T.D.K- O.k, finally here it is! The next chappy of Mummy! So, this could be considered a filler, but if anyone noticed Anubis's words when he put Atem to sleep and Megan's before she opened the door, it gets explained.
Atem- My father-daughter relationship with Megan gets a whole new level.
Yugi- Yep.
T.D.K- I no own, no one sue. I own Name and Megan, no use without permission, please.
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Atem was the first to climb down through the hole Megan had pointed out. There were lit torches lining the room. It was some kind of ritual room, there was a large stone table. The Pharaoh's blood eyes spoted a black stain on the floor.
Marik climbed down as he went to investigate the stain. The curator helped the girl down. She laid her hand on the wall, feeling the hiroglyphs underneath. "This is the temple-room to Anubis, the city's patron god." She told them as she read the hirogyphs in the dim light.
"Then this stain must be my blood from when Anubis put me to sleep. He used enchanted poison and bit me in his snake form. I had laid Yugi's body on this altar."
Megan gave Atem a one armed hug. "Father, that's the altar I perched on in my dream. I remember the mural behind it." The trio turned to gaze at the mural. It was in the shape of a pyramid. Seated at the top was a carving of Megan, a third eye carved into her forehead. On the left was Atem, dressed in his battle armor. At the right sat Yugi, in the clothing he had worn during court.
"The three sides. I never really knew what it meant, even though I always thought about it to myself." Atem's eyes widened. Anubis had metioned something to that effect before putting him to sleep.
"The Oricle, the way of the future. The Pharaoh, the way of the past. The Light Prince, the way of the present." Marik read under each figure. "The three sides, I don't get what you're supposed to be."
"Simple, Tomb Gardian." Came a male voice form behind them. The trio turned, spotting the man that had given Megan the warning. His amber gaze was steady as he looked at them. The unusual seafoam hair was tied back at three places into a loose ponytail. "They are human representaions of time.
"The Pharaoh guarded the ancient tradions of the kingdom as a storyteller does with stories. The Oricle guards the many different possible futures. The Light Prince brings both into the here and now. Each balances the other two. The pyramid shape was choosen because the future is shaped by the present and past." He finished his explaining and bowed.
"Forgive me, but I felt that I had better explain the mural. I am Dartz, my Pharoah. My daughter is the one I warned you about. She dragged me here, expecting that you'd find your way back here. My dear Tea was right.
"I didn't want to see my daughter commit murder once again. Yes, my daughter was Telena."
"Telena wasn't even one of my faveorites. She always whined and complained about everything, even before Yugi and I met." Atem's voice wasn't disdainfull at all. In fact it was the nutral voice he'd used as Pharaoh. "Where is she anyhow?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen her for two days. This City of the Dead is very large, my Pharaoh. Even you should be aware of its many passageways and tunnels." They turned at a sound near Dartz's right. A young woman, probably Yugi's age, walked into the dim light. Her brunette hair framed her face and her blue eyes gazed lustfully at Atem.
Megan stepped in front of him, blocking the older female's veiw. She had never liked how she had always watched her father. To her he had been a man, and all men, in Telena's view, could only be satisfied by the body.
"Hello, Princess Name. Or is it Street Rat Megan, now?"
"I see you're the same bitch as ever. Oops! I guess it's the same whore as ever. I can't believe a good hearted man, such as you Dartz, became her father. Tea doesn't deserve a father like you and I don't deserve to have my former father still watching over me." Her blue eyes glared daggers at Tea. "I'm not a street rat, nor am I a princess. I'm just me."
"'I'm just me.' What kind of an answer is that? You're either the Princess you became or the street rat you were always meant to be."
"Screw you, Telena! You're just a heartless, concited, misguided, bitch! You always were and you always will be! Even back then I could see how black your heart really was. I'm surprised you were granted reincarnation! Only people with good hearts or unfinshed business are given that right!"
The two teens were right in each other's faces. Their old hatred of the other permated the air, thickening it with tension. Atem knew in his heart all the hate shining through Megan's eyes had never been meant to be there. He knew with all his heart, but he couldn't face that it might have been his mistake that put it there.
Tea reached for Megan's neck, but was stopped by the bright golden light. She remembered that light. Yugi had the same light when he had been Hathor's son. The older teen watched, shocked as the form of Horus slowly appeared behind her.
Megan's pupils became like the slits in a hawk's; her nails were morphing into talons, feathery wings ripping her t-shirt open. The former Pharoah ran to her side. He knew that such a transformation was diffcult and extremely painful.
She clung to him, talons ripping into his skin, but Atem didn't care. He spoke softly, calming her angered mind. Slowly the teen returned to herself. He kissed her forehead, two single tears sliping out. He knew in that moment which of them would make it out, and who would stay. He would do anything to make sure she stayed alive.
His heart shuddered at the thought. Atem would have to leave his lover and his foster daughter again. The Pharaoh wished with every fiber of his being that he could return and after that would never be seperated from his loved ones.
"Leave her alone, Tea! She has and always will be of higher rank than you." He imagined he was drawing all of Megan's hate into his body and chanelled it into his glare.
"My Pharaoh?!" Tea said in shock. How could her Pharaoh glare at her so coldly? That Street Rat must be channeling her energy through him. Her Pharaoh would do anything for the girl, but he couldn't see she was using him.
Marik took Megan from Atem's arms as he stood up. He held her bridal style and very formally. After all his ancestors had served the dead Pharaohs faithfully. This teen girl had been and still was princess.
"Dratz, we'll be leaving. We had hoped to find away to stop the disasters of old replaying. But, I can see that your daughter will be in our way. Thank you for explaining the three sides." Atem followed Marik's lead to the ladder.
"My Pharaoh, you can't possibly mean to go back to that...that...that slut! Especially with that glorified Street Rat!" Dartz's eyes widened in surprise. He'd never heard his daughter talk like that. Atem stopped when Tea's hand grabbed his arm. He spun around quickly, threw his main princable to the wind and slapped her hard.
"That slut is my husband and the glorified street rat is my adopted daughter. I would be happy if you shut your mouth or adressed them acordingly. Besides, you should hate me. It was my mistake that caused you to live underground. It is my blood that darkens and has turned black on this floor." He climbed up and out of the city.
The curator had already sliped Megan's unconcsious form in the jeep's back seat. He opened the door, checking his former daughter's condition for himself. The Pharaoh sighed heavily in relief. He'd almost lost Yugi that way. He just almost lost her.
"Stay here with me and Yugi, my little hawk. With us, right now, is where you belong. You are your father's daughter, but you're our daughter too. You're our daughter too, so stay with us." Tears came unbiden out of his eyes, falling down his cheeks, and landing on hers. He pushed her hair back, like he used to.
"Goodnight, my little bird. Sleep tight until morning's light." Atem kissed her cheek, repeating the goodnight he had whispered in her ear so long ago. "I love you, don't you ever forget that." His words were whispered desperately in her ear. The tears were flowing out of him the same way the Nile used to flood.
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T.D.K- Yeah, I came up with that whole thing about half divines spur of the moment. It makes Ate very, very worried.
Atem- Hey! You can't keep that scene with the kiss on the cheek! That's my thing to do when you're sad!
T.D.K- I can. It's like and older sib/ dad thing. It fit, o.k! Don't hold it against me!!!! -runs off-
Atem- Crapola in a box! Uh, Yugi, Marik! -runs off after T.D.K.-
Yugi- Read and review, please.
Marik- Flames go to the shadow realm.