DH AN: I have another chapter of Powers Revealed, which will go according to the poll I had last chapter. Enjoy Chapter Twenty Four: The RH Reveals. And I am recommending Deceived by Nuit Songeur one last time. Even though it's Marik X Tea, it's really good. Enjoy the stories.

Chapter Twenty Four: The RH Reveals

Mhera felt herself shaking so hard that one would have to be blind not to see it, certain and not of who stood in front of her. For what occurred the last night could very well-very well have been only a dream…

"Don't be afraid." The stranger said without any stress, but Mhera went rigid nonetheless; the voice echoed in her head as well. "Don't be afraid." The same voice calmly repeated again. Mhera's rigidity lessened, but not completely, as the voice still echoed in her head.

The stranger then took Mhera's shaking hand "I am the RH!!" The stranger almost shouted, in one swift motion pushing Mhera's hand toward the hood, doing nothing to stop "It was no dream!" The next sentence was softer in volume alone; the tone was hard as the one prior. "Your father and the mysterious RH…we are one in the same."

The RH's voice was laced with bluntness, eyes blazing the same emotion as he continued with an unmistakable slight insanity in his tone. "Look, my dear, look into the eyes of your closest deceiver!" The slight insanity left his voice soon after. He was heaving madly as he turned to the desk, letting it hold his full weight. "My Mheralo…such a shame to have a talent like yours wasted…and yet I cannot ask of you what would even begin to put this skill to use, to bring it out in front of you; for you to see it…" Marik's voice was then inaudible.

Mhera just sat there, still in shock at the revelations. Ignored was the tone of a madman that possessed his voice, her father was quite troubled.

"What do you want from me?" Mhera asked softly, finding her voice. She winced when her father slammed a hand on his desk, torn by some inner decision.

"Nothing!" He shouted, slamming his hand down on the desk a second time, failing to hear an object fall from his desk, and the few metallic clinks that led it to rest at Mhera's feet.

If Mhera had any doubt this object was important, it was removed at one glance. It was a golden rod similar in length to half of her arm, and had an engraved eye on one end. She gently picked it up, and instantly wished she hadn't. Her hand started throbbing with pain, and she bit her lip to avoid the imminent scream that howled in her mind.

She had made three mistakes. First, picking the object up in the first place. Secondly, not dropping it as soon as it touched her hand. And thirdly, getting caught in her father's icy stare.

Marik's glare never lessened as he clasped his hand tightly around the golden rod, gently drawing it from Mhera's innocent grip. "You gave this up far too easily, my dear; if you had any idea what you held in your hands-" You would have been able to resist the pain. He thought to himself. "-you wouldn't have even picked it up." His gaze fell upon Mhera's hair rather than her eyes. "Look at me, Arlomhe." He stated hypnotically, a smile tugging at his lips as the girl's eyes shot up to meet his.

Mhera wouldn't be able to resist his order…when she was called by this name…the name with which his control was bound, taught to be followed and ingrained. His control would be bound, linked to him, by Mhera's alias and that alone; indissoluble until it was seen as no longer useful.

The controller felt Arlomhe's resistance, and felt no need to act against it. The control could not be resisted, as long as the proper name was used. He released the focus that held the redhead's eyes on him.

Mhera was shaking, that feeling of snapping up on the command was never one she wanted to experience again. "H-h-how did that happen?" She whispered softly. She jumped when her question was answered smoothly.

"You were being controlled by me." Marik said smugly.

"C-c-come again?" Mhera's voice shook with shock.

"You were under my control," Marik repeated, drawing the golden rod from behind his back. "Because of the Millennium Rod."

"That thing that caused my hand to throb with pain?" Mhera opened and closed the affected hand repeatedly, relieved that it still worked.

"Yes; have you been paying any attention to what I have said, or must I show you the other way?" Marik offered.

"I believe you." Mhera softly murmured, not eager to repeat the experience. "And I thought I was supposed to be here at eight." She murmured, looking at the two black clock hands; which were at a ninety degree angle, unmistakably reading nine thirty.

DH: Well, I hope I did okay. And there is a reason for why the name used is important. So begins the final leg of the story. Please Review.