"Tefnut! Tefnut! Are You really going to go away and leave me!?"

In the early dawn of the morning as a child's voice rang throughout that silent halls to the figures of two woman bathed in Ra's light standing at the open doorway. The god Anubis stood beside the figure of a human woman, his dark rimmed eyes as bright and as shinning as the stars flashing towards the voice and frowned at the child clutching at the hem of her elder sister's clothing.

Dark gold eyes soon found there way to eyes as red as the foreign rose that were shimmering with deep emotion. The elders thin lip curling slightly as if to suppress an emotion. But one one would know since long dark strands of hair were hiding the curving lips well as she looked down at the child at her heels. Suddenly the bejeweled sword on her back had grown a lot heavier against her person. Her heart beat wildly against her thin chest, her breath grow cold.

"Were you going to leave me so soon...!?" the child said looking up at her elder already bearing the marks of a warrior in her seeable body and once again burying herself into the silky clothing. She should not be acting like this and she knew it, but it was just too hard! At that moment the sound of naked feet hitting the smooth floor could be heard and a moment later a dark haired woman hurried out into the brisk desert dawn and grabbed the child careful as to not tear the carefully stitched farewell gift the child had gripped so tightly.

Anubis frowned slightly at the child's impudence. How could such a person such as a warrior of Ra have such a sister like this?

"Stop being so impudent!" the woman hissed as she took her by the hand and led her back to bed. "To be a warrior to the God king is an honor that no one has been able to preform since his light came into being by the nameless God Queen countless millennia ago! Even Isis has told her herself that he has never had such a worthy warrior as in her. Be pound and do not make this any harder for your elder sister or your mother!"

The child sniffed sadly, staring up at her mother's angry yet cracked with grief face. Her time with her sister had been too short. Why did she have to go away from her so soon?

"Sekhmet..."

Nothing but the sound of her elder sister's voice could make the child feel calm again. As she stood in the doorway to her small room she felt as if time was forever still as she looked into the golden eyes rimed with ceremonial black mascara that made the elder's eyes look like the sun of Ra itself. The woman moved to one side and bowed low to the one entering the room.

"Mother... Please. This does not change who I am to you... To you I am still your sloppy pottery making daughter..."

Molten gold met light gold that soon melted away and sighed.

"I never thought your creations gifted by Khnum were at all sloppy..."

The woman Tefnut allowed herself a slight smile at her mother's attempt to lighten the mood, thinking of the lopsided, shapeless excuses for vases now sitting in the window for all to see the work a Warrior had laid their hands on and looked away respectfully form her mother and towards her younger sister. Golden eyes grey heavy thinking of events deep in the past in reminiscent of their old lazy days at the nile letting Sobek's power wash their day away and to the times when she had watched Sekmet's young eyes widened in awe as the nile slowly filled the banks before their very eyes as Hapy brought about the innudation. She strode forward to her sister who fidgeting on the bed trying to think of something to make her elder stay. Tefnut took the long sheathed sword from her back and held it out to the child on the bed.

"Here... Touch one of the jewels..."

Sekmet looked at her mother and then at her sister and then with shaking fingers touched the center most red jewel. She felt not the coldness that night usual bought to objects but a warm feeling that flooded throughout her entire being.

"They were engraved into the hilt by Ra himself the very moment they came out of the Smith gods fire... They are forever filled with his warmth... the warmth of his sun... They give you a courage of a goddess and fill you with the happiness of Hathir, no?"

"...Yes, elder sister..."

"Then younger sister... you must accept this, for both our hearts to ease from what life has done to us. I have brought a great ceremony upon this family. So please... you must bear it all like a sword, sharp and quick. Do not cause your eyes to water, this will not be a permanent goodbye. I will visit you whenever I can... Every moment I can find the time. Through any dust storm, through every one thousand breaths you take... Through every hundred years you grow... Think of this day and be full of the God Queen who created the order of the worlds and the king who fills it with life, but do not forget to honor the countless other gods as well, even the strays..."*

"I... I will..."

Sekemt felt the top of her head become warm under her sister's hand that ruffled the sleep tossed ivory black hair.

"That is a good little sister... Always remember to honor your mother for she has gone through so much to bring you into this world..."

Sekmet nodded again; "I will."

Tefnut smiled softly at her dear sister and slowly pulled her hand away from the silky hair turned and bowed to the honored woman who she had brought vast amounts of wasted hours to for long months before and after her birth and again at this very moment. She gave one last long look at the small four year old girl on the bed and left to join a now very impatient Anubis back at the door stepping out into the golden sands blowing in the wind against her as if edging her forwards away from the only home she had known for sixteen long years behind her. The sun of Ra wrapping around her as she left drying to tears that were appearing in her eyes.

Sekhmet remained on the bed for a good few hours afterwards as the sun filled the open window above her bed, her honored mother not possessing the heart to tell her to get up and do her morning chores. She lay there on folded knees under the blankets that her sister had placed upon her head still unmoved as she held the hand that had touched the jewels where there warmth did not leave the younger sister's finger tips looking at nothing but the tips of them.

Her resolve now set the young child faced the days without her sister at her side. The people now looked at her differently, even the adults. No longer were she and her mother just another two beings that were allowed to be in the God kings own world and treated no differently like everyone else anymore. From this point on they were now the sister and mother of the Warrior of Ra. From this day and every hundred years they lived on afterwards, even when Sekhmet would bare children they would know and be recognized for it as well. The citizens now never failed to bow low to the ground to her and her mother whenever they went into the town like they were a pair of visiting goddess' from another world. There were some who even bartered with her mother for her sister's 'pots'. Girls and boys alike shyly asked if they could hold Sekhmet's hand and walk along the nile. Young adults taught her the names of the countless Goddess' and gods of other worlds and what they had created and how to honor them as well as her own family. Adults watched her carefully but she (like everyone else) was without fear of prey.

True to her word her sister always visited her whenever she could. As Sekmet grew older she silently vowed that she would join her sister at Ra's side and thinking her body in the image of a Goddess when she became a warrior.

There came a day at least two thousand years form this tender moment when her elder sister would no longer have the sword on her person. The young woman would never have time to ask where she had put it... For a dark storm was brewing hidden in the shadows of Ra's light.

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Athoris' blood red eyes snapped open as the ghost of a solemn faced girl that danced in his minds eyes. She had looked so sad... And yet he wished he had the resolve on her face.

But he breathed in the hot air of mid morning and the image soon faded like the water from the nile through a child's ever entrapping fingers.

A sudden movement caught his eyes and he looked up seeing a woman in a white dress and a solider looking at him. The priestess Isis looked at him through light blue eyes the neckless on her neck glowing slightly. He looked around the large room seeing that he was in the palace infirmary and seeing that he was half laying on a hard bed, his chest was bare and wrapped in a bandage that were still leaking blood through the tight bindings. A memory of what felt like years ago flashed before his eyes that widened between his fingers.

And there was a pain stung at his heart that he knew could not be from these wound.

"That Bakura... is he dead? Is the King safe?"

Isis looked at him and smiled at his question, and then turned back and nodded to the guard who bowed and left the room, leaving the priestess alone in the room with nothing but the boy in the bed. There eyes locked for a single moment. The Millennium necklace glinting in the sun's rays.

"The King of Egypt had gone to seek guidance form Ra who he is an avatar of and has asked to be informed the moment your regained conciseness..."

"Avatar?"

"Unlike you he was not born from a woman... He was created by Ra as well as his father and every one before him to protect his corrupted world..."

At that moment a shadowless figure moved from the doorway and into the room, red eyes looking directly at the one at the bed.

"Pharaoh!"

Atem looked at the sister of Tefnut reborn in male flesh and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"We found you half buried in the desert sands.. Heavily battle scared... But you fought well. You managed to weaken him enough for us to stop him in his mad scheme... You have my thanks..."

"I am honored, your majesty... This is beyond what I deserve from you... A child who threw away his family... Even if they were nothing but thieves..."

"Though that is true that you threw you family aside one cannot blame you for it. They were ones who were filled with the sin that Ra has forbade... However, they were nothing is not misguided in what they were thinking. One can only hope that they can learn from it as they are being eaten alive for their sin..."

Sekhemt looked up at Ra from the bed.

"Majesty..."

"Pharaoh! The Princess of Greece Eirene has arrived at the palace this moment!"

Atem turned to the guard and tutted in annoyance at the guards abrupt timing.

"We will talk later, shadow," he said, and with a swish of his cape he swiftly left the room behind him. Leaving the occupant in the bed alone with his thoughts and hiding his somewhat bashful face.

Isis looked at the one on the bed and chuckled slightly before following the King out of the room a single slender shadow stretching across the hallway. In a room a golden eyed man lay as if he were dead a bandage covering the right side of his face.

Out many miles away in the deserts sand upon a blood stained underground cavern a dark ancient power pulsed and waited silently.

If you are wondering what Tefnut meant when she told her sister to 'worship even the strays' read The White and Grey Goddess.'

Secondly, Guest-san, what did you mean by that review?

Thirdly, I bet you're wondering that since Atem was not born why he even needs Eirene. Well you'll just have to wait until next chapter to find out.

And lastly, If I even knew my Ancient Egyptian history I would know that Sekhmet was the fearsome warrior Goddess (that someone on Tumblr had posted Takahashi had based past Seto to be the priest of, or something along those lines) and Tefnut was the Goddess of Water dew, and rain, or something...

Gods... That power sounds so tragically boring. But then again it is in a desert so...

(Off topic somewhat but I don't care) Has anyone else seen Noragami yet?