Author's note: I am so cruel. There is a death in here that didn't need to happen, yet I made it happen anyway. To all of you who liked this character, I am truly sorry.

Warnings: Character death

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

I can see below,

Cause there's something in here,

And if you are gone,

I will not belong here

(Atem, Seto, and Mahad)

"Mahad, do you see his army yet? Are they coming?"

Mahad glanced over at the pharaoh, shaking his head. "I'm afraid not, my pharaoh," he turned his eyes back to the scene before him. "I see no sign of Amon and the rest of his men."

Seto strode over to them, standing next to Mahad in irritation. "Why wouldn't they be here yet? If they were going to ambush us, wouldn't they have done so by now?"

"Not necessarily," Atem put in, glaring at the darkness before them. "Maybe he's figured out that we already know his movements. If he knows that we know, then wouldn't his plan have failed?"

Mahad shrugged. "Maybe that's what he wants us to think. Maybe he actually wanted us to know that he was there"

Seto rolled his eyes. "What kind of ambush would that be? Not much of one," he glanced back at the troops. "But I does sound like something Amon would do. That bastard is sneak; a military genius I might add."

"Don't tell me your fond of him, Seto."

Seto turned to Mahad sharply. "Of course I don't admire him, what in Ra's name were you thinking?"

Mahad rolled his eyes. "You called him a military genius. What am I supposed to think?"

Atem sighed. "Enough you two," he glanced back at the tropps before turning back to Seto. "Seto, I do have something to ask of you. I overheard some of the Teornan prisoners singing something the other day, a song about Amon. Have you heard of it?"

Seto nodded. "Unfortunately so. Even some of our soldiers have started singing it, but I put an end to that rather quickly," he pulled one of the soldiers from his line. "You there, sing that song that I told you to stop singing. This is your punishment for singing it and shaming your country."

The young man, practically a boy, blushed and began to sing.

"No one creeps like Amon,"

"Haunts your sleep like Amon,"

"Makes those little Egyptians weep like Amon,"

"For there's not Teornan as manly,"

"Perfect a pure parogan,"

"You can ask any foot soldier handy,"

"And they'll tell you whose team they'd prefer to be on,"

"No one's fast like Amon,"

"Wears a mask like Amon,"

"Wants to kick Tenionia's ass like Amon,"

"And his speeches are really intimidating,"

"My what a guy that Amon,"

The boy stopped singing, his face as red as the wine from Seto's goblet, but the general stared him down, his eyes telling him to continue.

"Give five flameos,"

"Give twelve yip yips,"

"Amon is the best and the rest is all drips!"

"No one plots like Amon,"

"Calls the shots like Amon,"

"No one hides out and never gets caught like Amon,"

"So you Egyptians don't even think of escaping,"

"My what a guy...Amon!"

The boy was beyond embarrassed by the time Seto sent him back to his line. Atem stared at his generals for the longest time before shaking his head. "What kind of a song is that?"

Mahad shook his head. "I have no idea."

Seto looked as if he were about to say something, but a rustle from a nearby bush silenced him. The soldiers stood ready, swords and spears ready for attack when a Teornan soldier lept out towards Atem. Atem quickly sliced his arm, sending the man flying to the ground. Seto growled, calling out the command to attack in Egyptian and then Greek.

Amon soon appeared, looking pleased as soldiers from both sides clashed with one another. Atem jumped in fronot of him, placing his sword under his chin. "Surrendor now, Amon," he spat out. "Let's end this war!"

Amon just laughed, shaking his head. "I am afraid the war cannot end right now, my silly pharaoh," he pulled out his own sword, shadow magic gathering around him. "Not until your head, and Tenionia's head are presented to my Queen on a silver platter."

"Well then your Queen will be disappointed."

"Not likely," Amon raced forward, his sword smacking into Atem's. Atem staggered back, but not for long. Amon crashed into him again, making him bump into Seto, who glanced back at him.

"My Pharaoh, please watch yourself."

"I will!"

Amon let out a growl, forcing Atem's attention back to him. Atem swung his sword, almost taking a swipe at Amon's head, but the older man ducked, taking a slice at his leg. Atem grimaced, feeling the cut sting and blood ooze from his leg. He twirled his sword expertly, taking another swing as he cut a part of Amon's breast plate, crimson blood pouring from the new scar on the man's chest.

Amon laughed, merely glancing at the cut without a second thought. He turned back to Atem. "When will you just give up? Egypt will fall!"

"No! It will not!"

Amon clashed his sword against his, both of them staring into each other's eyes. "Yes it will," the older man spat out. "You will die, Tenionia will die, and I promise you, her death will be slow and painful."

Atem roared, knocking Amon to the ground. The man quickly got back up, a smirk on his face. "You will not speak of her that way," Atem seethed. "Tenionia has done nothing wrong. Why do you all insist on making her miserable?"

Amon's smirk fell, and a look filled with hate formed instead. "Why? I'll tell you why," he smashed his blade against Atem's. "It's because of her that Zireria is the way she is! Because of Tenionia, she has been miserable her whole life! What would you understand? You've only heard Tenionia's side of the story! That whinny little bitch only thinks of herself; she never once thought of the abuse her sister was getting!"

"She didn't know!"

"Lies!"

Atem rushed forward, hating the fact that Amon was fighting back even harder. Hate burned in the man's brown eyes, and even Atem could tell that this man truly loved his queen. He knew Tenionia would like that, but now was not the time to think about those things. "You will not win, Amon! I will stop you!"

Amon rolled his eyes. "You don't know what plans we have for all of you. Even Greece will be conquered once we are done with Egypt. And little Teana will be an example for them. And maybe we'll do something with her child."

More rage rushed through Atem, his blood rushing to his ears. "You will not hurt my friend's child! Her child has nothing to do with any of this!"

Amon shook his head. "We don't care. This war will take a toll on everyone. Believe me," he glanced around, seeing his men fall back and grinned. "I will be seeing you, Atem. Be warned; your days are numbered!

Amon raced off with his men, thier magic speeding them along the way. Atem groaned, feeling the pain in his leg throb. He figured he would need stitches, and he really hated stitches.

A moan from nearby quickly broke his thoughts. He hurried to the sound, only to have his heart shattered. Mahad laid on the ground, a spear implanted in his stomach and blood pooling from his chin. Atem rushed towards him, gathering the taller man in his arms. "Mahad," he hissed, sorrow and rage burning in his eyes. "What happened?"

Mahad took a shaky breath, looking at the spear. "This spear was aimed towards you while you were fighting with Amon," he coughed, more blood pouring out. "I took the spear for you. You're much too important to die, my Pharaoh."

Atem felt his eyes water. "You'll be okay, Mahad, I won't let you die!"

Mahad just smiled, giving a small laugh. "It'll be okay, my Pharaoh, my friend," he coughed again, looking up as Seto came towards them, his face frozen in shock. "I'm not afraid to die. I know I did the right thing."

Atem felt a small tear fall out. "You can't die! I don't want my friends to die!"

"We all have to go sometime, don't we?" he gave a violent cough. "I'm just glad...that I could die doing the right thing. As I said before, you're much to important to die."

Seto knelt down. "Your sacrifice will not be forgotten, Mahad," his face was calm, but his voice sounded shaky. "We won't forget you."

Mahad smiled. "I know," he let out a sigh. "It's almost time, but I am glad I was able to meet all of you."

Atem clutched him harder. "No! Stay with us!"

He shook his head, his hand gripping the spear. "You're too kind, my Pharaoh, much like your father," he smiled at his friends. "Tell Mana, that she will make a fine magician one day. I have a lot of faith in her," he looked back towards Atem. "Thank you...Atem..."

He trailed off, pulling the spear from his stomach as his eyes went out of focus. Atem clutched him, burying his face in his friend's hair as tears flowed out. Seto sat there as well. For once, he didn't say anything.

For a long time, neither of them said anything.

(Egypt's palace)

CRASH

Teana, Tenionia, and Isis glanced up from their reading as Mana dropped a tray holding a scroll. She knelt down to her knees, sobbing loudly as the other three women rushed towards her.

"Mana," Isis started, patting the girl's back. "What has happened?"

"Mahad...he's dead!"

Review please! Beginning song is the same as usual and the middle song was the Amon parody song by Adrisaurus. It is the Gaston song from Beauty and the beast, which I do not own. I did some minor tweaking to the song, but the lyrics in it belong to Adrisaurus. Please support her work!