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In the last chapter, Priest Set has brought Kisara to Priest Akunadin and Gelbek. Gelbek tells them that to bring out Kisara's ka, they have to 'test' her and by test, he means risk her life. Kisara makes an inaccurate assumption of Priest Set's feelings about practically sending her to her death, and walks out onto the platform ready to die.

Told in Kisara's POV.

"…" someone else is talking

'…' Kisara is talking, otherwise she's just thinking. After all, it's in her perspective.

I italicized lines from the story that I will explain the reason for at the end of the story. If there's anything else you want me to italicize (doesn't have to be so I'll explain it, but that's ok too), please tell me so in a review and I'll edit the chapter and chapters to come. If there's anything inaccurate, please tell me so I'll rewrite that part.

Italics =flashbacks; dreams

Bold = emphasis

Ok, I changed the notes thingy, and i made footnotes, so it's not italicized anymore.

And someone wrote to me in a review, asking me why Kisara was so naïve in the dream is she was so troubled. Sorry I didn't clarify this in the last chapter, but the reason is because the dream is a flashback. I know it's confusing, but I wasn't sure what to put it as since the thing happened while she was asleep.

Anyway, enough of what it was, let's get to her behavior. In the dream/flashback, Kisara was still a child, and held hope that there was someplace she belonged in the world. Her 'friend' knew she was different and despite constantly acting as her superior, but was one of the few people Kisara could sort of have a conversation with. Kisara's little outburst was due to her 'friend' just smashing what little faith and trust Kisara had in this girl, and all the anger she felt towards her was unleashed because of her 'friend' deciding Kisara was inferior.

The present ancient Egypt Kisara is far more pessimistic, true, but after years of having her hopes shattered, she couldn't have remained as happy and chipper as she was then. If she was, that'd be way too much like a Mary-Sue, to be happy and still have hope in the world if people have scorned you all your life and there was no one you could trust.

And now about why Kisara seems like she just wants to die, it's probably clear by now, but because of her not so chipper life, her debt to Priest Set, and her misunderstanding of his facial expression, she's forcing herself to go through with it because she thinks it'll repay her debt, and that way she can die with the knowledge that not the entire world hates her.

Everything is so dark. What happened? I'm awake, but I can't open my eyes. I'm aware of my surroundings, but I can't make a sound. The last thing I remember…

-Flashback-

I'm flying. Flying. I look at myself, yet the sight that meets my eyes is foreign. White skin, as hard and cold as metal armor. Below me are the monsters about to attack what I thought was me. They're about to attack my human body! This is so bizarre. I've never been in this form before, but it feels so right, so true to be like this. Soaring above everyone, I feel so powerful, a feeling that's always been alien to me on land.

Gliding down, I grab my human body and Priest Set and shield them with my tail. This is who I'm meant to be, this is what I'm meant to do. Protect people. There is a faint sound coming to my right. Funny, my eyesight is so much better now, but I can hardly hear anymore. But I can see them talking. These people, Priest Akunadin and Gelbek, they were screaming. What for? I'm alright, Priest Set is alright, and I'm about to kill the man who attacked us. Now I see, their screams weren't of fear or concern even, it was of pure shock and amazement.

I don't waste any more time in assassinating the man. A short yelp of surprise quickly overcome by deafening screams of death, they all came as soon as I let out my fierce roar of a battle cry. Light, a burning bright dominant light fills the entire room, engulfing the prisoner, his ka, the planks of rotting wood, the rusting chains, the sharp spikes protruding from the pits and walls, the very air surrounding all these, entirely, destroying them quicker than a flash of lightning.

The light accompanied by a bellowing thunder was more terrifying than anything I'd ever seen. True, this terror was made by me, but it seemed so unreal; far more surreal than me becoming a great beast that could fly. What was I? I have a tail, wings, claws, rows of sharp teeth, and white scales. Could I be a dragon? But did dragons not have black scales and red eyes? And I'm sure their bodies weren't quite as massive as mine, on the contrary, they're very bony.

No time to think right now, I'm dissolving. Dissolving?! NO! I'm going into that body. I DESPISE that body. I am so weak in it. NO! I want to stay here! In this form! This form is far more superb; this extraordinarily powerful, magnificent, graceful, majestic form. Not my human body, it's weak, it's pathetic, and it's useless.

-End Flashback-

Crack! Thud! Thud! Bam!

Something hits me. Literally, something hits me. Is that…limestone? The ceiling! It's falling apart! More is falling…I don't like this position. I feel so vulnerable lying down. I need to get out, but how? What can I do? I'm locked in a cell and no one's coming to rescue me. Not Priest Set, not the Pharaoh, none of the guards, I'm all alone. Why? Why can't I be that dragon, that beautiful creature from my dreams? If I were, I could just take to the skies and fly. Fly far far away. Away from this pain, this agony, this torture.

There's no time for hopeless dreams. There's a chance. A tiny chance that if I live, I'll see Priest Set again. I want him to see me again, I want to thank him, he's given me more than I've ever hoped for. Ahh! My heart is burning. My lungs are beginning to suffocate. I need to leave.

"You! Please, come with me! The palace is collapsing, there's no time to sleep, follow me!"

It's him! No! What if this is my fault? Did I transform to the beast in my dreams? Am I really a demon? This is my fault; I need to tell him. Everything I know about me, I want him to know it too.

'My name is Kisara.'

"Fine! Kisara, we need to get out, NOW!" Priest Set says to me, while wrenching open the bars that keep me in here.

'What happened? Is the earth trembling? What---'

"Come!"

He grabs my hand, and for a while, I follow him. But I need to leave: leave this city, leave this nation, leave him. But I need to ask more than anything. He pauses when I begin speaking.

'Tell me one thing: Is this my fault? By any chance, was the demon inside me responsible for this disaster?'

He turns around to look at me. There is so much sorrow in those eyes, so much despair. Only a few days, a few hours, a few weeks, which is it? Only a while ago, they were so confident and assuring. I believed every word single word he spoke. They weren't many, but it was comforting.

"Kisara. No. You didn't cause this. It was caused by a demon, yes, but that demon is the demon called humans. Humans engulfed by bribes of power and control, humans who worship the evils of the world, humans so inhumane they are the worst demons of all."

His voice no longer assures me nor comforts me. It too is stricken with despair and sorrow. But the turmoil so much deeper than what his eyes let in. It is how I feel inside, how I felt before. No hope, lament, he is mourning the loss of something important: himself. He is lost, confused, dazed, everything I was. Was not am. Was not am. Was…not am…

I mourn for his loss with him. He helped me find myself, am I the demon that yanked his soul away from him? I can tell I affected him somehow. When I came, he was so unsure about everything. He argued about everything concerning me. The priest inside him said to sacrifice me for the better of Egypt. But the part of him not devoted to the gods and to the Pharaoh and to Egypt wanted to keep me safe. How much torment shows on my porcelain face? How much languish shows through my sapphire eyes?[1]

"Don't worry. You don't have a demon inside you." He says. Those words I will remember forever.[2]

"Leave quickly! Seek out a place that's not burning or collapsing! Go; run from the flames of war!" He's about to turn away, to find himself again; to sort out his problems and learn to move on. Something I never could do.

For the first time in so long, I say something with all of my heart; something that someone else needed to hear.[3]

'Thank you.'

It comes out strong and angelic. I mean it. I smile at him. He stares, and a tiny smile spreads across his face. Then he leaves, and I turn away as well.

"Kisara! Seek the light that cannot be captured by darkness!" His words are solemn, I want to turn back, but I can't. I can't look back. If I do, I'll never be able to leave him.

I've decided. I want to protect him. Him only. Not Pharaoh, not the people of Egypt, not the poor like me. I want to protect Priest Set. If I could, I'd stay in that demon form forever just to serve him, to serve my master.

I can still see the palace. No…What am I thinking? It's a calling; I need to save him like he saved me. I'm going back. Whether I leave or not, there won't be a place better than being with him: someone who accepts me.

I start running back. This isn't good. There's a huge figure where we just were. So intimidating, so foreboding, so threatening. Before I know it, I'm only a few steps away from Priest Set. Who is that? There's the Sennen Eye. That must be Priest Akunadin. And Priest Set. He's hurting. Akunadin…He's the demon that caused Priest Set to lose himself.

Okay, guys, the next chapter is probably the last chapter. Sorry it took so long to get this to you, I was occupied with Social Studies homework. But I like this chapter.

[1] How much torment shows on my porcelain face? How much languish shows through my sapphire eyes?[1]

I think, by now, Kisara would have gained some self-esteem. Her dream of being this beautiful dragon and the care Set gives her helps her. Porcelain, sapphire, they're much better terms to describe herself.

[2] Those words I will remember forever.

This was a translation from a site. The previous paragraph is Kisara feeling compassion and pity towards Set. I've always heard that eyes can reveal a lot about what you're thinking, and that Set looked at her and realized that she, this tormented girl, was feeling sorry for him, this rich and powerful high priest. And he says that there are no demons inside of her because that means she's a good person to care about others, or at least him, even when her own problems aren't all solved.

[3] For the first time in so long, I say something with all of my heart; something that someone else needed to hear.

As opposed to before, in chapters one and two, everything she said was something like I'm sorry or thank you, but those were obvious why she said it, like when Set saved her life, or she did something wrong. Here, although you may think it's obvious, it's not really. You may think she's saying thank you because Set just got her out of the collapsing palace, but her thank you this time was for helping her become stronger simply by caring for her.