The Legend of the Sennen Items
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! though I wished I did. Ankhkare (the spirit of the Ankh a.k.a. Key in the American version) and Senui (spirit of the Scales) also do not belong to me they are Indigo Tantarien's muses and she made them up for her story Three in One Combo. The spirit of the Eye and Rod are not mine either, she made them up too (cause supposedly there is no spirit in either one though the one in the Rod will be very familiar)
Okay, this is not totally about the Sennen Items a.k.a. Millenium Items. It is about how there came to be spirits in them. Enjoy!
* * * * * * * * * * Okay, my newest fic. Enjoy, no yaois in this one either.
Okay, people have been asking me who the heck Navar is. And for those of you that don't already know, he is the spirit of the Eye ( looks like Pegasus, but more evil and the whole nine yards). I'm also using Indigo Tantarain's idea for having spirits in all the Sennen Items okeday? Please I apologize if I'm doing Ankhkare and Senui totally out of character, I just hope they aren't too bad.
Chapter 3: First Day in the Palace
Ankhkare blinked groggily as he sat up. What was he doing in this big bed . . . and it had silk sheets! He flung off his covers and rushed to the window, his bare feet making no sound on the hard, smooth, marble floor.
Outside, the city was bustling busily. Ankhkare remembered what had happened the day before. * I'm in the pharaoh's palace for some Strongest Shadow Magic User tournament. * he drilled himself. Ankhkare changed out of the nightclothes and into his regular green robes and combed out his hair before putting on his hat.
Senui sat in the light of his window and meditated in the sun's rays. His black turban was set beside him showing his short, spiky black hair. He was getting to like this palace life so far. There was a knock on his door.
"Who's there?" he demanded sourly.
"You should be more courteous to your pharaoh." replied a baritone outside the door. Senui scrambled to his feet and quickly wrapped his turban around his head. Meekly he opened the door.
"Your greatness calls?" he muttered, his shadowy blue eyes lowered, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Nothing, I just came around to see if all the contestants were doing well." said Yami, "With you participating in the tournament doesn't mean your job as the Royal Judge has been put off. You have another trial this afternoon." If Senui's calm mask had slipped (and it was starting to) then Yami would have seen the look of outrage and surprise on his face.
But Senui just answered bitterly, "Yes pharaoh." Yami exited the room regally.
* Oh! What a surprise, to spend the week as the Royal Court's own healer. Well I suppose it's better than doing nothing. * thought Ankhkare walking thoughtfully down the hall. Yami had told him the infirmaries were a left turn from his room, then a right, then another left . . . or was that a right? He was all confused, and all the people moving around so quickly wasn't helping either.
The man in black robes and turban suddenly stormed by looking murderous. "By Thoth! I still have to do this boring job."
Ankhkare called out to the man. "Um, excuse me judge-man, but I need to know where the infirmaries are can you . . ."
"Look I don't have the time! The trial I'm heading is starting in a few hours and I need to prepare!" shouted the man, "And my name is Senui! Not the name of some. . . oh Ra forbid, an ugly Duel Monster!"
* A judge doesn't need to prepare for a trial, he is just supposed to sit there and listen and keep order. Oh, yes and decide who is guilty. But that doesn't need preparing! * thought Ankhkare indignantly. He was so perplexed that he didn't notice someone crossing paths with him until they bumped.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Please pardon my clumsiness." said Ankhkare the words tumbling out of his mouth quickly. He gulped as the tip of a sharp, silver sword rested on his collar, tickling his skin.
"It's alright, I'm sure he didn't mean it. You can let him go." said a cheerful voice. The sword was removed and Ankhkare looked up. He saw a young boy, about the age of thirteen with long, jagged, dark bluish hair. Navy blue eyes looked at him expectantly. Next to him stood one of the pharaoh's personal guardians: the Elf Swordsman.
The young boy helped Ankhkare onto his feet. "Hi, my name is Mokuba, you must be one of the contestants. That's Rayden, Yami's having him escort me everywhere because people have been trying to hurt me or kidnap me."
"Oh," said Ankhkare, surprised at the trust the boy had to tell him such information, he regained his words and summed up a better reply, "Thank you Mokuba, I am Ankhkare. This is my first time in the palace and the pharaoh said I am to work in the infirmaries. Can you please tell my where they are?"
"Sure! You're almost there too. Just a left at that black door and you'll see it. It takes up most of the palace wing anyway." replied Mokuba.
"Thank you again Mokuba," smiled Ankhkare.
"Oh, it's alright. Maybe I'll see you again sometime. See yah!" said Mokuba, he rushed down the hall and called to his escort, "Come on Ray! You're lagging behind again!" the Celtic Guardian had a shadow of a smile on his face and jogged up to the small boy.
Ankhkare smiled softly as the small boy retreated with his escort. Quickly, he followed Mokuba's directions to the infirmaries.
Bakura lay back in his bed, bored almost to death. Someone had bolted his door shut from the outside, and there was no way of getting out the window because it was only big enough for his head to fit through. * I have to find someway out of this. * thought Bakura jumping to his feet. A malicious smile crept over his face as an idea formed in his head.
"Oh, my pet, it's time for you to out from your home." murmured Bakura as he pictured the Man-eater Bug in his head. A swirl of darkness emerged beside him out out crawled a giant insect. The dark swirl closed behind it. "Now, I have a job for you. Go and bust down that weak little door." The Man-eater Bug rose onto its hind legs and planted its forelimbs into the wooden door. As if ripping a piece of papyrus, the door was thrown off of its hinges. "Good job, that is all. Thank you." said Bakura, the Man- eater Bug growled and faded away.
But the noise of the door being ripped away had caught the attention of some people. "Trying to escape aren't yah tomb robber. Da pharaoh want's you ta stay in yah room. And I'm here to enforce dat." drawled Jounochi. There was a team of guards behind him.
Bakura made a dash for escape towards his left all the guards followed him, but that was only a feint. Right as the guards followed him, Bakura sprang back towards a different opening and ran down the hall. The guards yelped in surprise and the sound of their heavy footsteps indicated their chase.
Bakura zigzagged down hallways trying to loose his pursuers. After a few moments, the sound of their shouting died away. He was in some extravagant halls. * And that means plenty of things to loot. * smirked Bakura.
He sauntered to the closest door. Before he could even put a finger on the handle of the door, it whisked open. A man with long, straight white hair looked at him. "If you are even thinking to rob me Bakura, that's a bad idea from the start."
* What! How did he know I was going to snitch a few things from his room. And how did he know my name? * exclaimed Bakura.
"Well, that's one advantage of being able to read minds." smirked the stranger, "Now good day to you." The door slammed shut in the face of a shocked Bakura.
Seth paced impatiently in his office. There was absolutely nothing to do . . . for once, and here he was having no clue of what to do. His blue robes rustled loudly as he strode to his brother's morning class. * Well, might as well pull Mokuba out for a bit. After all, it's not like I'm going to have a day off like this in the near future. * thought Seth.
"Mokuba, pay attention. Your mind is wandering like a lost sheep! Now quit acting like those stupid slaves and do your lessons!" shouted a man exasperatedly inside a room. Seth's attention pricked a bit at the mention of his brother's name. Sure the boy was liable to drift a bit, but like this?
A bald man jumped up in surprise as Seth swept into the room in his usual haughty manner, but to people who knew him well (and there are few who do), there was a air of worry around him when he saw Mokuba. The small boy's eyes were half closed and his face was flushed. His small body was slumped over as if dazed.
Seth put a hand on Mokuba's forehead and pulled away quickly. The boy was burning hot! Immediately he turned on the teacher and started yelling, "You idiot! Couldn't you tell that he was sick? Get out of here right now before I decide to banish you to the Shadow Realm!" The scribe scurried out of the room wise enough not to look back. Mokuba groaned, coughed and muttered something.
"Mokuba, talk to me." said Seth softly he looked around.
The boy didn't respond. "Where is that monster! He was supposed to be following Mokuba and making sure he's alright!" hissed Seth to himself, "When I get my hands on that Celtic Guardian . . ."
"It's not his fault big brother . . ." Mokuba paused to cough again Seth patted him on the back, Mokuba leaned back against the wooden chair, "The teacher told Ray to get out after he started asking if I should go see a healer. Teacher said it's only the heat and got mad at Ray. Please don't blame him." pleaded Mokuba in a weak and ragged voice and he started hacking. Seth picked his little brother up worriedly and rushed towards the infirmaries thinking of all the consequences that idiotic scribe would face and all the ways to start cursing if he found no healer at the infirmaries.
Senui tapped his fingers idly across the smooth wood podium he was sitting in while fixing his murky blue eyes on the people in the court. The wood was very well polished. In the background he could barely hear the defendant telling his case. But to the man, he was listening to every word he was saying. Senui had much practice on this, it was easy to tune people out after you learned how. Besides he had already decided on who to convict. Who really cared?
He slammed the gavel down on a stone slab on the podium. "I pronounce Tenept guilty and he shall have a sentence of three years in jail." Senui got up from the podium and swept out of the room. The pharaoh Yami was waiting for him outside.
"You did a good job Senui, I'm impressed. You picked out the guilty one with ease." commended Yami.
"Thank you pharaoh." said Senui in a sickly sweet voice he always reserved for the nobles. * It was nothing, of course I always know who's guilty and who's not. But you should know, never convict a rich man if you value your hide. * thought Senui as he watched Yami walking away.
Suddenly, he was knocked to the ground by a tall man robed in blue. Senui raised an eyebrow as the High Priest rushed around the corner carrying a small child. * Ah, so Mokuba has been hurt. Everyone knows that the High Priest Seth never lets anyone harm his brother. I have to keep that in mind for future reference.* thought Senui picking himself off the ground with a sour look; only to be knocked over again by the tomb robber.
Bakura grunted as he slammed against the wall on impact with someone. He opened one eye and saw that damn judge sitting dazed on the ground. Well, well, well life has never thrown a chance for revenge this great before. With no one here to see or hear.
He knelt down and slapped Senui roughly. "Hey, you. It's me again. I never got to finish my meeting with you." lilted Bakura in a sing-song voice (A/N. It's kinda hard to imagine Bakura doing that in a sing-song voice, but stay with me here.).
Senui opened his eyes and Bakura shivered slightly. He never got used to seeing that blank gaze from those murky pupil-less eyes. "Huh? What happened?" muttered Senui helplessly. Bakura slapped a hand against his forehead in frustration. The judge soon regained his wits.
"You! Tomb robber, stay away from me!" demanded Senui straightening his turban. As soon as he was done he made a threatening stance. Bakura smirked and started summoning up all of his Shadow Magic, Senui did the same until the hall was laced with black energy and small silver lightening- bolts.
"Bakura, Senui! Stop it you two! You are behaving like spoiled children! You two know that all revenge can be exerted during the tournament when you two. . . if you two battle." reprimanded Isis hitting both men on the head.
The two men turned around at Isis looking at her murderously. Isis let out a sigh and grabbed Senui's arm and dragged him away from the tomb robber while scolding him thoroughly. Bakura chuckled to himself as the judge was pulled away. * When we do battle each other in the tournament, I will win.* thought Bakura walking down the hall, trying to find a vacant room for him to stay in.
Ankhkare looked around curiously in the infirmaries, amazed at how many herbs there were and how much clean linen bandages stuffed the drawers. There were already made potions, balms, and medicines lining shelves.
The beds were spaced evenly apart. Ankhkare had never seen such a big infirmary in all his life. It had always been just him, his patients, in his clinic/home. Everything was sterile too.
"Where are the healers! Ra if I don't find you all in less than three seconds, I will go in there myself and drag you out!" shouted a ireful voice. Ankhkare rushed out of the infirmaries to find a tall brunette man in the formal blue robes of a High Priest and a crown-like hat. In his arms was the small boy that had directed Ankhkare to the infirmaries earlier that day . . . Mokuba.
"Umm, Ankhkare at your service." said the healer nervously. Icy blue eyes looked at him coldly.
"Are you the only healer here?" demanded the High Priest.
"Yes sir." answered Ankhkare with his eyes downcast.
"Then I want you to figure out what is wrong with Mokuba. He has been going on with a temperature and his very delusional." barked the High Priest.
Ankhkare carefully took Mokuba out of the High Priest's arms and set him on a bed. He felt the boy's forehead and probed him with his healing magic. With a sigh, Ankhkare turned around to face the High Priest.
"Well?" shouted the man.
Ankhkare chewed his lip nervously and said, "I'm afraid to say that."
* * * * to be continued . . . maybe* * *
Oh! I ended it right there? Cliffhanger, I think, I've always wanted to try one. Guess what happened to Mokuba (Well that's obvious)? Sorry it took so long to update. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Meet my newest muse! His name is Sabrion, he is an elf with long dark hair like Elrond, kinda pale. Good with the sword and knives (hint, hint, hint, knudge, nudge, nudge). He's really really nice! Gives me great ideas for storylines.
Sabrion: Um, hello.
He's kinda shy so give him some room to breathe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! though I wished I did. Ankhkare (the spirit of the Ankh a.k.a. Key in the American version) and Senui (spirit of the Scales) also do not belong to me they are Indigo Tantarien's muses and she made them up for her story Three in One Combo. The spirit of the Eye and Rod are not mine either, she made them up too (cause supposedly there is no spirit in either one though the one in the Rod will be very familiar)
Okay, this is not totally about the Sennen Items a.k.a. Millenium Items. It is about how there came to be spirits in them. Enjoy!
* * * * * * * * * * Okay, my newest fic. Enjoy, no yaois in this one either.
Okay, people have been asking me who the heck Navar is. And for those of you that don't already know, he is the spirit of the Eye ( looks like Pegasus, but more evil and the whole nine yards). I'm also using Indigo Tantarain's idea for having spirits in all the Sennen Items okeday? Please I apologize if I'm doing Ankhkare and Senui totally out of character, I just hope they aren't too bad.
Chapter 3: First Day in the Palace
Ankhkare blinked groggily as he sat up. What was he doing in this big bed . . . and it had silk sheets! He flung off his covers and rushed to the window, his bare feet making no sound on the hard, smooth, marble floor.
Outside, the city was bustling busily. Ankhkare remembered what had happened the day before. * I'm in the pharaoh's palace for some Strongest Shadow Magic User tournament. * he drilled himself. Ankhkare changed out of the nightclothes and into his regular green robes and combed out his hair before putting on his hat.
Senui sat in the light of his window and meditated in the sun's rays. His black turban was set beside him showing his short, spiky black hair. He was getting to like this palace life so far. There was a knock on his door.
"Who's there?" he demanded sourly.
"You should be more courteous to your pharaoh." replied a baritone outside the door. Senui scrambled to his feet and quickly wrapped his turban around his head. Meekly he opened the door.
"Your greatness calls?" he muttered, his shadowy blue eyes lowered, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Nothing, I just came around to see if all the contestants were doing well." said Yami, "With you participating in the tournament doesn't mean your job as the Royal Judge has been put off. You have another trial this afternoon." If Senui's calm mask had slipped (and it was starting to) then Yami would have seen the look of outrage and surprise on his face.
But Senui just answered bitterly, "Yes pharaoh." Yami exited the room regally.
* Oh! What a surprise, to spend the week as the Royal Court's own healer. Well I suppose it's better than doing nothing. * thought Ankhkare walking thoughtfully down the hall. Yami had told him the infirmaries were a left turn from his room, then a right, then another left . . . or was that a right? He was all confused, and all the people moving around so quickly wasn't helping either.
The man in black robes and turban suddenly stormed by looking murderous. "By Thoth! I still have to do this boring job."
Ankhkare called out to the man. "Um, excuse me judge-man, but I need to know where the infirmaries are can you . . ."
"Look I don't have the time! The trial I'm heading is starting in a few hours and I need to prepare!" shouted the man, "And my name is Senui! Not the name of some. . . oh Ra forbid, an ugly Duel Monster!"
* A judge doesn't need to prepare for a trial, he is just supposed to sit there and listen and keep order. Oh, yes and decide who is guilty. But that doesn't need preparing! * thought Ankhkare indignantly. He was so perplexed that he didn't notice someone crossing paths with him until they bumped.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Please pardon my clumsiness." said Ankhkare the words tumbling out of his mouth quickly. He gulped as the tip of a sharp, silver sword rested on his collar, tickling his skin.
"It's alright, I'm sure he didn't mean it. You can let him go." said a cheerful voice. The sword was removed and Ankhkare looked up. He saw a young boy, about the age of thirteen with long, jagged, dark bluish hair. Navy blue eyes looked at him expectantly. Next to him stood one of the pharaoh's personal guardians: the Elf Swordsman.
The young boy helped Ankhkare onto his feet. "Hi, my name is Mokuba, you must be one of the contestants. That's Rayden, Yami's having him escort me everywhere because people have been trying to hurt me or kidnap me."
"Oh," said Ankhkare, surprised at the trust the boy had to tell him such information, he regained his words and summed up a better reply, "Thank you Mokuba, I am Ankhkare. This is my first time in the palace and the pharaoh said I am to work in the infirmaries. Can you please tell my where they are?"
"Sure! You're almost there too. Just a left at that black door and you'll see it. It takes up most of the palace wing anyway." replied Mokuba.
"Thank you again Mokuba," smiled Ankhkare.
"Oh, it's alright. Maybe I'll see you again sometime. See yah!" said Mokuba, he rushed down the hall and called to his escort, "Come on Ray! You're lagging behind again!" the Celtic Guardian had a shadow of a smile on his face and jogged up to the small boy.
Ankhkare smiled softly as the small boy retreated with his escort. Quickly, he followed Mokuba's directions to the infirmaries.
Bakura lay back in his bed, bored almost to death. Someone had bolted his door shut from the outside, and there was no way of getting out the window because it was only big enough for his head to fit through. * I have to find someway out of this. * thought Bakura jumping to his feet. A malicious smile crept over his face as an idea formed in his head.
"Oh, my pet, it's time for you to out from your home." murmured Bakura as he pictured the Man-eater Bug in his head. A swirl of darkness emerged beside him out out crawled a giant insect. The dark swirl closed behind it. "Now, I have a job for you. Go and bust down that weak little door." The Man-eater Bug rose onto its hind legs and planted its forelimbs into the wooden door. As if ripping a piece of papyrus, the door was thrown off of its hinges. "Good job, that is all. Thank you." said Bakura, the Man- eater Bug growled and faded away.
But the noise of the door being ripped away had caught the attention of some people. "Trying to escape aren't yah tomb robber. Da pharaoh want's you ta stay in yah room. And I'm here to enforce dat." drawled Jounochi. There was a team of guards behind him.
Bakura made a dash for escape towards his left all the guards followed him, but that was only a feint. Right as the guards followed him, Bakura sprang back towards a different opening and ran down the hall. The guards yelped in surprise and the sound of their heavy footsteps indicated their chase.
Bakura zigzagged down hallways trying to loose his pursuers. After a few moments, the sound of their shouting died away. He was in some extravagant halls. * And that means plenty of things to loot. * smirked Bakura.
He sauntered to the closest door. Before he could even put a finger on the handle of the door, it whisked open. A man with long, straight white hair looked at him. "If you are even thinking to rob me Bakura, that's a bad idea from the start."
* What! How did he know I was going to snitch a few things from his room. And how did he know my name? * exclaimed Bakura.
"Well, that's one advantage of being able to read minds." smirked the stranger, "Now good day to you." The door slammed shut in the face of a shocked Bakura.
Seth paced impatiently in his office. There was absolutely nothing to do . . . for once, and here he was having no clue of what to do. His blue robes rustled loudly as he strode to his brother's morning class. * Well, might as well pull Mokuba out for a bit. After all, it's not like I'm going to have a day off like this in the near future. * thought Seth.
"Mokuba, pay attention. Your mind is wandering like a lost sheep! Now quit acting like those stupid slaves and do your lessons!" shouted a man exasperatedly inside a room. Seth's attention pricked a bit at the mention of his brother's name. Sure the boy was liable to drift a bit, but like this?
A bald man jumped up in surprise as Seth swept into the room in his usual haughty manner, but to people who knew him well (and there are few who do), there was a air of worry around him when he saw Mokuba. The small boy's eyes were half closed and his face was flushed. His small body was slumped over as if dazed.
Seth put a hand on Mokuba's forehead and pulled away quickly. The boy was burning hot! Immediately he turned on the teacher and started yelling, "You idiot! Couldn't you tell that he was sick? Get out of here right now before I decide to banish you to the Shadow Realm!" The scribe scurried out of the room wise enough not to look back. Mokuba groaned, coughed and muttered something.
"Mokuba, talk to me." said Seth softly he looked around.
The boy didn't respond. "Where is that monster! He was supposed to be following Mokuba and making sure he's alright!" hissed Seth to himself, "When I get my hands on that Celtic Guardian . . ."
"It's not his fault big brother . . ." Mokuba paused to cough again Seth patted him on the back, Mokuba leaned back against the wooden chair, "The teacher told Ray to get out after he started asking if I should go see a healer. Teacher said it's only the heat and got mad at Ray. Please don't blame him." pleaded Mokuba in a weak and ragged voice and he started hacking. Seth picked his little brother up worriedly and rushed towards the infirmaries thinking of all the consequences that idiotic scribe would face and all the ways to start cursing if he found no healer at the infirmaries.
Senui tapped his fingers idly across the smooth wood podium he was sitting in while fixing his murky blue eyes on the people in the court. The wood was very well polished. In the background he could barely hear the defendant telling his case. But to the man, he was listening to every word he was saying. Senui had much practice on this, it was easy to tune people out after you learned how. Besides he had already decided on who to convict. Who really cared?
He slammed the gavel down on a stone slab on the podium. "I pronounce Tenept guilty and he shall have a sentence of three years in jail." Senui got up from the podium and swept out of the room. The pharaoh Yami was waiting for him outside.
"You did a good job Senui, I'm impressed. You picked out the guilty one with ease." commended Yami.
"Thank you pharaoh." said Senui in a sickly sweet voice he always reserved for the nobles. * It was nothing, of course I always know who's guilty and who's not. But you should know, never convict a rich man if you value your hide. * thought Senui as he watched Yami walking away.
Suddenly, he was knocked to the ground by a tall man robed in blue. Senui raised an eyebrow as the High Priest rushed around the corner carrying a small child. * Ah, so Mokuba has been hurt. Everyone knows that the High Priest Seth never lets anyone harm his brother. I have to keep that in mind for future reference.* thought Senui picking himself off the ground with a sour look; only to be knocked over again by the tomb robber.
Bakura grunted as he slammed against the wall on impact with someone. He opened one eye and saw that damn judge sitting dazed on the ground. Well, well, well life has never thrown a chance for revenge this great before. With no one here to see or hear.
He knelt down and slapped Senui roughly. "Hey, you. It's me again. I never got to finish my meeting with you." lilted Bakura in a sing-song voice (A/N. It's kinda hard to imagine Bakura doing that in a sing-song voice, but stay with me here.).
Senui opened his eyes and Bakura shivered slightly. He never got used to seeing that blank gaze from those murky pupil-less eyes. "Huh? What happened?" muttered Senui helplessly. Bakura slapped a hand against his forehead in frustration. The judge soon regained his wits.
"You! Tomb robber, stay away from me!" demanded Senui straightening his turban. As soon as he was done he made a threatening stance. Bakura smirked and started summoning up all of his Shadow Magic, Senui did the same until the hall was laced with black energy and small silver lightening- bolts.
"Bakura, Senui! Stop it you two! You are behaving like spoiled children! You two know that all revenge can be exerted during the tournament when you two. . . if you two battle." reprimanded Isis hitting both men on the head.
The two men turned around at Isis looking at her murderously. Isis let out a sigh and grabbed Senui's arm and dragged him away from the tomb robber while scolding him thoroughly. Bakura chuckled to himself as the judge was pulled away. * When we do battle each other in the tournament, I will win.* thought Bakura walking down the hall, trying to find a vacant room for him to stay in.
Ankhkare looked around curiously in the infirmaries, amazed at how many herbs there were and how much clean linen bandages stuffed the drawers. There were already made potions, balms, and medicines lining shelves.
The beds were spaced evenly apart. Ankhkare had never seen such a big infirmary in all his life. It had always been just him, his patients, in his clinic/home. Everything was sterile too.
"Where are the healers! Ra if I don't find you all in less than three seconds, I will go in there myself and drag you out!" shouted a ireful voice. Ankhkare rushed out of the infirmaries to find a tall brunette man in the formal blue robes of a High Priest and a crown-like hat. In his arms was the small boy that had directed Ankhkare to the infirmaries earlier that day . . . Mokuba.
"Umm, Ankhkare at your service." said the healer nervously. Icy blue eyes looked at him coldly.
"Are you the only healer here?" demanded the High Priest.
"Yes sir." answered Ankhkare with his eyes downcast.
"Then I want you to figure out what is wrong with Mokuba. He has been going on with a temperature and his very delusional." barked the High Priest.
Ankhkare carefully took Mokuba out of the High Priest's arms and set him on a bed. He felt the boy's forehead and probed him with his healing magic. With a sigh, Ankhkare turned around to face the High Priest.
"Well?" shouted the man.
Ankhkare chewed his lip nervously and said, "I'm afraid to say that."
* * * * to be continued . . . maybe* * *
Oh! I ended it right there? Cliffhanger, I think, I've always wanted to try one. Guess what happened to Mokuba (Well that's obvious)? Sorry it took so long to update. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Meet my newest muse! His name is Sabrion, he is an elf with long dark hair like Elrond, kinda pale. Good with the sword and knives (hint, hint, hint, knudge, nudge, nudge). He's really really nice! Gives me great ideas for storylines.
Sabrion: Um, hello.
He's kinda shy so give him some room to breathe.
