The third X; The youngest pharoh, Yami's legacy

Bel um Ful paced back and forth between the rooms, the halls marble floors remained unscratched even with his furious pacing. Bel um Ful looked up at the stars, restlessness emanating from his very core. "Rah, why won't you let me rest?" he sighed to himself and stopped his pacing. The scream had woken him earlier and now he couldn't return to sweet, blissful sleep.

Bel um Ful kicked the statue near his bed and sat down rubbing his sore toe. This would be a long night.