The five men looked up at Atemu surprised. Yes a plan would be helpful and they need it badly.

"We've been in here for months. There is no way to escape." The one that leaned against the dirt wall on the other side of the prison said, his raspy voice reaching Atemu's ear making him quiver slightly.

Atemu let out a sigh and looked up. His eyes met a square in the dirt ceiling where it lifted up from above the rest of the roof. Atemu smirked. That would work.

"Listen you guys. Look up. Do you see that…what is that?" The prince wasn't intentionally going to ask that question, but curiosity got the better of him.

"They lift that hatch open when they let down food." The insane one that had the spoon before replied.

"Oh, alright. Anyway. We can somehow stack us up on each other and open the hatch and get out, it's that simple." Atemu looked at the five's expression to see that they were pleased.

Atemu clasped his hands together and nodded his head. "Well, lets get to it."

The men grunted in agreement and all huddled underneath the square opening. Atemu was surprised that he had actually gotten over the fowl smell.

One crawled onto his hands and knees making Atemu grimace. He was feeble and weak, probably the weakest here. Although Atemu was the strongest, there was know way at all that he was going to be holding up five dirty smelling men. Atemu examined the lot of them as they began to pile up on each other in vain. They would reach up to only three people, but when the fourth tried to get on, he would make the others topple over each other.

Atemu's eyes wandered away from the five into the dark corner to his right. Deep within the shadows he saw the silhouette of a rather large figure. Atemu kept his gaze held as he slowly walked toward the bend.

As he got closer Atemu noticed that it was another prisoner. One that he hadn't noticed before, this one had large built body, with large muscles.

"Hey you." Atemu said sternly. The person turned their head to Atemu a smirk clearly there.

"You're wasting your time." He said. Atemu however ignored him.

"We need help. You'd be perfect to be at the base of the…" Atemu turned his gaze back to the five still toppling down. The prince sighed, "That."

The sixth prisoner gawked at the prince. "Oh, yeah and what do I get in return?"

Atemu shrugged. "Freedom."

"Ha. I doubt it."

Atemu grit his teeth. "I swear it."

The prisoner finally nodded. "Alright fine."

Atemu led the other to the center of the room where the others were.

"Alright you guys, this guys going to be at the base." Atemu explained. The others looked up at the sixth with wide eyes. "Him?" one of them said. Atemu didn't know what the big deal was but decided to ignore it.

The large one got down on his hands and knees and let the others start to form a crooked pyramid. Once they were all situated in their place there was just enough room for one more person at the top. Atemu climbed up the wobbling pyramid careful not to bring it down. He placed his feet steadily on the prisoner's shoulders and slowly stood up placing his hands on the ceiling for balance. Everyone below him started loosing balance and began to wobble uncontrollably. Atemu quickly pushed up on the opening on the ceiling as hard as he could. It slowly opened, dropping dirt on Atemu's face as it did. Atemu swung it open and grabbed the floor at the top just as the pyramid of dirty men below him toppled over. The prince pulled himself up and out of the dungeon and fell onto the floor panting for breath.

"Hey! How're you going to get us up?" A voice called him. Atemu looked back into the hole and saw the sixth prisoner standing up with his fist pointing at Atemu.

"Sorry, I'll have to get you out later!" he called back down, closing the hatch. Atemu ran out of the dark hallway and into one of the many palace hallways. He stopped. Heavy footsteps echoed off the walls nearing there way toward him. Atemu held his breath as he awaited the Syrian to come and once again throw him back into the prison.

Atemu let out his breath as he realized it was just Akila. A worried expression on her face as she ran down the corridor.

"Atemu?" she called half relieved and half surprised. She ran up to him and grabbed him hands and started pulling him the way she had come. "Atemu, it's terrible you have to come see!"

With one hand still in the others they ran down the hall to the main entrance of the palace.

Akila led him to an open window and they both looked out. Atemu immediately recognized his father and Akila's father clashing swords at each other while around them High Priests battled against the Syrian warriors.

"They're out numbered." Atemu muttered angrily. "Lets go." he grabbed Akila's hand and pulled her outside to the battle field. Her father saw her immediately between the attacks Akunumkanon was throwing at him, but he was not the slightest happy when he saw who she came out with.

"Akila!" he yelled. The two teens looked in his direction slightly bemused. "Akila, get down here and help me!"

The girl tightened her hold on Atemu's hand and looked up at his fallen expression. In her mind she wanted to rush out and be with her father but her heart told her otherwise. She stood firmly in her place giving her a nasty glare from her father.

Unseen to them one of the Syrian warriors noticed Atemu. "The king would award me greatly for such a feat." he muttered under his breath as he lunged head on at Atemu.

The warrior pushed Atemu to the ground holding a knife just above the boys head. Atemu grabbed the mans hand with the knife and tried to push the Syrian off him. But the power of the warrior exceeded his as the knife inched lower to his face. It cut into his left cheek and slowly down his face, getting deeper as it moved along. Blood gushed out of the prince's cheek and dripped onto the ground. Atemu stifled a cry as he tried harder to push the man off him causing the Syrian to laugh and plunged it in a little deeper.

Akila on the other hand looked for any possible weapon she could use to help Atemu. She spotted a dead Syrian warrior on the ground holding a sword in his hand. The princess tried picking up the sword to find it was too heavy to life with just one hand. With two hands she grabbed the hilt and dragged the weapon over to where Atemu was struggling for his life.

"Get off of him." Akila ordered. The man looked at her puzzled. "You're threatening me with that sword," he said standing up off Atemu and walking towards her, "you can barley life that thing up." He laughed. He grabbed the sword out of Akila's hands, afraid that the king would see him threatening his daughter he took the sword and went back into the battle field.

By this time Pharaoh had noticed the presence of Atemu and Akila. He saw the princess rush over to his bleeding son and helped him onto his feet again, and much to his displeasure saw her throw her arms around the prince's neck. Atemu hugged her back and allowed her to rest her head on his shoulder.

Akunumkanon growled and let down his guard; his opponent took advantage of this and thrust his sword into the Pharaohs stomach. Pharaoh let out a cry and fell to his knees as the Syrian king pulled the weapon out.

Atemu recognized the cry of his father and swiftly turned his head. His eyes widened, and his heart cracked. "No!" he screamed. He realized his hold on the princess and ran their direction grabbing a sword on the way. The king smirked as he sees Atemu making his way towards him pent up with anger. Akila rushed after him trying to stop him. "Atemu stop, you don't know what you're doing." she grabbed his shoulder and tried to pull him away, but he brushed her off and kept going.

"Well, well if it isn't Prince Atemu on his way to kill me just like his father," the king said merrily but his voice sharpened with anger almost immediately. "You're weak! Just like your father. And just like I promised, I'll kill you now that I'm finished with your father."

Atemu took the first attack swinging his sword vertically at the king.

The fight went on from there as they swapped turns swinging the sword at each other. Once in a while their steel swords would contact with the others flesh, but Atemu was losing sorely.

The princess rushed to Atemu's father relieved that he was steal breathing. "Pharaoh?" she asked hesitantly. His eyes opened and looked at the girl with his eyes full of pain. His voice was shaky and broke as he tried to talk. "Hold on, I'll go get help." She told him lifting herself to her feet. She glanced over at the main battlefield and noticed one of the High Priests close enough to talk to. Akila recognized him as the one that held the rod.

Trotting on the sand she neared her way to him. He was busily fighting with another Syrian who really had no advantage at all. The High Priest kicked his opponent away from him once he was dead. He began to walk away from her, looking for a new opponent when Akila stopped him.

"Wait. High Priest." She called out. He turned and looked at her menacingly. "What do you want." he replied drawing his sword.

"Wait, no. You need to come quickly, your Pharaoh..." she trailed off looking behind her at the fallen king. Seto trailed her gaze and widened his eyes. "Pharaoh!" He yelled.

The Syrian king hit Atemu's chin using the hilt of his sword making Atemu fly onto his back. Blood trickled down his shoulders and face as he sat there looking directly at the end of his opponents sword. He looked up to see the Syrian king smirking at him. "Just about in three seconds you'll be dead, and I will finally have control over Egypt!"

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So what did you think? The pharaoh's dying and Atemu is about to be killed, splendid. Will the Syrian king get away with it? Find out next chapter!