Author's note: Back from Florida! It was amazing, and I didn't mind the heat so much(though I got a sunburn) and I really would like to live there in a few years. It kind of felt like home to me. Is that weird?

Warnings: None, except for maybe some angst

Disclaimer: I own nothing but minor OC's excluding Zireria and Tenionia

Oh it's a harder way,

And it's come to claim her,

And I always say,

We should be together

(Egypt's palace)

"What kind of dream is this?"

Teana blinked slowly, seeing that her body had become a bird of some sort, flying above the sands of Egypt and farther away from the pharaoh's palace. Her wings flapped as she flew, finding the desert wind cold and harsh. She bit her lip, wanting to stop flying and return to her bed, but found that she could not. Almost as if she were not in control of her body.

The force pulling her body along was not the wind; she could tell that for sure. It was stronger, almost like the pulse of a heartbeat pumping against the body. She recognized the landscape, and it instantly made her worried. She was in Teorna. As she continued to be pulled along, she could see all the things Tenionia had told her about before.

Children wandered about the streets, bone thin. Mothers huddled against the walls of huts, trying to shush their starving infants. Other people just sat there, looking as if they wanted to die. Everyone, and she meant everyone, looked like walking skeletons. Teana gulped, feeling bile rush to her throat. Bodies littered the alley ways, filled with the bodies of orphaned children and other people.

"Tenionia wasn't lying," she murmured, staring at the scene with horror. "This kingdom reeks of death."

The force pulled her along into a huge palace that stood out against the worn down huts. She floated inside an open window, seeing thin servants hurrying around, carrying trays of different cleaning objects and other strange things that she did not recognize. She was pulled into a giant room, seeing as it was a throne woman. A woman, who couldn't have been older than twenty one, sat a top a throne, her black hair as straight as silk. The throne was odd, looking as it were carved from bone.

"That must be Zireria," she said to herself, staring at the woman. "She looks like Tenionia, but colder."

Almost as if the woman had heard her, she looked up. Teana instantly froze, praying to Zeus that she did not see her. Strange as it was, she didn't. Zireria just eased back into her throne, calling out a command. A man stepped forward, and she instantly disliked him. It was Amon.

"My Queen," he started smoothly, giving a deep bow. "We are ready for the next attack. I was thinking of an ambush, but if you wanted to do something different, I am sure I can think of something else."

Zireria's black eyes narrowed. "And what if this ambush fails? Then what?"

"Then you may strip me of my command and execute me, if you wish."

Zireria growled. "That will not happen. I will not kill you, Amon. I refuse to do so."

Amon let out a smile, giving another bow. "I know, my Queen," he glanced around the room, giving one of the servants a glare. "Do you give the order for the attack?"

"I will," Zireria stood up, her long white dress trailing behind her as she ascended forward. A cruel smile twisted her lips. "My precious little sister won't know what hit her. If your soldiers ever find her, leave her to me. She's mine."

Amon nodded. "Understood."

"No!" Teana hissed, and the two figures turned. She covered her mouth, not even thinking that they could have heard her.

"What was that?" Zireria's eyes darted around the room. "I heard something, did you?"

"I think so."

Zireria closed her eyes, dark magic piling in the room and creeping around the walls. She opened her dark eyes, the smile falling. "Someone is here. Not physically, but spiritually," her eyes landed on Teana. "If it's you, my dear sister, hear this. Your days are numbered!"

"Ahhh!"

Teana shot up in bed, cold sweat covering her body as her heart raced along inside her. The harsh kick to her abdomen made her glance down and instinctively press her hand there. "It's okay, my little one," she murmured. "Your mother just had a weird dream."

She frowned, looking out at the late April rain. She wasn't so sure it was a dream now, it seemed to real. And as Tenionia had explained to her once, that certain dreams had meanings to them. Could her dream have possibly been real? It wouldn't have surprised her, but still...

She got up, grabbing a reed pen and scroll and instantly began writing under the light of the full moon. She bit her lip, the pen scratching along the lines of the paper as she began her letter to Atem. She didn't know if he would believe it, but a part of her hoped he would. After all, friend did believe friends. Didn't they?

(Teorna)

"Bakura, are you sure this is going to work?"

Bakura glanced at Marik, who stood next to him with his arms folded across his chest in an annoyed way. He growled, brushing some white hair from his face. "Of course I'm sure," he spat at his friend. "Look at these people. They're willing to believe anyone!"

Marik didn't look entirely convinced, but he nodded. "Listen up people!" he shouted, quieting the small mass of people that had gathered. Mostly common people, but they were willing to take anything. "We're here to help you!"

"Yeah right!"

Both men turned to see a small eight year old boy sitting on the edge of a statue. His blond hair standing out unusually against all the people with dark hair. The boy glared at them. "You'll just let us starve! Why should we believe thieves?"

The crowd murmured in agreement, looking at each other with worried eyes. Bakura glared at the boy, motioning him forward. "What's your name, little boy?"

The boy stuck his chin out with pride. "My name is Rasui."

Marik smiled at him gently. "You're quite mature for a little boy."

The boy glared at him. "And you're quite dumb for a grown up. Of course I'm mature," he jutted his head backwards. "I have to be. I'm the man now, or so my father says so."

Both Bakura and Marik looked back to see a thin woman holding a small girl's hand. Bakura glanced down at him. "And where is your father?"

"Off in the war, fighting for our bitch of a queen."

Bakura was almost surprised by the child's language, but the boy's eyes were hard and angry. Bakura recognized it. He had the same look in his eyes when he was a child. He knelt down. "I know what it's like to be in your position. The ruler of my homeland took everything from me. Including my family."

The boy's eyes lit up. "Was your leader bad too?"

"Yes. Very bad."

Marik looked back at the crowd. "You people don't have to take the abuse that your Queen gives you. Why don't you fight back?"

Rasui's mother stepped forward. "It's not that easy! Yes, we all are magician's here, but we have children and others to think about. If we went against the queen, our children would suffer for it! We would be made examples of and then what? Our childrent would starve to death!"

"Not that it doesn't happen everyday," a man spat out. "I'm getting tired of it."

Bakura stood up again, looking at the crowd intensely. "And what if I told you that I could help you? I know how to storm a castle, but I cannot do it myself. I need your help, if you're all willing to help me."

Rasui looked at him, and than back to the crowd before returning his eyes to his. "We'll help," he said firmly. "It's about time Queen Zireria was taken off the throne."

(With Atem)

"They're going to ambush us? How do you know, my pharaoh?"

Atem glanced up at Mahad, waving his hand towards the scroll. "Because Teana wrote a letter to us saying that they would. She said something about a dream, and I don't think she would lie to us, so I think we should ready the soldiers for the attack."

Seto scoffed. "It was probably her imagination," he began, but his eyes were hard. "None the less, we should still ready the soldiers. I know that Amon wouldn't pass up an opportunity like this."

Mahad raised his brow at that, but left the tent. Atem shook his head, staring at his friend's letter intently. "Her baby will be coming soon," he started, crossing his hands. "I want all of us to be there when it happens."

"We have a war to think about, not a baby."

He narrowed his eyes. "I am aware, but I don't our female companions to be alone when it happens. What if they're attacked or something?"

"I doubt that will happen."

Atem bit his lip, looking out at the gather soldiers. "I hope you're right, Seto, I hope you're right."

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