Back again! Sorry about the delay, but here's the new chapter! I'm glad
to see that there were not that many death threats or attacking me in this
chapter! Yay ^^! So now I must thank all those nice people out there:
Osiris Lee: Yes, there's the dilemma and um...will they die? *looks at Latin book* um...*starts running in the opposite direction*
VampssAmby10210: Yeah, most likely a later in Domino thing or maybe something else. I planned to do a future thing though.
Evil Chibi Malik: Plushie and pocky!!! *hug* did you put Nanashi on sugar again? He's acting awfully hyper...with the whole naming Kharue-sama Kha-chan. Eh, *shrugs* I know why Kharue-sama's kohl is smudged...*evil grin at Kharue-sama's terrified expression* don't worry Kharue-sama; I won't tell...just yet...and yes, Bakura is extremely protective and possessive of Ryou! Don't worry about Isis, she gets her brother back soon, she'll be happier!
Rowan girl from mediaminer.org: Thank you! The ending will be happy, but the chapter before the ending?...let's just say it won't be so happy...
DreamingChild: *creeps away while she can* *whispers* Sorry, and I updated! ^_^!
Jou: how may licks DOES it take to get to the center of the tootsie pop? *ponders* the commercial said three, but that's a lie!!!! I must find out the truth now!!! *goes off to find tootsie pop*
Yuri Rikusentai: Thank you, I feel for you too! SAT's are a pain and I have to get a good score to get into a nice little college and work my ass off for another four years before going to grad school...the joys of life ne? Anyways, I wish you the best of luck as well and hope you get into Dual Enrollment!
Nadako-Mika: Um...yes? *cowers* I'm sorry! But it has to happen for my story to have a happy ending! As for not updating? I'll live...sort of...it would be nice to read your fics again, but no pressure! Plus you're a far better writer than I am, so take your time! You're fics have plenty of good detail as well so don't worry!!!! Yeah, I also abandon my other fics, hence I write only one at a time...I wouldn't be able to handle four fics a once...in other words, I'm lazy...
LaDy SaSaMi7: O_O!!!!! Rabid fan girls?!?!?!?!?!?! SHIIIIITTTT!!!!!! *runs away and goes to hide* and I was going to add lots of angst in this chapter too! Maybe not...dunno yet...- .-, that's sad...I'm the writer and I don't know...
Occi: EEP!!! *hurries to type* I'm sorry! I'm typing! I cannot break the cycle of your life!
So I think that I'll have about three or two more chapters until the end of this fic here! Yes the end is coming up soon! After that I'll go on to a new fic and if you want, there are some summaries of some new fics on my bio and just write in a review what you want to read, if not, I'll just pick myself. So keep an eye out for the summaries, they have no titles because I always do titles last, I'll add more soon! Anyways, on with the fic!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura and hints of angst... ***************************************************************** ******************* The wind whipped harshly across his face, scoring the face with the tiny grains of sand. He ignored it though, for the moment his eyes were focused on the towering palace ahead, the white stone gleaming in the moonlight. He could almost make out the flickering bits of flames from torches. With a steady hand he urged the camel onward. As he came to the entering gates of the city he dismounted the camel and tied him to a tree, he'd come back for it later...if someone didn't steal it first that is...
Entering the city his sandals barely made a sound in the darkened streets, the sand crunching under his steps. All the civilians were asleep, hiding away from Set's darkness. The cloak that covered his face fluttered occasionally in the wind and in the dim moonlight the shine of his blades could be seen. It was warning enough for the petty pickpockets to stray away from him and he made his way to the palace in peace. As the outer gates guarding the palace grew visible his lavender eyes hardened at the sight of the guards.
"Who are you?"
Silently he showed the seal of the seer on his letter and after long minutes of examining the authenticity of the seal the guard grudgingly let him pass. With a hidden smirk he entered the gate and sent a glare at the guards back. He focused on the entrance of the palace and slowly put a hand on his dagger, cautious, just in case.
In the silent darkness he heard the faintest rustle of clothes and warily he turned, dagger unsheathed. He could hear the soft shallow breathes partially disguised by the winds and swinging in the general direction he lashed out.
"What the fucking hell was that for?!"
"Bakura?"
A lit torch was brought close by and he could see Bakura nursing a cut on his face, one that lay parallel to the one under his eye. Cursing with many more oaths and swears emitted from his mouth Bakura glared at Malik. With a small grin he just shrugged it off.
"Sorry"
"Just follow me"
Following his friend, Malik put the dagger back in his sash, assured that he wouldn't be harmed. Soon they came to the darkened hall of the seers and Bakura entered a door ornamented with the large Eye. Once he entered he felt warmer and comforted. A large fire with various orbs of glowing lights was placed around the room, handy work of Ryou. The said boy was sitting on the bed fussing over Bakura who didn't seem too keen on stopping him. The younger boy pressed his fingers on the newly made cut and as his hands glowed white for a minute and faded a scar could be seen, melting together with the other ones that adorned his face.
He let his gaze turn to the other figure thought, the one that sat by the fire light and face slightly shaded by the flames. Her large aquamarine eyes seemed to shine and sparkle like diamonds he constantly worked with. Smiling her made his way to the spot in which she stood and placed a small kiss on her cheek. She gave him a returning smile and smoothed back his wind tousled hair. He sat on the seat next to her and watched for a minute Ryou curling on Bakura's lap, smiling up at the thief and shyly placing a kiss on the tanned face. Bakura just returned the kiss and carried out the small lithe body to their own room.
"It's good to see you again..."
"Yes it is...I didn't think I would see you."
"Neither did I...maybe the Gods have shown us some mercy"
"Yes, I agree...why have you called me down here?"
The elder Ishtar paused for a minute and slowly met the serious lavender gaze and slowly took a hold of her brother's hand.
"Know this my brother...I have no choice but to do as the prophecy says...There is to be a sacrifice of seven souls on the night of the full moon, seven golden items will be made and powers restored in them. Six souls of the seers and the soul of the pharaoh..."
Malik didn't seem fazed, his lavender eyes calm and serene. He nodded his head slightly and looked out the window, gazing at the moon. Then finally he spoke.
"I feel sorry for Bakura..."
Isis smiled at her brother and also nodded, knowing that her brother understood.
"Yes, but he will not suffer for all eternity, do not fear my brother, do not fear..."
~*~
Rich heavy silks were draped around a beautifully furnished room, gold and silver adorning each corner making the room sparkle in the dim fire light. The crimson eyes of a certain Pharaoh lay on his bed, all jewelry gone and clad only in the simplest clothing her owned. His fingers were laced together under his head as he lay on the silks and sheer gauze. His eyes were fixed upon the white marble of the roof of his room and slowly he blinked. He let out a sigh and slowly turned to his stomach where from his view point he could see the sparkling jewels heaped on the bed side. He fingered a golden bracelet studded with rubies and slowly he lifted it close to his face before letting it drop to the blankets.
He drew it close to his eyes and examined it as closely as possible, noting the shine of the jewels, the smooth plane of gold, the artists' signature in the small underside corner of the bracelet. Amongst all his jewels and silks and riches that most in the kingdom would never have, he felt nothing like the Pharaoh of Egypt...
~*~
Silky chestnut locks stirred slightly as cold icy blue eyes stared at the flames entwining around his fingers. Playfully they ventured and weaved in and out like a kitten at play. He stared out at the window to be greeted by the crescent moon hanging over the horizon. So pale against the dark velvety blue of the night sky. He remembered back when he traveled, back when he was at the sea, how close the stars seemed at night, or how brighter the moon was. He thought back to the times when he crosses planes where fresh greenery thrived daily or when biting cold weather nipped at his skin in the morning, when Ra was still fully in the sky.
Smiling wistfully he sighed and with a flick of his fingers, the flames that ringed his fingers disappeared. He took out a brush and dipped it into a fresh pot of ink, the glistening concoction shining by the firelight. Over the stiff parchment he began to write. Small hieroglyphs recording his life as he was determined to have someone know his story.
~*~
Gentle amber orbs both stared out at the flames before them, hands gripped around mugs from where the steam arose gently. The sharpened scent of mint cleared their thoughts as they turned to face each other again. Slowly the smaller of two reached out and her slender fingers gripped her brother's hand.
"Are you afraid, brother?"
"Should I be afraid?"
"There is no reason to be afraid."
"Why is that?"
"Because I'll be there with you."
Slowly a small smile covered both faces as they resumed sitting there and staring at the flames flickering before them. The steam rose from the simple mugs and the quietly sipped the mint tea just like they did long ago back in their village.
~*~
Sharp emerald eyes stared up at the moon, long fingers laced together over his knee as he leaned back to his window sill. His long dark hair melted into the shadows of the night. No fire was lit in his room, he didn't need it. He preferred the dark anyways. His face was calm and expressionless; there was no point in panicking for something that was inevitable. The window was slightly open and he could feel the cold wind of the night sweep into his room. He could hear the slightest strains of laughter and he smiled. In a soft whisper he called out.
"You're there aren't you? Well, don't worry I'll be there soon..."
He smiled lightly again and closed the window. He stared up at the moon one last time before he moved to his bed and closed his eyes in a dreamful sleep in which maidens from the moon danced around him and he saw a sweet familiar face once more.
~*~
Long lithe fingers slowly kneaded the skin below, pressing out the knots that had formed on the other's back. The tan skin felt warm under his fingers and he occasionally bent down to trail down some kisses or nuzzle at the neck. Silvery hair was parted so that the short ragged strands fell across the tanned scarred cheek. The harsh garnet eyes were half laden as his lover gave him a soothing massage, the small fingers pinpointing his pressure points. As the time passed he surrendered to the sleepy demands of his mind and closed his eyes in sleep. Ryou smiled and simply went to extinguish the fire, letting only the orbs of light he had created illuminate his room. In the soft pure light, he saw for the first time Bakura asleep.
The tanned face for once seemed relaxed and unguarded, the harsh angles of his face smoothing out to make Bakura seem years younger. Ryou curiously peered at the smoothed face and for the first time saw how sad he looked. How much younger the face was when relaxed...then he realized that he never knew how old Bakura was. As he lay there in sleep, he looked no older than 17...it was amazing how the sharp angles made him look three years older. Smiling at his sleeping lovers face he laid close by and automatically Bakura had an arm drape around the slim waist of Ryou. The lithe body was brought close to the thief's and he breathed out a sigh of contentment before nuzzling his face into the soft silvery mane. Ryou smiled before he too closed his eyes and let sleep claim him.
~*~
The next night, as the moon rose in the sky once more, the crescent shape slowly beginning to fill, the six seers gathered deep into the bowels of the palace underground. There with them was the Palace smith, waiting instructions. The Pharaoh stood there with his proud figure and flaring crimson eyes and he face the six seers.
"You are sure there is no other way to save the kingdom?"
His voice calm and collected as all Pharaoh's were, yet only his eyes showed how much he feared the concept of a sacrifice. Looking at his seers he awaited their answer. It was not Isis or Ryou that spoke but rather Ryuugi.
"No. Last night, I had a dream...a horrible nightmare...I saw monsters, dragons and warriors that not of this world and they were in the kingdom of Egypt, killing, slaughtering everything in their paths. So much blood...just...so many people screaming...we must...for the kingdom..."
His emerald eyes were hard, his voice determined. He gripped Serenity's hand in his and she too did the same. Slowly all six seers nodded their agreement and finally in defeat the Pharaoh did too.
"Ryou, show us the seven items which you saw."
Ryou nodded and unrolling a sheet of papyrus seven items were drawn in ink, all but one bearing the Eye. Each seer drew close to the drawing and each seer touched their destined item. The Pharaoh seemed enthralled by the mere drawing of the pyramid as well.
"Yes...yes...we were destined to do this...I can feel it...just by these drawings, I can sense the will of the Gods...yes we will do as the prophecy says."
Atemu's crimson eyes shone with determination and he seemed sure and confident. As the night grew on, and many more nights to come, the smith and his helpers drew from precious gold the seven items; all of them shining and ready to be held by their owners. At last, after 20 moons had passed by the horizon all seven soul sacrificers were called down to the depth of the palace once more. The smith proudly laid out all seven items for all of them to see.
Atemu held the pyramid in his hands; he could feel each piece of the puzzle in his hands, like as if he was the puzzle itself. It felt welcoming in his hands.
Isis let the tauk rest on the hollow of her throat; somehow the gold seemed to be a comforting weight. She let her fingers graze the sharp points and the smooth plane of the Eye itself. She smiled.
Ryou let his pendant hang from his neck, the small spires jangling almost merrily. He tilted his head and looked down, tracing the full circle before letting his hand rest on the thin pyramid. He hugged the ring close to his body and smiled as well.
Set held the rod in his hands, experimentally twirling it and smiled slightly as he could hear the sharp blades slicing the air. His smile broadened when he found the concealed knife.
Jou let the ankh rest from his neck as well, and he gripped the loop of the ankh. It looked heaver than it was and he sighed as he felt warmth from the metal, it was friendly to him...
Serenity brought the scales close to her eyes, examining the two teetering plates, the gold shining in the dim firelight. Just even the slightest change in the wind tilting the scales. In it she felt the power to justice in her hands and nodded her head in affirmation.
Lastly Ryuugi picked up the smallest of items and stared at the eye. The small ball rolled around his palm and he stared at the hole for pupil. It somehow seemed to penetrate his mind and he lowered his gaze. With a small sad smile he closed his fingers around it and looked up.
All seven item holders met each other with a determined gaze. Their prophecy was set, their destinies sealed. They would save the kingdom and sacrifice their souls, yet behind the determined mask, they all trembled at the thought of the sacrifice and they all were terrified of the thought...after all they may be the most revered people in the kingdom, but they were people too. ***************************************************************** ************************** Yeah...okay, the next chapter is the big one, the actual sacrifice! *gulps and looks at the mob trying to break through her authoress lair* Yeah, so that means that there will be two more chapters to go! *pauses a minutes and totally breaks down* Kami-sama! That means my baby going to be done! *sobs* I'll miss this ficcy! It was my baby! *sobs more then stops when she hears her door staring to break* SHIT! I knew I should have made that door out of metal! *runs away* Remember people read and review and vote of a story you want to read next from my bio! Ja ne until the next chapter! ^_^
Osiris Lee: Yes, there's the dilemma and um...will they die? *looks at Latin book* um...*starts running in the opposite direction*
VampssAmby10210: Yeah, most likely a later in Domino thing or maybe something else. I planned to do a future thing though.
Evil Chibi Malik: Plushie and pocky!!! *hug* did you put Nanashi on sugar again? He's acting awfully hyper...with the whole naming Kharue-sama Kha-chan. Eh, *shrugs* I know why Kharue-sama's kohl is smudged...*evil grin at Kharue-sama's terrified expression* don't worry Kharue-sama; I won't tell...just yet...and yes, Bakura is extremely protective and possessive of Ryou! Don't worry about Isis, she gets her brother back soon, she'll be happier!
Rowan girl from mediaminer.org: Thank you! The ending will be happy, but the chapter before the ending?...let's just say it won't be so happy...
DreamingChild: *creeps away while she can* *whispers* Sorry, and I updated! ^_^!
Jou: how may licks DOES it take to get to the center of the tootsie pop? *ponders* the commercial said three, but that's a lie!!!! I must find out the truth now!!! *goes off to find tootsie pop*
Yuri Rikusentai: Thank you, I feel for you too! SAT's are a pain and I have to get a good score to get into a nice little college and work my ass off for another four years before going to grad school...the joys of life ne? Anyways, I wish you the best of luck as well and hope you get into Dual Enrollment!
Nadako-Mika: Um...yes? *cowers* I'm sorry! But it has to happen for my story to have a happy ending! As for not updating? I'll live...sort of...it would be nice to read your fics again, but no pressure! Plus you're a far better writer than I am, so take your time! You're fics have plenty of good detail as well so don't worry!!!! Yeah, I also abandon my other fics, hence I write only one at a time...I wouldn't be able to handle four fics a once...in other words, I'm lazy...
LaDy SaSaMi7: O_O!!!!! Rabid fan girls?!?!?!?!?!?! SHIIIIITTTT!!!!!! *runs away and goes to hide* and I was going to add lots of angst in this chapter too! Maybe not...dunno yet...- .-, that's sad...I'm the writer and I don't know...
Occi: EEP!!! *hurries to type* I'm sorry! I'm typing! I cannot break the cycle of your life!
So I think that I'll have about three or two more chapters until the end of this fic here! Yes the end is coming up soon! After that I'll go on to a new fic and if you want, there are some summaries of some new fics on my bio and just write in a review what you want to read, if not, I'll just pick myself. So keep an eye out for the summaries, they have no titles because I always do titles last, I'll add more soon! Anyways, on with the fic!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura and hints of angst... ***************************************************************** ******************* The wind whipped harshly across his face, scoring the face with the tiny grains of sand. He ignored it though, for the moment his eyes were focused on the towering palace ahead, the white stone gleaming in the moonlight. He could almost make out the flickering bits of flames from torches. With a steady hand he urged the camel onward. As he came to the entering gates of the city he dismounted the camel and tied him to a tree, he'd come back for it later...if someone didn't steal it first that is...
Entering the city his sandals barely made a sound in the darkened streets, the sand crunching under his steps. All the civilians were asleep, hiding away from Set's darkness. The cloak that covered his face fluttered occasionally in the wind and in the dim moonlight the shine of his blades could be seen. It was warning enough for the petty pickpockets to stray away from him and he made his way to the palace in peace. As the outer gates guarding the palace grew visible his lavender eyes hardened at the sight of the guards.
"Who are you?"
Silently he showed the seal of the seer on his letter and after long minutes of examining the authenticity of the seal the guard grudgingly let him pass. With a hidden smirk he entered the gate and sent a glare at the guards back. He focused on the entrance of the palace and slowly put a hand on his dagger, cautious, just in case.
In the silent darkness he heard the faintest rustle of clothes and warily he turned, dagger unsheathed. He could hear the soft shallow breathes partially disguised by the winds and swinging in the general direction he lashed out.
"What the fucking hell was that for?!"
"Bakura?"
A lit torch was brought close by and he could see Bakura nursing a cut on his face, one that lay parallel to the one under his eye. Cursing with many more oaths and swears emitted from his mouth Bakura glared at Malik. With a small grin he just shrugged it off.
"Sorry"
"Just follow me"
Following his friend, Malik put the dagger back in his sash, assured that he wouldn't be harmed. Soon they came to the darkened hall of the seers and Bakura entered a door ornamented with the large Eye. Once he entered he felt warmer and comforted. A large fire with various orbs of glowing lights was placed around the room, handy work of Ryou. The said boy was sitting on the bed fussing over Bakura who didn't seem too keen on stopping him. The younger boy pressed his fingers on the newly made cut and as his hands glowed white for a minute and faded a scar could be seen, melting together with the other ones that adorned his face.
He let his gaze turn to the other figure thought, the one that sat by the fire light and face slightly shaded by the flames. Her large aquamarine eyes seemed to shine and sparkle like diamonds he constantly worked with. Smiling her made his way to the spot in which she stood and placed a small kiss on her cheek. She gave him a returning smile and smoothed back his wind tousled hair. He sat on the seat next to her and watched for a minute Ryou curling on Bakura's lap, smiling up at the thief and shyly placing a kiss on the tanned face. Bakura just returned the kiss and carried out the small lithe body to their own room.
"It's good to see you again..."
"Yes it is...I didn't think I would see you."
"Neither did I...maybe the Gods have shown us some mercy"
"Yes, I agree...why have you called me down here?"
The elder Ishtar paused for a minute and slowly met the serious lavender gaze and slowly took a hold of her brother's hand.
"Know this my brother...I have no choice but to do as the prophecy says...There is to be a sacrifice of seven souls on the night of the full moon, seven golden items will be made and powers restored in them. Six souls of the seers and the soul of the pharaoh..."
Malik didn't seem fazed, his lavender eyes calm and serene. He nodded his head slightly and looked out the window, gazing at the moon. Then finally he spoke.
"I feel sorry for Bakura..."
Isis smiled at her brother and also nodded, knowing that her brother understood.
"Yes, but he will not suffer for all eternity, do not fear my brother, do not fear..."
~*~
Rich heavy silks were draped around a beautifully furnished room, gold and silver adorning each corner making the room sparkle in the dim fire light. The crimson eyes of a certain Pharaoh lay on his bed, all jewelry gone and clad only in the simplest clothing her owned. His fingers were laced together under his head as he lay on the silks and sheer gauze. His eyes were fixed upon the white marble of the roof of his room and slowly he blinked. He let out a sigh and slowly turned to his stomach where from his view point he could see the sparkling jewels heaped on the bed side. He fingered a golden bracelet studded with rubies and slowly he lifted it close to his face before letting it drop to the blankets.
He drew it close to his eyes and examined it as closely as possible, noting the shine of the jewels, the smooth plane of gold, the artists' signature in the small underside corner of the bracelet. Amongst all his jewels and silks and riches that most in the kingdom would never have, he felt nothing like the Pharaoh of Egypt...
~*~
Silky chestnut locks stirred slightly as cold icy blue eyes stared at the flames entwining around his fingers. Playfully they ventured and weaved in and out like a kitten at play. He stared out at the window to be greeted by the crescent moon hanging over the horizon. So pale against the dark velvety blue of the night sky. He remembered back when he traveled, back when he was at the sea, how close the stars seemed at night, or how brighter the moon was. He thought back to the times when he crosses planes where fresh greenery thrived daily or when biting cold weather nipped at his skin in the morning, when Ra was still fully in the sky.
Smiling wistfully he sighed and with a flick of his fingers, the flames that ringed his fingers disappeared. He took out a brush and dipped it into a fresh pot of ink, the glistening concoction shining by the firelight. Over the stiff parchment he began to write. Small hieroglyphs recording his life as he was determined to have someone know his story.
~*~
Gentle amber orbs both stared out at the flames before them, hands gripped around mugs from where the steam arose gently. The sharpened scent of mint cleared their thoughts as they turned to face each other again. Slowly the smaller of two reached out and her slender fingers gripped her brother's hand.
"Are you afraid, brother?"
"Should I be afraid?"
"There is no reason to be afraid."
"Why is that?"
"Because I'll be there with you."
Slowly a small smile covered both faces as they resumed sitting there and staring at the flames flickering before them. The steam rose from the simple mugs and the quietly sipped the mint tea just like they did long ago back in their village.
~*~
Sharp emerald eyes stared up at the moon, long fingers laced together over his knee as he leaned back to his window sill. His long dark hair melted into the shadows of the night. No fire was lit in his room, he didn't need it. He preferred the dark anyways. His face was calm and expressionless; there was no point in panicking for something that was inevitable. The window was slightly open and he could feel the cold wind of the night sweep into his room. He could hear the slightest strains of laughter and he smiled. In a soft whisper he called out.
"You're there aren't you? Well, don't worry I'll be there soon..."
He smiled lightly again and closed the window. He stared up at the moon one last time before he moved to his bed and closed his eyes in a dreamful sleep in which maidens from the moon danced around him and he saw a sweet familiar face once more.
~*~
Long lithe fingers slowly kneaded the skin below, pressing out the knots that had formed on the other's back. The tan skin felt warm under his fingers and he occasionally bent down to trail down some kisses or nuzzle at the neck. Silvery hair was parted so that the short ragged strands fell across the tanned scarred cheek. The harsh garnet eyes were half laden as his lover gave him a soothing massage, the small fingers pinpointing his pressure points. As the time passed he surrendered to the sleepy demands of his mind and closed his eyes in sleep. Ryou smiled and simply went to extinguish the fire, letting only the orbs of light he had created illuminate his room. In the soft pure light, he saw for the first time Bakura asleep.
The tanned face for once seemed relaxed and unguarded, the harsh angles of his face smoothing out to make Bakura seem years younger. Ryou curiously peered at the smoothed face and for the first time saw how sad he looked. How much younger the face was when relaxed...then he realized that he never knew how old Bakura was. As he lay there in sleep, he looked no older than 17...it was amazing how the sharp angles made him look three years older. Smiling at his sleeping lovers face he laid close by and automatically Bakura had an arm drape around the slim waist of Ryou. The lithe body was brought close to the thief's and he breathed out a sigh of contentment before nuzzling his face into the soft silvery mane. Ryou smiled before he too closed his eyes and let sleep claim him.
~*~
The next night, as the moon rose in the sky once more, the crescent shape slowly beginning to fill, the six seers gathered deep into the bowels of the palace underground. There with them was the Palace smith, waiting instructions. The Pharaoh stood there with his proud figure and flaring crimson eyes and he face the six seers.
"You are sure there is no other way to save the kingdom?"
His voice calm and collected as all Pharaoh's were, yet only his eyes showed how much he feared the concept of a sacrifice. Looking at his seers he awaited their answer. It was not Isis or Ryou that spoke but rather Ryuugi.
"No. Last night, I had a dream...a horrible nightmare...I saw monsters, dragons and warriors that not of this world and they were in the kingdom of Egypt, killing, slaughtering everything in their paths. So much blood...just...so many people screaming...we must...for the kingdom..."
His emerald eyes were hard, his voice determined. He gripped Serenity's hand in his and she too did the same. Slowly all six seers nodded their agreement and finally in defeat the Pharaoh did too.
"Ryou, show us the seven items which you saw."
Ryou nodded and unrolling a sheet of papyrus seven items were drawn in ink, all but one bearing the Eye. Each seer drew close to the drawing and each seer touched their destined item. The Pharaoh seemed enthralled by the mere drawing of the pyramid as well.
"Yes...yes...we were destined to do this...I can feel it...just by these drawings, I can sense the will of the Gods...yes we will do as the prophecy says."
Atemu's crimson eyes shone with determination and he seemed sure and confident. As the night grew on, and many more nights to come, the smith and his helpers drew from precious gold the seven items; all of them shining and ready to be held by their owners. At last, after 20 moons had passed by the horizon all seven soul sacrificers were called down to the depth of the palace once more. The smith proudly laid out all seven items for all of them to see.
Atemu held the pyramid in his hands; he could feel each piece of the puzzle in his hands, like as if he was the puzzle itself. It felt welcoming in his hands.
Isis let the tauk rest on the hollow of her throat; somehow the gold seemed to be a comforting weight. She let her fingers graze the sharp points and the smooth plane of the Eye itself. She smiled.
Ryou let his pendant hang from his neck, the small spires jangling almost merrily. He tilted his head and looked down, tracing the full circle before letting his hand rest on the thin pyramid. He hugged the ring close to his body and smiled as well.
Set held the rod in his hands, experimentally twirling it and smiled slightly as he could hear the sharp blades slicing the air. His smile broadened when he found the concealed knife.
Jou let the ankh rest from his neck as well, and he gripped the loop of the ankh. It looked heaver than it was and he sighed as he felt warmth from the metal, it was friendly to him...
Serenity brought the scales close to her eyes, examining the two teetering plates, the gold shining in the dim firelight. Just even the slightest change in the wind tilting the scales. In it she felt the power to justice in her hands and nodded her head in affirmation.
Lastly Ryuugi picked up the smallest of items and stared at the eye. The small ball rolled around his palm and he stared at the hole for pupil. It somehow seemed to penetrate his mind and he lowered his gaze. With a small sad smile he closed his fingers around it and looked up.
All seven item holders met each other with a determined gaze. Their prophecy was set, their destinies sealed. They would save the kingdom and sacrifice their souls, yet behind the determined mask, they all trembled at the thought of the sacrifice and they all were terrified of the thought...after all they may be the most revered people in the kingdom, but they were people too. ***************************************************************** ************************** Yeah...okay, the next chapter is the big one, the actual sacrifice! *gulps and looks at the mob trying to break through her authoress lair* Yeah, so that means that there will be two more chapters to go! *pauses a minutes and totally breaks down* Kami-sama! That means my baby going to be done! *sobs* I'll miss this ficcy! It was my baby! *sobs more then stops when she hears her door staring to break* SHIT! I knew I should have made that door out of metal! *runs away* Remember people read and review and vote of a story you want to read next from my bio! Ja ne until the next chapter! ^_^
