Chapter6:

Priest Seto's POV:
As of now, I don't trust my father anymore. That's why I now stay in the medical chambers sun in and sun out watching over Kisara. Poor girl, she's had some rough times.
There are times when she cries out in her sleep and wakes my father and cousin up. Pharaoh does not mind, but my father does. Pharaoh has to persuade my father not to come barging into the medical chambers and make matters worse. Fortunately, Kisara is resting peacefully now.
Two suns ago, she told me her story of how she was infected by the shadow.
"Remember when the palace was collapsing and you got me out of there?" she asked.
"How could I forget?" I reply, "Almost scared me straight to the afterlife."
"When your father struck me down with some kind of dark energy, and whether he intended to or not, I'm not really sure. But what I do know is that some of that dark energy seeped into me.
It was torture. Each moment was filled with pain and I just wanted the hurt to end."
She starts sobbing and covers her face with her hands. I take her hands in mine so her face is once again revealed. Such a beautiful face, scarred with sadness, pain, and memories that want to be forgotten.
"It's okay. Keep going, once you get it all out you'll carry less of a burden," I say.
She looks up and tears stain her light-skinned face.
"It's not hard for me to remember, it's just I don't want to remember. But I will, for you Seto," she says.
She's goes back to painful memories and continues, "It felt like I was on fire and like flesh was burning off my body. The pain was beyond compare. It seemed needles were being pressed deep inside my skin. It felt as if I had disgraced the Gods somehow and Ra had come down to release his rage on me.
I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, I couldn't even cry. My tears evaporated into nothingness. Something was being forced out of me, like my ka was being separated from my ba, but my ba wouldn't go willingly.
My sands of time were running out, or so I thought. I just wanted to go on to the afterlife to put me out of my misery, but I heard someone calling out my name.
To anyone else's ears, it could have been anybody, but to mine it wasn't just anybody's voice, it was yours.
I tried calling out to you, but nothing came out of my throat. It was like my words had just dissolved in my throat and memories flashed before my eyes.
When I was being beaten, meeting you, but they were gone as quickly as they had come as they shattered into millions of pieces, each the size of a single grain of sand.
And through all that, only one thought was going through my head, 'Why?'"
Tears are welling up in her eyes once more as she utters the word once more 'why?'
Then, she turns on me and sobs, "Why?! Why didn't you save me Seto?! Why?! If I heard your distant voice in the misery I went through, why couldn't you hear my cry for you?! Why?!"
She is now sobbing uncontrollably, and shame covers my face.
Now I ask myself, 'why?' Why couldn't hear my love's call for help? 'Why?'