The hall's of Yami's palace were carved with faces of men that glowered at me as I walked toward my pharaoh's quarters. Everything seemed so familiar here, mainly because I had come here so often in the past for advice. Would I do so again in the future? Would my pharaoh ever forgive me for what I had said? My mother had told me in my childhood that if I was in love, I should keep my instincts about me. Who could foretell whether or not the young pharaoh would forgive me for shouting at him in public and getting away with it? "Hello, Isis, I see you wish to visit?" The servant's greeting awakened me from a half-sleep as I almost walked into the door without opening it. The pharaoh's eyes were downcast when I came in. Shaadi also stood there, cold as stone.
My first reaction was pure surprise. Yami's eyes that were now so weak; so deafeated, looked up at me with at least five years added to their age. "I hear strange news from Shaadi," he said to me, making his voice contain an obvious gravity. "You think that my love for you was false, and that I betrayed you. Why?"
"You talked about me as if I were a possession, and not a person who can fend for herself." Shaadi left the room and I continued, "Also, you hate me now, do you not?"
"Your beliefs are false. I did none of those things, and I wish to protect you because I do see you as a person, no, a hawk. Still, a hawk can be shot down by an arrow, even with its great sight. You are the same. I wish to protect you, and still allow you your freedom. Yet it is hard, because I love you so greatly that I feel overly protective of you at times."
"So it wasn't to manipulate me?"
"No, it was because I love you."
Those three words hung in my head as I pushed my young pharaoh away. Yet I only drew closer in an embrace, feeling warmer in his arms, willing to stay there forever. There was no way to return his love, to show that I would sacrafice my own soul to make him happy. "I thank you for acceptance of my apology," I said, my eyes wide with disbelief at what I had allowed myself to be pulled into. "I should never have tried to hold back the news about my brother."
"What is it?"
"He will strike tonight, fast and hard, like a viper in the night. I will stay in your rooms, and you must go into the catacombs, where you will be safe."
"What if you die?"
"Death comes when it wills. I would rather that I die protecting you, my love. Perhaps Shaadi was right. I truly am like the pharaoh's love. Do not mourn my death, if I die. It will only make me grieve in the kingdom of Anubis."
"Fine, I will take my leave now."
My heart pounded, wishing that my tongue had not flown so freely. The sun was setting, and my brother said he would strike once the sky turned black. Suddenly, a sheet of darkness seemed to cover the clear sky. Not a thing could be seen, except for the small shadow that I saw vaguely creeping up the wall. I climbed into my pharaoh's bed and fell asleep. My breaths came raggedly, if at all, from all the tension that was within me. Then, I felt a sharp pain in my back. I turned over to see that it was Marik. My brother did not even seem surprised when he saw my face look up at him with cool composure.
My first reaction was pure surprise. Yami's eyes that were now so weak; so deafeated, looked up at me with at least five years added to their age. "I hear strange news from Shaadi," he said to me, making his voice contain an obvious gravity. "You think that my love for you was false, and that I betrayed you. Why?"
"You talked about me as if I were a possession, and not a person who can fend for herself." Shaadi left the room and I continued, "Also, you hate me now, do you not?"
"Your beliefs are false. I did none of those things, and I wish to protect you because I do see you as a person, no, a hawk. Still, a hawk can be shot down by an arrow, even with its great sight. You are the same. I wish to protect you, and still allow you your freedom. Yet it is hard, because I love you so greatly that I feel overly protective of you at times."
"So it wasn't to manipulate me?"
"No, it was because I love you."
Those three words hung in my head as I pushed my young pharaoh away. Yet I only drew closer in an embrace, feeling warmer in his arms, willing to stay there forever. There was no way to return his love, to show that I would sacrafice my own soul to make him happy. "I thank you for acceptance of my apology," I said, my eyes wide with disbelief at what I had allowed myself to be pulled into. "I should never have tried to hold back the news about my brother."
"What is it?"
"He will strike tonight, fast and hard, like a viper in the night. I will stay in your rooms, and you must go into the catacombs, where you will be safe."
"What if you die?"
"Death comes when it wills. I would rather that I die protecting you, my love. Perhaps Shaadi was right. I truly am like the pharaoh's love. Do not mourn my death, if I die. It will only make me grieve in the kingdom of Anubis."
"Fine, I will take my leave now."
My heart pounded, wishing that my tongue had not flown so freely. The sun was setting, and my brother said he would strike once the sky turned black. Suddenly, a sheet of darkness seemed to cover the clear sky. Not a thing could be seen, except for the small shadow that I saw vaguely creeping up the wall. I climbed into my pharaoh's bed and fell asleep. My breaths came raggedly, if at all, from all the tension that was within me. Then, I felt a sharp pain in my back. I turned over to see that it was Marik. My brother did not even seem surprised when he saw my face look up at him with cool composure.