I looked up at my brother with my face completely calm. Inside, I was screaming from pain. The dagger in my shoulder plunged deeper, until blood began to stain my clothes and flesh. My eyes flared as the blade slid out. Would it be a deadly wound? Would I sit here and bleed to death? No, I wrapped a sheet around my shoulder and it immediately turned crimson. "You should not attempt to fight pain," said a voice from the corner, "It stops faster if you succumb to it."
"You don't know pain, you coward. If I die now, the pharaoh will be defenseless. I die here doing as you asked. I have sacraficed my life for the one man worthy of such a gift."
"No! The pharaoh would be crushed if you died. You musn't do this to him!"
"The weight of Egypt bore down on my shoulders until now. I know that death will remove this heavy burden from my shoulders."
"Are you blinded by pain? The pharaoh would not think it a gift if you died for him. He would appreciate your sacrafice, but his entire world would be shatterred if you were to die." I shivered in pain and gave a scream. Then, I saw my brother creep up on us. That dagger slid into the spot between my other shoulder blade and my spine. It had enough force to put me to rest.
I awakened in a dark corridor. Was this where Anubis would claim me? My shoulders felt so heavy that I couldn't stand, and another stab of pain came from between my breasts. "Are you feeling alright?" That voice was not in the Dead Lands. It was my brave pharaoh Yami. He was rubbing a poultice on my wounds, which were gaping. "I have felt better," I replied, my voice barely audible. "Would you have come to mourn had I died?"
"Most definitely, Isis. You mean the world to me, and I would die if something ever happened to you."
"Well, then, I suppose we'll have to be very cautious then, my pharaoh." We clasped each other's hands and I got up with support from my love. Thankfully, Shaadi was not there to see me, propped up like an invalid. Who knows what he would have said to me. We were in the room where the items once had been. Our eyes looked heavily upon that altar that had once contained the power of the shadow games. Would that power live on to kill us all? I will never know.
Suddenly, the thief dropped down from a hole in the ceiling. "Your collection is incomplete, pharaoh." His dagger aimed for the pyramid hanging on Yami's neck. I hid my tahk in a pocket, hoping the thief would not hear the gold clinking against the thin chain. The pyramid was shattered like a frail puzzle, and its pieces flew all over the room. I dodged and grabbed Yami's hand. The thief smiled maliciously and said, "I am Bakura, the rightful heir to the millenium items." That name rang in my head. This was the thief who was the most infamous person in all of Egypt. "Leave us Bakura," I cried, "If you must kill me then do so."
"With pleasure." A smile spread over Bakura's face, and he charged at me with a dagger, lips peeled back in a snarl. Then, I was pushed to the side, and rolled over almost six times, right into the thief. My head was craned backwards, leaving my neck wide open. Yet it was not I who fell. Yami took the full impact of the dagger's blade, and crimson blood splashed onto the wall in droplets. Bakura truly was an outlaw. In a temple, you were not allowed to even carry a dagger, let alone draw blood with one.
The thief's chuckles echoed in my head. Everything was disoriented as my arms flew back, my head was thrown back, and my feet lifted from the ground. A solemn woman in intricate robes with blue hair and eyes appeared before me. Barefoot, she carried a huge blade with a mere wooden handle. She turned to me and said, "I am Suline, the servant of your will." Bakura seemed shocked at her words, yet I continued to watch my body as if it belonged to someone else, and hung there suspended. I could not move a finger, even if I cared to. Suddenly, a firm hand gripped my neck, and I was knocked unconscious.
"You don't know pain, you coward. If I die now, the pharaoh will be defenseless. I die here doing as you asked. I have sacraficed my life for the one man worthy of such a gift."
"No! The pharaoh would be crushed if you died. You musn't do this to him!"
"The weight of Egypt bore down on my shoulders until now. I know that death will remove this heavy burden from my shoulders."
"Are you blinded by pain? The pharaoh would not think it a gift if you died for him. He would appreciate your sacrafice, but his entire world would be shatterred if you were to die." I shivered in pain and gave a scream. Then, I saw my brother creep up on us. That dagger slid into the spot between my other shoulder blade and my spine. It had enough force to put me to rest.
I awakened in a dark corridor. Was this where Anubis would claim me? My shoulders felt so heavy that I couldn't stand, and another stab of pain came from between my breasts. "Are you feeling alright?" That voice was not in the Dead Lands. It was my brave pharaoh Yami. He was rubbing a poultice on my wounds, which were gaping. "I have felt better," I replied, my voice barely audible. "Would you have come to mourn had I died?"
"Most definitely, Isis. You mean the world to me, and I would die if something ever happened to you."
"Well, then, I suppose we'll have to be very cautious then, my pharaoh." We clasped each other's hands and I got up with support from my love. Thankfully, Shaadi was not there to see me, propped up like an invalid. Who knows what he would have said to me. We were in the room where the items once had been. Our eyes looked heavily upon that altar that had once contained the power of the shadow games. Would that power live on to kill us all? I will never know.
Suddenly, the thief dropped down from a hole in the ceiling. "Your collection is incomplete, pharaoh." His dagger aimed for the pyramid hanging on Yami's neck. I hid my tahk in a pocket, hoping the thief would not hear the gold clinking against the thin chain. The pyramid was shattered like a frail puzzle, and its pieces flew all over the room. I dodged and grabbed Yami's hand. The thief smiled maliciously and said, "I am Bakura, the rightful heir to the millenium items." That name rang in my head. This was the thief who was the most infamous person in all of Egypt. "Leave us Bakura," I cried, "If you must kill me then do so."
"With pleasure." A smile spread over Bakura's face, and he charged at me with a dagger, lips peeled back in a snarl. Then, I was pushed to the side, and rolled over almost six times, right into the thief. My head was craned backwards, leaving my neck wide open. Yet it was not I who fell. Yami took the full impact of the dagger's blade, and crimson blood splashed onto the wall in droplets. Bakura truly was an outlaw. In a temple, you were not allowed to even carry a dagger, let alone draw blood with one.
The thief's chuckles echoed in my head. Everything was disoriented as my arms flew back, my head was thrown back, and my feet lifted from the ground. A solemn woman in intricate robes with blue hair and eyes appeared before me. Barefoot, she carried a huge blade with a mere wooden handle. She turned to me and said, "I am Suline, the servant of your will." Bakura seemed shocked at her words, yet I continued to watch my body as if it belonged to someone else, and hung there suspended. I could not move a finger, even if I cared to. Suddenly, a firm hand gripped my neck, and I was knocked unconscious.