The pharaoh's eyes looked into mine as a chill swept over my body. There stood Suline, her face stained with tears as she leaned over Yami with a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright Isis?" Yami's voice held more than a tinge of concern as he collapsed to his knees abruptly. "Please don't leave us."
"Don't worry, Suline will prevent that with her sword, and soon Egypt shall be lifted from its blanket of the past and be born again."
"Don't speak. Another wound is right under your windpipe, so just stay quiet."
"She'll be fine," said Suline, kneeling down beside me. "Let me handle this." A warmth spread over my body, and something was bridging my wounds. Pain vanished, and my eyes snapped open violently. "Thank you Suline. I know that you would have been all the better without me in your way, but thank you."
"No," said Yami, "We wanted you back, wanted the young, beautiful, interesting flower that was lost to us for a time. Your brother has gone into hiding, but he showed signs of grief when we last saw him."
"My brother, d-d-did he weep for me? Did he weep like Arem?"
"No, he was close, but I don't believe that your brother has ever wept, except for when your parents died."
"Well then. If he didn't weep for me, why did he leave? Suline, I thought that you and Yami were both dead, killed by Bakura, or Marik."
They both exchanged worried looks and helped me to sit up.
My back ached and my vision was foggy. There stood Yami, offering his hand to me. A chill swept down my spine as I rose, and clung to him. There stood Suline, the perfect image of a courage I would never possess. "Do not worry mistress," said the warrior, looming over me. "We will bring you to the palace, and then you shall be in comfort. Also, a visitor awaits you there."
"What? A visitor? What is he named?"
"He gave us only one name: Isharem. It is the name of the shepherd who herded the flocks of Ra and kept with him a beautiful princess who always knew that she was his daughter."
"Ah, I see. He will reveal himself soon enough, trust me."
"Yet what if his name remains a secret? What then? Will you just calmly walk away?"
Yami shot a harsh glance at Suline, like he did to people who were about to be beheaded. His blue eyes showed obvious impatience, and his right foot tapped lightly on the floor. Suddenly, I realized that we were in the catacombs, and this was where I had been knocked out by the thief. "May we leave," Suline asked sharply. With a nod from my pharaoh, my feet moved, and we were slowly on the way to the beautiful palace.
Along the way, everybody was anxious, and not just because I had recently returned to consciousness. Yet was Arem a dream, a thing made to give me false hope that there was somebody in this world who shared my confused feelings about love and life. This young man had seemed like the kindest person I could ever meet. He wept for me, unlike my brother. He was emotional, unlike Suline. He was a warrior, like my pharaoh. The darkness of the passageway now seemed almost warming, since there was someone there with emotion. Yet, I could not keep back a feeling in the back of my head that we were being watched. Why I didn't know. Nothing before had driven me to this point. Ignoring my pain, I ran ahead and out of the catacombs, fleeing toward my home: our estate in the vast desert.
"Don't worry, Suline will prevent that with her sword, and soon Egypt shall be lifted from its blanket of the past and be born again."
"Don't speak. Another wound is right under your windpipe, so just stay quiet."
"She'll be fine," said Suline, kneeling down beside me. "Let me handle this." A warmth spread over my body, and something was bridging my wounds. Pain vanished, and my eyes snapped open violently. "Thank you Suline. I know that you would have been all the better without me in your way, but thank you."
"No," said Yami, "We wanted you back, wanted the young, beautiful, interesting flower that was lost to us for a time. Your brother has gone into hiding, but he showed signs of grief when we last saw him."
"My brother, d-d-did he weep for me? Did he weep like Arem?"
"No, he was close, but I don't believe that your brother has ever wept, except for when your parents died."
"Well then. If he didn't weep for me, why did he leave? Suline, I thought that you and Yami were both dead, killed by Bakura, or Marik."
They both exchanged worried looks and helped me to sit up.
My back ached and my vision was foggy. There stood Yami, offering his hand to me. A chill swept down my spine as I rose, and clung to him. There stood Suline, the perfect image of a courage I would never possess. "Do not worry mistress," said the warrior, looming over me. "We will bring you to the palace, and then you shall be in comfort. Also, a visitor awaits you there."
"What? A visitor? What is he named?"
"He gave us only one name: Isharem. It is the name of the shepherd who herded the flocks of Ra and kept with him a beautiful princess who always knew that she was his daughter."
"Ah, I see. He will reveal himself soon enough, trust me."
"Yet what if his name remains a secret? What then? Will you just calmly walk away?"
Yami shot a harsh glance at Suline, like he did to people who were about to be beheaded. His blue eyes showed obvious impatience, and his right foot tapped lightly on the floor. Suddenly, I realized that we were in the catacombs, and this was where I had been knocked out by the thief. "May we leave," Suline asked sharply. With a nod from my pharaoh, my feet moved, and we were slowly on the way to the beautiful palace.
Along the way, everybody was anxious, and not just because I had recently returned to consciousness. Yet was Arem a dream, a thing made to give me false hope that there was somebody in this world who shared my confused feelings about love and life. This young man had seemed like the kindest person I could ever meet. He wept for me, unlike my brother. He was emotional, unlike Suline. He was a warrior, like my pharaoh. The darkness of the passageway now seemed almost warming, since there was someone there with emotion. Yet, I could not keep back a feeling in the back of my head that we were being watched. Why I didn't know. Nothing before had driven me to this point. Ignoring my pain, I ran ahead and out of the catacombs, fleeing toward my home: our estate in the vast desert.