Shai's POV

That night I dreamed of the spirit pharaoh Aye. My first dream was in a large spacious room filled with still warm summer air. I nearly screamed when I saw what was going on in the room. A large shadowy figure was looming over a state-sized bed. A seemingly fragile form lay obviously unconscious under the thin covers. All at once my subconscious filled in all the blanks. I was in the bedroom of the young injured King Tutankhamen, the figure by his bedside was the killer sent here to do Aye's dirty work of killing the weak Pharaoh. I watched as the killer knelt next to the sleeping king. The killer held his hands high above the head of the King in his hand he held a club of some sort, to anyone just walking by it would look like someone praying beside the sick king, I knew the sinister purpose behind his seemingly charitable actions. Maybe he won't go through with it, I thought. Maybe he can't do it.

I was wrong.

The man brought the club heavily down to meet the skull of the Boy King. I heard the crack of stone and bone, closely followed by a sharp groan of pain. The killer hit him over and over, the life slowly draining from the dying Pharaoh. I screamed but no sound escaped. I stared at the crimson puddle now dripping off the side of the king's bed. I wanted to throw up. I managed to get to my feet, my eyes still glued to the now successful murderer. I slowly trailed along the walls until my hands found the handle of a door. I thrust it open and stumbled into the warm desert air. I looked at my surroundings. I was standing on a stone balcony, below me was a lush garden filled with so many tropical plants and fruits that I hardly recognized most of them. Suddenly the whole Earth took a violent jolt and threw me off balance. I quickly grabbed the rail of the balcony, but I wasn't quick enough. The world spun again this time tossing me over the railing. Once again no sound escaped as I screamed, hurtling toward the solid ground beneath me.

I hit the ground with only enough force to knock the breath out of me. What I felt below me wasn't stone like I had anticipated, I felt warm sand. I opened my eyes, instead of the inky star-shot sky that I had seen a mere five seconds ago, I was looking at bright disk shaped sun and a blue afternoon sky. I looked around me, I was surrounded on all sides by hills of rolling sand. Nothing in any direction.

I pushed myself to my feet but I was nearly knocked down again by a deep rumbling that caused the sand to slid and collapse nearly taking me with it. In the general direction of the noise a dust cloud rose twenty in the air. Dark forms began to take shape in the cloud. I walked closer to get a feel of what was going on. As I approached I saw exactly why this scene from Aye's life was being shown to me.

The figures I saw weren't just dozens or even hundreds of men, they were thousands of men, fighting for their countries. I watched as blood was shed and soldiers fighting for what they believed was right fell victim to an arrow, spear, or sword. My breath hitched as I watched a young boy probably not a year older than me drop to the ground an arrow stuck deep into his chest. His eyes flickered open and landed on me.

"Are you here to bring me to the afterlife?" He spoke Ancient Egyptian but somehow I knew exactly what he was saying. I looked around at the fighting that surrounded me. No one seemed to be paying any attention to me or the young warrior. I returned my gaze to him, he looked at me hopefully. I bent down next to him and I didn't even bother to look at the arrow in his chest, I knew it couldn't be helped. He still looked at me expectantly as though I was supposed to do something special. When I stayed silent he spoke. "Da mihi virtutem." He said quietly. "What?" I asked. "Give me the power." He said, as though it was common knowledge. He kept repeating it over and over. I chanted with him.

"Da mihi virtutem."

"Da mihi virtutem."

He silently mouthed the phrase one last time before shutting his eyes and he let out one last shuttering breath as he died, one of many to die that day. I cried, I cried for the lost life of someone so young, I cried for his family and the ones who cared for him.

The world began to spin once again and this time I closed my eyes just hoping what I saw next wasn't as bad as this.

I'm not sure if I got what I wanted.

I woke up on the cold cement of the jail. I felt the evidence of tears on my face but I found it hard to care. I had seen the death of two young lives and I wasn't keen on seeing another. I took a deep breath and I sat up. "You are as weak as I thought." I didn't even bother to look up at the sound of the spirit King's voice. "Look at me child." I glanced up to meet his dark angry eyes. "Why do care so much for these people?" He asked looking at the monitor that showed my friends and family.

"Why do you seem to not care about anyone?" I asked back. His gaze hardened over and anyone sane would've backed away. I was far from sane and my pride and anger usually got the better of my judgment.

"You won't last, you'll die just like the rest of them and leave behind a Chosen One more pathetic than you." I stayed silent until he left and then I got angry.

I'm not pathetic.

I looked at mom through the screen,

She's not pathetic

I'm going to prove it,so you better watch out.