The light crept into Yami's room silently, slowly shinning over him.
Moments later, his eyes fluttered, and then they opened. He sat up, rubbing
his forehead. So, the liquid was a sleeping draft. He got off the pallet,
and found a pile of parchment in his room. He groaned.
Isis walked into the room, with a pitcher of water, "Morning Yami, Up so soon?"
"Another grueling day after another," he replied, "how I wish I weren't the prince."
Isis laughed, "You wish you weren't prince? I'd like to see you take on a commoners life!"
He continued grumbling, "Well, it isn't easy being a prince!"
"I can tell, oh right, Stefan came earlier this morning, you have burial detail to do."
He groaned, "Burial Detail?"
"Not to mention that you also have to write a report. I really don't know how your father can actually make you do this stuff." Isis commented, shaking her head.
Yami kicked a chair over, while he let out a string of Egyptian curse words.
Isis just smiled, and continued to clean his room.
"Now how in the name of Ra am I going to get all this stuff done?"
"Well Yami, I'd suggest you want to go see the deceased. You know very well that the bodies will rot. Rotted bodies mean possible sickness."
"You got a point there. I guess I'd better go before they wreak havoc."
"That you should. Have nice time Yami!" She teased.
"Nice Time? You've got to be kidding me!"
She smiled again, and walked off. Yami groaned. 'May Ra help me.' He thought.
As he arrived at the battle scene, he nearly lost his stomach. Oh it was horrible. Men were dead on the ground, wounds, faces clawed in agony. Cut throats, men in the positions as they died. Snapped arrows everywhere, broken spears and an occasional broken sword sheared off at the end, were littered everywhere. Horses, lay dead at their feet. Shields cracked, remains of fire traces, were left.
"Egypt has suffered a great lost Majesty," a man said, bowing slightly.
"How many? How many dead?" he questioned.
"Many Majesty, our loss was great. Nearly 300 men." He said, shaking his head.
He winced. Almost 300 men dead. That was nearly the entire army. Out of the 400 who went, barely a hundred came back. The men, who had survived the battled, were separating the ones from Weevil's followers and Egypt's men. As they were pilling, Yami was asked, 'What shall we do with the traitors?'
"Ahh, douse them with oil, and light them up. That should take care of them." He replied.
* * *
Upon his arrival at the palace, a guard said roughly, "Your Father would like to see you, Your Majesty."
Yami sulked the entire way, dragging his feet across the floor. As he slowly entered the room, he said in a dull voice, "Yes Father?"
"Where is the report! I've been frantic for the entire morning! You know that the report is very important!" Tristan cried, who had been pacing the floor.
Yami started to feel his temper boiling up, and started to yell back, "You want your stupid report? Go get it and write it yourself. Go look at the dead. Look at what our people had to do for the sake of you! Go. I dare you to. Get off your 'Royal Feet' and work! I'm not your slave!" he cried, and stormed out of the room.
Storming down the hallway, into his room, he saw the pile of parchment waiting for him. He stormed over to the pile, and carried the parchment in his hand and stormed back into Tristan's room, who was still surprised.
"You want your report fine! This is your report!" he cried, ripping the parchment into many pieces before storming out again.
He stomped back into his room, and kicked the chair that had been set up again, which fell over with a crash. The sound immediately brought Isis back into the room. She rushed in, nearly tripping over the overturned chair. Yami sat down cross-legged on his pallet, arms crossed over his chest, mumbling something incomprehensible. Isis smiled, setting the chair upright again.
"What are you smiling about?" Yami grumbled.
"I wish you could see how, uh.oh never mind," Isis told him, trying to explain.
Yami sighed and fell back onto his pallet. He closed his eyes, and started to have a nightmare. He was in the realms of the dead, still alive, just barely, but those who were dead were clawing at him. The realm was dark, with shadows lurking in every corner. Their cries sent shivers down Yami's back, and then, he met the god himself. He woke up, screaming. He finally calmed himself down, taking deep, silent breaths. His scream brought Isis and Stefan into the room, frantically.
"It was a nightmare, it was a nightmare," Yami kept repeating. He could feel the Goosebumps on his arm. He shuddered.
* PLEASE HELP ME BY READING SAD OPERATION AND UPDATING. IT IS A ONE SHOT STORY ABOUT SERENITY. THANK YOU! *
A/N: sorry for taking so long to update! I won't be here to update from Sept. 29 to October 4 or 5th as it seems. I will be at Fulong, so I won't be able to get any interent access or anything. Which sucks. Anyways, I have been very busy this week with tests and all. I'm sorry. Please Read and Review and I will try my best to continue. ^^ Have a nice day!
Isis walked into the room, with a pitcher of water, "Morning Yami, Up so soon?"
"Another grueling day after another," he replied, "how I wish I weren't the prince."
Isis laughed, "You wish you weren't prince? I'd like to see you take on a commoners life!"
He continued grumbling, "Well, it isn't easy being a prince!"
"I can tell, oh right, Stefan came earlier this morning, you have burial detail to do."
He groaned, "Burial Detail?"
"Not to mention that you also have to write a report. I really don't know how your father can actually make you do this stuff." Isis commented, shaking her head.
Yami kicked a chair over, while he let out a string of Egyptian curse words.
Isis just smiled, and continued to clean his room.
"Now how in the name of Ra am I going to get all this stuff done?"
"Well Yami, I'd suggest you want to go see the deceased. You know very well that the bodies will rot. Rotted bodies mean possible sickness."
"You got a point there. I guess I'd better go before they wreak havoc."
"That you should. Have nice time Yami!" She teased.
"Nice Time? You've got to be kidding me!"
She smiled again, and walked off. Yami groaned. 'May Ra help me.' He thought.
As he arrived at the battle scene, he nearly lost his stomach. Oh it was horrible. Men were dead on the ground, wounds, faces clawed in agony. Cut throats, men in the positions as they died. Snapped arrows everywhere, broken spears and an occasional broken sword sheared off at the end, were littered everywhere. Horses, lay dead at their feet. Shields cracked, remains of fire traces, were left.
"Egypt has suffered a great lost Majesty," a man said, bowing slightly.
"How many? How many dead?" he questioned.
"Many Majesty, our loss was great. Nearly 300 men." He said, shaking his head.
He winced. Almost 300 men dead. That was nearly the entire army. Out of the 400 who went, barely a hundred came back. The men, who had survived the battled, were separating the ones from Weevil's followers and Egypt's men. As they were pilling, Yami was asked, 'What shall we do with the traitors?'
"Ahh, douse them with oil, and light them up. That should take care of them." He replied.
* * *
Upon his arrival at the palace, a guard said roughly, "Your Father would like to see you, Your Majesty."
Yami sulked the entire way, dragging his feet across the floor. As he slowly entered the room, he said in a dull voice, "Yes Father?"
"Where is the report! I've been frantic for the entire morning! You know that the report is very important!" Tristan cried, who had been pacing the floor.
Yami started to feel his temper boiling up, and started to yell back, "You want your stupid report? Go get it and write it yourself. Go look at the dead. Look at what our people had to do for the sake of you! Go. I dare you to. Get off your 'Royal Feet' and work! I'm not your slave!" he cried, and stormed out of the room.
Storming down the hallway, into his room, he saw the pile of parchment waiting for him. He stormed over to the pile, and carried the parchment in his hand and stormed back into Tristan's room, who was still surprised.
"You want your report fine! This is your report!" he cried, ripping the parchment into many pieces before storming out again.
He stomped back into his room, and kicked the chair that had been set up again, which fell over with a crash. The sound immediately brought Isis back into the room. She rushed in, nearly tripping over the overturned chair. Yami sat down cross-legged on his pallet, arms crossed over his chest, mumbling something incomprehensible. Isis smiled, setting the chair upright again.
"What are you smiling about?" Yami grumbled.
"I wish you could see how, uh.oh never mind," Isis told him, trying to explain.
Yami sighed and fell back onto his pallet. He closed his eyes, and started to have a nightmare. He was in the realms of the dead, still alive, just barely, but those who were dead were clawing at him. The realm was dark, with shadows lurking in every corner. Their cries sent shivers down Yami's back, and then, he met the god himself. He woke up, screaming. He finally calmed himself down, taking deep, silent breaths. His scream brought Isis and Stefan into the room, frantically.
"It was a nightmare, it was a nightmare," Yami kept repeating. He could feel the Goosebumps on his arm. He shuddered.
* PLEASE HELP ME BY READING SAD OPERATION AND UPDATING. IT IS A ONE SHOT STORY ABOUT SERENITY. THANK YOU! *
A/N: sorry for taking so long to update! I won't be here to update from Sept. 29 to October 4 or 5th as it seems. I will be at Fulong, so I won't be able to get any interent access or anything. Which sucks. Anyways, I have been very busy this week with tests and all. I'm sorry. Please Read and Review and I will try my best to continue. ^^ Have a nice day!