thought. "Master Mahado," the leader of the group said in a very sickly sweet voice that was so obviously fake Mana felt like smacking the girl. "Who is this?"

"A new student of mine." He said and lead Mana to where the starters were. She easily connected to them and seconds later she was getting tips on how to help bring out her magic. One of the students, Samira, was already one of her fast friends.

"You are quite magic adept, Mana. I am surprised that the Seekers did not find you earlier."

"Seekers?" Mana asked, tipping her head to the side.

One of the girls answered. "They find potential magicians."

"Oh . . . so could someone tell me about those girls over there?" Mana pointed using her eyes. The girls seemed to know who she was talking about immediately.

"That is Maut." Samira said softly, but there was an angry look in her eyes. "She is one of the Royal Nobles."

"I thought there was only the noble class."

"The Royal Nobles are like a class above the nobles but not above the Pharaoh's command. Maut is being groomed by her family to marry someone important."

"It would be worse if she married Pharaoh Atem." All the girls shivered.

"I think she's going after Master Mahado." Mana said. The beginners blinked.

"Why do you think that?" Samira asked, naturally curious.

"Have you not noticed how she acts around him?" Mana whispered. "It's like a lion watching its prey. No offense Kasmut." She said to her lion companion who just yawned and went back to watching the people around her. The other girls blinked before they carefully observed Maut. A minute later they all looked away, pale.

"I . . . I did not see this . . ." Samira whispered. "But even if Master Mahado does see through Maut, he will not make her leave the class unless she does something . . . evil."

Mana sighed. "Well I hope she doesn't do anything to me. I mean, I haven't done anything to her." Samira looked away as the small group fell silent. Mana felt a chill go down her spine. Great, Maut was one of those girls. "She already has done something, hasn't she?"

Samira nodded. "I was about to go into the advanced class, something Maut cannot even do, so she framed me by attacking herself with a spell. He believed her and I was set back a class."

Mana felt her eye twitch at the injustice and then she suddenly felt very sorry for Maut. She wouldn't say anything, but if Maut started bulling her and Anzu caught wind of it, there was no helping the girl, not even spells would keep Maut safe. It made her think about Robby Dobbs, a boy who had been an idiot enough to mess with her. Robby Dobbs decided it would be funny to steal her underwear and hang it in front of the school. Mana had been mortified that day, especially with the sign that came with it.

'Nice underwear Mana Mazaki!'

Kids laughed, but Anzu screamed in outrage, silencing everyone in the hallway laughing at her. When Anzu demanded to know who did this, Robby didn't even hide and the poor kid received the beating of his life. The principle was angry but when events were explained, Anzu only received three days of OSS while Robby got twenty days of OSS. It was simple to say that he'd learned his lesson.

Maut walked up to the small group and smiled, one filled with poison. "Mana, right?" she asked. "Would you like to join me for the evening?"

"Sorry," Mana said quickly. "I'm eating with Pharaoh." The whole room fell silent, Mahado was watching her with surprised eyes but Mana was only aware of Maut's angry glare.

~o~

"Why did you say that?" Mahado asked as they left the class. Mana walked away with a new beginner's spell book so she could practice and some new friends.

Enemies too.

Mana shrugged. "I . . . Maut doesn't feel . . . nice not to mention she was giving Samira some dirty looks."

"I do not blame Maut for that. Samira attacked her."

Mana rolled her eyes. "I don't believe that." She said confidently, back straight. Mahado stopped.

"You do not?"

"No, Samira . . . she was the first to open up to me, to help me with my spells. If Maut was as kind as you claim her to be, and I can see it in your eyes so don't lie to me, she would have stepped forward and helped me get situated."

Mahado blinked. It was a logical thought, there was no hesitance and Mana was serious. Over the course of the day he had discovered that the girl was naturally bubbly and always offered a smile, so he could tell that she was not throwing something out there just to get away from Maut. "And if you are wrong?"

She laughed; it was a surprisingly one full of sarcasm. "Please, let me tell you something. Where I come from, I've seen a lot of teens like her, and they all have one goal in mind."

"And what is that?"

"They want to suck a guy's dick."

Mahado chocked on his own spit. "Excuse me?" he gasped. He understood what she had said, what she had meant, but he wanted to hear it to believe it.

Mana gave him a horrified look. "Could you not tell?! She was practically rubbing up against you every chance she got; she was like a freaking cat in heat!"

Mahado rolled his eyes. "You just got here today and already you judge?"

"Judge?!" she screeched. "Judge! I'd call it observing." She grabbed his hand and pulled him to an empty room in the hall. Mana yelled to see if anyone was in the room, with no response, she pushed him into a chair. "Welcome, Master Mahado to the reenactment of your day."

She grabbed a blank scroll. "Act one! Oh, I accidentally dropped a scroll!" she sneered and dropped it right between his feet. Mana crouched down on her knees as she gave Mahado a sly smile. "So sorry, Master Mahado." She said in the sickly sweet voice that sounded a lot like Maut's voice. Mahado blushed heavily, suddenly those acts he had seen as innocent before when he was busy did not look so innocent when Mana did them. "Act two! Oh, I tripped in your lap!" Mana spun around, perfectly executing Maut's fall. When she landed in his lap, all she did was give him a shy smile that instantly had him scrambling to get up.

"Enough!"

"But what about the time she brushed her hand on your chest or your ass?" Mana yelled back. Mahado was at a loss for words. So far Mana had been correct in her reenactment of the young Royal Noble. Those acts and her past acts were suddenly right out there.

He took a deep breath and glared. "Enough."

Mana threw her hands up in the air, giving up, for now though. "Fine, be a stupid stubborn jerk!" she stepped on his foot and marched off, leaving Mahado to nurse his now sore foot. 'Worst part, I still like him! What. The. Fuck?!'

Mahado was thinking much along the same lines.


When Mana had left for the rest of the day, Kisara, now dressed and cleaned, with some help, which was a different experience, she walked around looking at the walls, wondering what they said, what secrets were carved into these great walls. She was thinking about her classes she would have. Kasmut had followed Mana, leaving Kisara alone to her thoughts.

She found herself in the garden right by the small pool filled with water lilies. Sitting down, Kisara gave a gentle yank and pulled one out. She cleaned it, checked it for bugs and then put it in her hair, tucking it right behind her ear. 'Perhaps I could meditate for a while. Mother had showed me not too long ago.' Kisara thought as she crossed her legs and closed her eyes. Slowly she felt her body relax as her mind cleared.

There was a light flickering behind her eyes, something white with blue eyes maybe? Reaching further into herself, Kisara reached out for her soul, to find herself in this time travel mess she was in. It felt good, to kind of connect to herself again. She was so deep into meditating that she didn't even notice the approaching person.

~o~

Seto was slightly annoyed when he could not find his new 'student'. So he was forced to ask around until he heard the word garden by one of the servant girls. So he walked out to see Kisara, sitting there by the small pool with a water lily in her hair. She certainly looked like royalty but she was decorated in more silver than gold, matching with her pale complexion.

He walked forward and as he got closer he realized that she was meditating. Good, that was actually a good start to finding her Ka. Quietly he sat down in front of her, but not to close so he would not startle her. Her breathing was even and her posture was completely relaxed. That changed when her breath hitched a bit, making her eyes flutter open.

"I was wondering who was sitting in front of me." She said in that soft voice she had, one that he would only associate with her. "Hello, Priest Seto." She said kindly.

"Kisara." He nodded.

She paused for a moment before speaking. "So . . . what's the first step in finding my Ka?"

"What you were doing, meditating. Once you are able to connect to your soul room you will have a better chance discovering what your Ka is." He said.

Kisara nodded but found she couldn't meditate again. So she spoke. "What is your Ka?" she asked.

Seto shrugged and closed his eyes as a soft glow surrounded him. Kisara was surprised when a bright flash of light blinded her for a few seconds before it disappeared. Kisara looked up to see a very large figure of dark blue and black with oddly shaped wings. "This is Duos." Seto said. Kisara blinked several times before getting up and walking closer. What would happen if she touched him?

"Could I . . . touch him?" she asked curiously.

Seto nodded, not seeing a problem. Kisara touched Duo's arm. He felt solid like any other human and yet under the armor or skin, she couldn't really tell, she felt a hum of energy. She looked up to see Duos staring down at her, of course, she couldn't see his eyes which made it kind of creepy, his big sword wasn't making her feel comfortable either. "Surprised?" Seto asked after a while.

"Umm, sort of, I didn't expect him to be solid like a human." She said, turning to the priest. Seto stood up and Duos disappeared.

"It depends on the power and the will of someone. Your sister Mana, once she advances enough, will find her own Ka. You are in a slightly different position then her so it might take you a little longer to find your Ka then it will for Mana."

"Oh." Kisara said. "Does Anzu have one too?"

Seto nodded. "Of course, though considering her personality and abilities, it would probably be a warrior type."

Kisara tipped her head to the side and made a split second decision. She would flirt with him, just to see . . . "What Ka type do you think I have?" She watched as he blinked for e few seconds before he actually seemed to ponder her question.

"Something light . . ." it looked like he was about to say something else when he blushed and immediately scratched the back of his head. "Sometimes you cannot know what type a person will have." He said quickly. His embarrassment made her grin just a little. She was about to ask why he was so red in the face when a guard came up, probably to report something.

Seto sighed. "We have to cut this short, something is going on in the village and it seems I must take care of it." He growled. "Meditate." He commanded.

Kisara bowed her head. "Yes sir." She said softly and watched as he left. Since class was cut short, she went back to her room she shared with Mana. It took a while but she went back to meditating, trying to discover what this soul room Seto had been talking about when the door slammed open. Kisara squeaked and fell off the bed.

Peeking over she saw Mana huff onto the bed, Kasmut was with her, looking rather worried for the girl. "What happened to you?" Kisara asked in English, just in case someone was listening considering there was probably a lot of secret passage ways in this place.

Mana threw up her hands in complete frustration. "I was trying to make my new teacher see the real side of his pupil, Maut." She sneered at the name before flopping down on the bed, glaring at the ceiling.

Kisara could hear the anger and surprisingly, hate too. "Want to talk about it?" she asked.

Mana sat up. "I made this new friend, her name it Samira and she's really nice. Anyway, she was supposed to go into one of those advanced classes but Maut attacked herself and then blamed it on Samira, making her go back to the starter classes. Trust me, Kisara. If you saw this girl you would hate her just as much as I do and everyone else. I even believe her little group of followers hate her secretly too." Kisara blinked at the rush of information.

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, we have to have dinner with Atem because I told Maut, to get out of her invitation to spend the evening with her that, that I was going to eat with him and whatnot." She paused for a lengthy moment before speaking again. "Was that a stupid move?"

Kisara shrugged. "Nope, not to me. I would have probably done the same thing."

Mana sighed but paused when she heard voices, very familiar voices. Atem and Anzu. Both Mana and Kisara sprang up and opened the door just before the two passed. Of course instead of stopping the two, they ran into them.


Atem had gone through and interesting day. From going to hear about his kingdom, teaching Anzu how to read his language and then being told that the world as he knew it, was actually round, not square. At first he didn't believe her but when she started to explain things carefully to him, the pieces of what she was saying fit into place. She then taught him about the continents, while grumbling that they might be in different positions then what she was used to knowing, which prompted the conversation about the world, Earth, as she liked to call it, being alive.

It was all so interesting, but oddly enough, some of the things she said made sense. She also showed him where Egypt was located using a toy ball with strange lines drawn on it. It shocked him just how small his world was compared to the world she was showing him. He had always been aware of the countries he traded with like Mesopotamia and the Nubian people, but he had no idea just how small they were. His world had been opened up, and was now expanding rapidly thanks to Anzu.

The lesson had happened in the part of a garden he'd never seen before, a place that didn't have Tey's touch of hand in the planting of flowers. It had lightened his mood considerably.

As they drifted through the hallways they were in no way prepared when the door to Kisara and Mana's room was opened up and all four of them collided and sent to the floor, Anzu and Atem staring at Kisara and Mana in shock while the other two did the same thing. "Wow . . ." Anzu said. "Umm, I was only gone for most of the day you guys, no need to go crazy."

Mana scrambled over, still on the floor to sit in front of Atem. "Sorry, but uh, I need to ask for a favor."

One of Atem's brows shot up. "Yes?"

"Can we have dinner with you?" She asked. Atem and Anzu shared a look before turning back to Mana.

"Why?" they asked together.

Mana sighed and pulled them into her room and explained her day. Atem of course understood immediately when she mentioned Maut. "I personally don't blame you for it." He said. "Maut it spoiled. Her father is my cousin from my father's side. I did warn him and so had Itet." He sighed.

Kisara blinked. She'd heard that name before. "Who's Itet?"

"My father's sister. She was my grandfather's only daughter and since he only had three children in total, he made sure they were all educated before letting them out in the world. She is well forgotten by most people but those looking for a way into the royal family know her and her importance. Thankfully her husband is not all that interested in taking the throne."

"Is all your family like that? They just leave you to do the leading?" Anzu asked, finding it slightly unfair.

Atem shrugged. "I was young when I defeated a power hungry lord, I then brought people into a golden age and that tends to make people rather happy with their Pharaoh."

Anzu growled. "And it also puts the weight of running a land on a young man's shoulders."

"Life." Atem said. "I actually like it. It gives me something to do and I enjoy the political games. No one has beat me in a game before, in which I received my other title, King of Games, so things got boring but when I was introduced into politics, it was like an endless game. I would like to trade with this country but how do I do that without angering another country which I have traded with for a long time? Endless possibilities and situations that I must think through." He said.

Anzu blinked. She'd always wondered, out of sheer curiosity, what made a good king, a good king. She'd gotten her answer without having to ask. Someone who looked at both sides and carefully plotted out how to do the things he had to do. Her mother had said there was a reason the people had given Atem the title of Great Pharaoh, and this was why.

She leaned back and sighed. "Well, right now we have to play dinner politics, so I would suggest we get to work on that." She looked at Atem. "Time to find out what your cousins like to eat."

Atem nodded. "Family politics." He groaned. "Yay."

Anzu elbowed him with a grin. "At lest you have us to keep you company."

He smiled. "True that."


So now we have Maut in the mix of things who seems to like Mahado. Kisara will get an enemy of her own, not to worry. Oh this is going to take some time.

I actually had this chapter done two days earlier but I was waiting for someone to update their stories. (You know, just to let someone update their stories before I update again, to kind of share. I know, I'm weird but that's just me.) But no one updated so I was like, "well okay then..." I hope you guys loved this chapter very much and I will work to start on my next chapter!

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