This chapter is more of an dedication and a rather large thank you to the following: MissingMyMind, LadyLibra13, BleedingCrimson, Dontgotaclue88 and Shadow Realm Triforce, whom I am sure all have thought that I had brought this story out to pasture and shot it. I did, at one point, for two reasons. 1) My muses were creating a whole different story then I had intended originally. 2) Kind of lost the love for a bit.

But it turns out this story is a zombie, and I forgot to double tap.

MissingMyMind: A new Post. Now perhaps you are able to continue your version. :P

LadyLibra13: :D I am so procrastinating with my costume and this is the result.

Dontgotaclue88: Why thank you. And here is an update as well. ^_^

Shadow Realm Triforce: Glad you enjoyed the mirror part. I had fun with that as well. Osiris was smoking a kind of incense believed to invoke the gods into granting favours for you...i.e. it does make them high :3

Anywho, enjoy. I will continue this; however, I have to timeline given as to when. .Hopefully not years later though ...that is just...bad...shameful...wrong *ponders how many words shift+F7 could create*

Chapter 3: Thesis, Complete!

Part 5

"May I implore as to where this sudden change in your mood came from?" Osiris spoke very carefully, as to avoid another outburst. He was even more careful as he removed the cigarette turned pacifier from her hand. Well, he tried to at first then, after some seeming-less efforts, he made the rolled root disappear.

"What change in mood?" Nia mentioned semi-casually. "My mood hasn't changed. Why?" She raised him a challenging eyebrow then laughed.

"You are finishing your cycle, are you not?"

"C'est possible."

"Ah meruti, please remind me as to why women having that was a good thing."

Nia walked back to the table, picked up a random book – for they were all considered evil and taunting her at this point – and threw it. Osiris caught it. Big surprise. "How accurate are these?"

"Accurate enough," Isis mused.

"Why?" Him.

"Curious. So, are you guys going to help me?"

"No." Her.

Nia looked at the two of them, ran a hand through her hair then slammed her hands on the table. Some of the books fell onto the floor in protest of being hurt. "Then why are you here? I know it has something to do with me, obviously. Unless-" she clapped her hands in the air and spun around, starting to pace the length of the room. "There are tours going on now isn't there! And the main attraction is the poor wee village people going insane, is that it?" Gesturing to the room around in a silent plea, she threw up her hands and shrugged. "Alright. What task am I supposed to complete for thee?" Sarcasm.

Isis just looked at her, completely ignoring her tone, restated there reason. "We will re-inform you of what is going to happen-"

Osiris cut her off, "Again."

She glared at him, "when your memory, as well as your abilities has returned."

Nia frowned. 'Okay', she walked to the right side of the table to pick up one of the books that lay on the floor now, 'so at least I know I am sane. Relatively.' Placing the book back down on the table, she closed it and walked over to the next book. 'What is it am I supposed to remember? How much? For how long? What did I forget? And why? And why am I not freaking out more? Really? This is all too much!' Placing this book back, she grazed her fingers over many covers until she stopped at the last book. An instinct all too familiar and often ignored called her to open this one book. 'Dum, duh, duuunn.'

It was the first one she had skimmed through and ignored, finding nothing of noteworthy significance. The pages flapped together in a hurry as she ran her hands through the pages, barely wincing when she gave herself a paper cut. She was now looking for something, 'Something, but what? I-'.Her eyes widened as she stood and froze with her eyes glued to the page. Following a broken timeline her eyes followed a series of brief assorted rulers.

Her eyebrows twitched as her mouth fell open when her eyes fell on the pharaoh Ahkenatemenrah's name. Following his name there seemed to be a few decades of rulers who had a short reign. 'Now that seems slightly suspicious if I do say so myself.' She sighed and quickly scolded herself for now she was distracting herself with thoughts of conspiracy and murder, when she should be looking for: now what was she looking for? 'Short reigns were common length when political intrigue and scandals were involved.' This was a very dangerous topic for her, one that could easily lead to procrastination. Her eyes flashed back to the name of Atem maat-re setepenrah. Her eyes went wide before she screamed and doubled over in agony. Images flashed in her mind and raced into combining themselves together.

Sand. Lush greenery. 'Blood lots of blood'. Laughter. 'Run and don't stop.' A long corridor of polish limestone, several of them. A polished piece of glass and metal reflecting an image. Herself, walking and watching the sun. Sitting and talking to him. Then nothing but blackness, a large void, and cold and silence.

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She awoke, what time it was she did not know for she was laying in her bedroom with her blinds closed all but enough to let some light in. Her room glowed with a faint orange light from the setting sun causing her to look at her watch. Squinting, she realized it read 7:52, approximately for the second had was slowly ticking, telling her that its' all life was soon to expire. 'You and me both.'

Sitting up to a spinning room she realized that all she wanted to do was – KILL! 'They are so dead!' Clawing her way out of the bed, and after falling onto the floor, she wondered if she could find a way to kill gods. Especially a god of the dead, because is he not supposed to be dead? Or was, once upon a time.

Looking ahead of her, she noticed two pairs of feet. Her eyes slowly crept up to their faces, shooting very angry glares at them. Mouth turned into a snarl, she stood up with her hands both stiffed by her side. She was convinced they were to blame for this: this attack of her mind. Would you not suspect some deity playing with your sanity after an episode like that?

Isis wore a concerned expression with pained eyes. Placing a comforting hand on Nia's shoulder, she just shrugged it off with annoyance. Taking a step between them she turned around as she saw Osiris sit down on her bed without even causing an indent. This caused her to raise her eyebrow – only slightly – as her need to destroy decreased a small amount. Isis spoke first, "This was not entirely are doing alone. You did have a hand in this yourself." Replacing her arm back around Nia's shoulder, she turned her back towards the bed. Forcing her to sit down, she sat on the other side of Nia

Nia squirmed. Being sandwiched in between two towering individuals was a bit intimidating. She pondered on what they were going to do, for they were both sitting there studying her. Looking back and forth between the two she found that she could no longer take the tension anymore.

"What?" she shrilled at them, hands thrown to the sides in forced defeat.

"Nia," Osiris began solemnly. He ruffled her hair as a parent would his child's, "We made a promise to you," looking over at Isis he paused then frowned. Clearly he did not want to be the one to break this news to her. "A promise before you come back."

Nia choked on the air and gave a strained laugh. "Come back? I am coming back from what? Where do y-"

Isis raised her hand to stop her. Nodding slightly, she motioned for him to continue, "You will find things out on your own time – like you did before. However, if need be, our assistance will be offered when absolutely required."

She sprang from the bed and turned to face the both of them. "WHAT do you mean 'assistance required'", she air quoted. "WHAT do you mean by 'my own time'? Would you please tell me what is going on and stop bloody dancing around the fucking subject!"

Breathing heavily, she stared through them and found herself catching something from the corner of her eye walking towards her dresser. Turning to face her mirror, she saw what had caught her interest, that little girl was back. She was stone faced with sullen eyes that were hard to avoid. The anxiety that Nia felt the first time she had come into contact with this spirit had resurfaced with a vengeance. Mouth agape, she touched the surface of the mirror causing a reaction that she would find she may end up having regretted.

Suddenly, she was pulled into a room that was dark and dirty. The smell of freshly turned dust lingered the air that was warm and humid. She would make over very little, only that she was in a square room that felt cramped and stuffy. Squinting she noticed a shaft of light coming from what must be a doorway. Standing and heading towards the light she took a step forward and felt, more then heard, a squish. Warmth was flooding beneath her foot. Eyes wide, she stumbled back against the wall as the room gradually lit up, starting in the corner closest to her.

She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand in a fools attempt to hold back the rising tide of nausea. A figure squatted, hunched over a human-like form. A second, that of a child's height, lay stomach turned towards the earth. Nia slid against the wall, trying to remain invisible from these strangers. Passing through a shelf that was hanging on the wall, with mementos that looked vaguely familiar, it became clear to her that she was nothing more than a phantom herself.

Crawling towards the girl, not out of necessity but more habit, she reached out a hand to touch it. From her hand coming into contact with the cooling of flesh, a shock surged through her body as several images flashed chaotically through her mind. Most of them involved the face of that girl. None of them made any real sense to her, for she knew she had to be seeing them for the first time, even under the hidden feeling of déjà vu. Pulling her hand away she scrambled back against the wall, the only solid warmth she could detect. The man was still hunched over, from what she could tell his first victim, with a small dagger-like blade stained red. Starting to quiver, she started to mouth a silent prayer to anyone. This was revolting and more real than anything she ever experienced before, even in her most lucid dreams. Then an idea hit her. If she could grasp soil and feel the warmth of the blood, maybe she could possibly help the woman. From the touch she knew the child was beyond any possible help, no matter how much she desired otherwise.

Grasping the wall for support, Nia came to her full height and paused as light started to filter in from a fabric covered window. As the full scene became illuminated, slowly, time seemed to come to a trickle. The heavy fabric curtains froze in a midair flutter and the breeze itself held its breath. A drop of blood from the knife caught the air, halting a moment before it reached the collecting pool below.

The young dead girl who was lying instant before, got up and now was standing before her. Confused and wounded, every emotion on her face was in full view. Started, she found her place back along the wall. The girl escaped through the door, casting a shadow across the room again, leaving her body behind.

As quickly as it happened, the air gave a breath and the drop fell with a sudden defined plop. Now in a faster motion as if to make up for pause, the events continued. The door opened as people rushed in. A rushed light ensued as well as a frenzy of attention to both parties on the floor.

It would not be long before Nia would be able to finally witness these strangers face and she was not looking forward to that at all. The skirmish ended as the men were dragged out. Two people remained huddled around the woman after covering the child with a sheet. As they walked past Nia`s frozen form pinned against the wall, a wave of horror came crashing onto her. Minus the change in the skin colour and difference in the hair, there was no mistake about who this was.

Resisting the urge to run, she felt herself being pulled back into her time, her room. Two large shapes stared down at her, reaching for her to calm her. Pushing herself away, she faced them all the while shaking her head repeatedly. "No. No! It's me. It's me! No!" Wrapping her arms around herself, she stood and began to pace in a frenzy. "No, and no!" Spinning around she fixed her stare onto the two in the room, wincing at her reaction, as if they felt guilty from the said event. After all, they were somehow to blame for this. 'Of course these bastards are!' "Leave!" She pointed to the door, giving a command more used on disobedient dogs, "leave now. JUST GET THE HELL OUT!" Now shaking violently with tears on her face they finally left her alone.

They were gone and whether they actually did use the door or not, that was all the mattered. Searching the room, she looked for something to throw. She needed to throw something, anything. 'A shoe will even work.' Grabbing the first unnamed object she could, she went into a destructive mode, smashing all the mirrors in her room that she could. She even saw to destroying her favorite antiqued compact that had a great sentimental value to her. In her mind, she reasoned that if all these 'portals' were destroyed she would be able to ignore this. 'Yes, that would work. Yes.' Looking at the shattered mess on the floor she hopped over to her bed, careful not to make any more eye contact with any of the 'small windows' lest she see something else other than her own reflection. Crawling back under the covers she concluded that she would fake a coma until her mind cleared. She even declared to herself that today was a write-off and therefore never happened. Later she would clean up the mess and exterminate the rest of the troublesome mirrors in her home. 'Hey, vanity is overrated anyway.'

With that she shut her eyes and maimed, locked up and then murdered the part of brain that would not keep quiet. Finally, on the verge of sleep overtaking her, her eyes sprang open. She found her muse, a plot hole in history so to speak, that demanded to be written. Pulling a pillow she slammed it over her head. 'Writing be dammed'! It will wait tomorrow, after all she had the sneaky suspicion that today would be a day she wouldn't be able to forget.