The pharaoh motioned for me to enter first when we reached his palace. The shining halls of black marble leaped out at me with utmost ferocity. The way the halls caught the light made the sun seem dull. Yet my pharaoh seemed out of place in all this. His eyes were focused firmly on my back, and his footsteps echoed in the halls. "Does something trouble you," I asked in a low tone, "You have been like a stone ever since my brother looked at you in the catacombs."
"Is a murder attempt not a thing to fear! If I am dead, you will have to be placed on the throne immediately. You are not ready, you are not trained. I don't wish for you to die."
"I thought you knew that I am more than a young girl to be manipulated," I replied coldly, "Perhaps my brother is right about you. You must let some people go eventually!"
"Isis, I-I-I'm-" A wave of my hand stopped his attempts at an apology. "I thought you actually truly cared. I was wrong, blinded by my foolish love for you. Why you must fear for me so greatly is unclear. Go, young pharaoh! Go on attempting to manipulate the people of Egypt! They will rebel, and then you will wish you had changed your ways earlier!" I finished with an icy glare at Yami, and stormed out of the palace.
Outside, I was greeted by my brother, who looked at me with a thin smile on his face. "Isis, are you ready to join hands with your true brethren? Come, forget Yami. We can find comfort in each other."
"Yes my brother. I was a fool. We will use the power of the items in the catacombs against their maker. I am no longer the pharaoh's love. Yet I feel new freedom."
We walked toward the temple of Ra once more and traveled through the passageway. When we arrived, Shaadi was there to greet us.
The guardian walked up to me and clasped my hands in his. "What troubles you, Isis?"
"The entire time that we shared, Yami thought I was a tool to be manipulated. He is a wicked man. Yet no power can drive him down. I wish he did truly love me. He thinks that I will be just like my brother. Why, Shaadi? Why must he torment me so!"
"Yami is a young man with the weight of Egypt upon his shoulders. Sometimes, he thinks it is necessary to manipulate those close to him, but I partially agree with you. It is a cruel thing to do to a lover."
"I am no longer the pharaoh's love! I suppose you will just try to apologize also. If so, save your energy for things of greater importance."
Marik groaned and looked at me pleadingly. "We must go, Isis. I feel that something will come if we do not leave soon."
My brother's instincts were right. A thief with thick silver hair nearly down to his waist ran in. His eyes were brown, and looked as if they had once been soft. His garment was much like a Roman toga, but was a rich purple color. His feet were bare, and his skin was pale. Before Shaadi could move, the young thief had snatched up the remaining items on the altar and left. Marik was dumbstruck that someone had beat him to the power that could take the world in its dark clutches. Then, I thought of how we could protect those items from destroying the world.
"Is a murder attempt not a thing to fear! If I am dead, you will have to be placed on the throne immediately. You are not ready, you are not trained. I don't wish for you to die."
"I thought you knew that I am more than a young girl to be manipulated," I replied coldly, "Perhaps my brother is right about you. You must let some people go eventually!"
"Isis, I-I-I'm-" A wave of my hand stopped his attempts at an apology. "I thought you actually truly cared. I was wrong, blinded by my foolish love for you. Why you must fear for me so greatly is unclear. Go, young pharaoh! Go on attempting to manipulate the people of Egypt! They will rebel, and then you will wish you had changed your ways earlier!" I finished with an icy glare at Yami, and stormed out of the palace.
Outside, I was greeted by my brother, who looked at me with a thin smile on his face. "Isis, are you ready to join hands with your true brethren? Come, forget Yami. We can find comfort in each other."
"Yes my brother. I was a fool. We will use the power of the items in the catacombs against their maker. I am no longer the pharaoh's love. Yet I feel new freedom."
We walked toward the temple of Ra once more and traveled through the passageway. When we arrived, Shaadi was there to greet us.
The guardian walked up to me and clasped my hands in his. "What troubles you, Isis?"
"The entire time that we shared, Yami thought I was a tool to be manipulated. He is a wicked man. Yet no power can drive him down. I wish he did truly love me. He thinks that I will be just like my brother. Why, Shaadi? Why must he torment me so!"
"Yami is a young man with the weight of Egypt upon his shoulders. Sometimes, he thinks it is necessary to manipulate those close to him, but I partially agree with you. It is a cruel thing to do to a lover."
"I am no longer the pharaoh's love! I suppose you will just try to apologize also. If so, save your energy for things of greater importance."
Marik groaned and looked at me pleadingly. "We must go, Isis. I feel that something will come if we do not leave soon."
My brother's instincts were right. A thief with thick silver hair nearly down to his waist ran in. His eyes were brown, and looked as if they had once been soft. His garment was much like a Roman toga, but was a rich purple color. His feet were bare, and his skin was pale. Before Shaadi could move, the young thief had snatched up the remaining items on the altar and left. Marik was dumbstruck that someone had beat him to the power that could take the world in its dark clutches. Then, I thought of how we could protect those items from destroying the world.