The last thing Horus remembered when he was awake was staring at the field of reeds, sweeping his gaze down at the pyramids, and letting the breeze tussle with his red and yellow hair.

Then there was nothing, no warnings, no cries, just a sudden black out that had him knocked out cold.

'Where..?' he asks, not quite grasping what was going on just yet.

Everything was so blurry and bright, then dark. What was going on?

"Horus get up!" A voice, powerful and authoritative, booms and deafens Horus' trained ears.

'Wha..who..?'

Horus forces his eyes open, wincing as he sits up properly, groaning in mild discomfort as he feels a headache form behind his lids and exploding fully on his head.

"What?" He groans out, clutching the side of his head, gripping his yellow locks.

When he was sensible enough and the headache was gone, Horus looks up at the burning sun and squints, trying to look at the bright light, recognizing his grandfather's voice a few moments after he had gained his thoughts again.

"What is it, grandfather?" He asks, yawning slightly.

The loud voice speaks again, urgent and commanding (was that desperation?). "I sense a great danger about to befall Egypt, my grandson. Someone is causing the scales to tip, and cause havoc among her people. Find whoever wants to destroy Egypt and make them perish into the shadow realm, Horus." Ra says.

Horus nods, grasping his spear, a long metal pole that was five feet tall and had intricate designs carved on the handle. The pole had a decorative metal tip, a spear, that could cut through flesh with a single swipe. He sighs and stands up, patting his royal blue kilt with gold trimming that had a gold sash holding it in place, trying to rid the sands that clings to his clothing.

"If what you say is true, grandfather, then I shall do what I can as the protector of the Pharaohs and of Egypt. I give you my word as the God of war and skies. I will do my best to stop the danger that will be lurking and preying upon the land." He promises, voice filled with conviction.

Ra did not answer, Horus knew that his grandfather still hears even if he was silent. Horus knew that every time he was sent down there was always danger running amuck or a war going on so it was not a surprise to him anymore. The god stood up straight, the butt of his spear digging into the sand as he formulates a plan on how to stop the impending danger. He began walking, his sandals leaving light marks on the hot sand and then disappearing.

'Why would someone want to cause disruption in Egypt? Is there any reason for that? And most importantly, why would grandfather be so worried?' Horus asks himself, eyes calculating.

Many scenarios ran rampant inside Horus' head before he settled with; 'Oh well, I suppose this is better than doing nothing at all in Aaru and watching everything go by.'

He stares at the distance, the rolling sands waving at him and the hot sun not bothering him him (or baking him). Horus opens his mouth and starts to speak, still walking and still deep in thought.

'I should—" be he gets cut off when a shout rings out, startling him.

Horus stumbles slightly, the grip on his spear slipping at the force of the loud shout making his ears ring. He turns to whoever it was, a nasty glare on his face. "Now who—"

His expression rapidly changes to that of shock, sweat dropping when he saw who exactly it was. "Ahh..."

"Hathor what are you doing here?!" He says shrilly, not bothering to hide his surprise.

Hathor was standing a little over to his left, red robes fluttering, the humid winds making it flutter. There was a golden belt holding his robes in place by the hip and in his hand was a golden staff with a crooked end. Violet eyes brightened with mischief, the long violet locks draped on his shoulders tilting along with his head.

"Forgive me for calling out to you so rashly, Horus but I am here to help, see. Lord Ra has sent me down as well to aid you in this journey. " He explains with a smile.

Horus blinks, expression contorting into conflicted contemplation. He wants to laugh to be honest but finds himself he cannot. He points at Hathor with his index finger, his expression unbelieving.

"You? Why would grandfather send you after me? He couldn't have chosen from any other gods or goddesses?"

Hathor gives him a wink that gives Horus the squirming feeling in his stomach, making him want to run over or probably soar high with joy. What in the name of Ra—

"I have absolutely no idea! Since I am here now," he shrugs, deflecting the rather offensive question. "Let us not waste our time then!" He says.

Horus slaps away the strange feeling in his chest blooming, choosing to hum and sigh instead. He rubs his face with his hand. "Right, of course," he starts walking, mumbling to himself, loud enough for Hathor to hear. "Let us not stay here any longer."

"Figures that grandfather would send someone without informing me or them first on what's going on. Goodness, I should have myself sign a resignation letter." Horus grumbles to himself.

Hathor only smiles and giggles, if he heard the insult then he either hid his offense well or did not mind at all. "Alright then, let us go indeed!" He chirps and follows Horus, steps at a more reasonable pace than other god.

Horus nods silently, keeping his steps at a normal pace so Hathor can catch up, he glances back at the god of love who was humming, his voice that of a river who beckons for travelers to rest.

"Yes." He replies and Hathor chuckles at him, continuing to hum.

The sands are ever shifting but Horus and Hathor push on. Horus leading the way to wherever they were going. Hathor follows obediently, both of their weapons and sandals sinking on the soft sand at every step they took.

Hathor speaks, eyes curious. "Where shall we go first to find a clue? Any ideas, Lord of air?" He asks with that endearing smile.

Horus internally is grateful— Good, Hathor wasn't oblivious, atleast Ra told him the reason for being sent down— yet he does not look back at the one who spoke, eyes squinted, using his 'all seeing eye' to scan for any nearby cities or shaded areas.

He replies, eyes finally landing on a city he knew so well it made him smirk. "Edfu. We are going there to find our first clue. There might be something useful that will lead us to our objective."

Hathor makes a noise of affirmation and says nothing more, both of them silent, continuing on their journey.

What they did not know however, someone was watching them from a safe distance, away from Horus' all seeing eye, vanishing in a flash to report to their master on what they heard.

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Horus: Lord of the Air, God of The Sky and War, Patron of the Pharaohs. (Atem)

Hathor: Mistress of the West, Goddess of Love, The House of Horus. (Yuugi)

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