Wee! Another chapter finished! XD
Rowan Girl: I really hate the fork thing XD
LariaKaiba: XD I didn't mean to make it short! It just turned out that way... and Yani... you don't get a cookie because you bother Laria!
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---The Dream---
I looked up at my father, his smile playing on his face as he waited for a response.
"W-Where'd you get this?" I managed to muster up, mostly concentrating on my breathing. His smile disappeared and was replaced with a look of disappointment.
"I got it at a market stand in Egypt." He replied. Concern crossed his eyes as he asked a question.
"What's wrong Amane?"
I shook my head, telling him quickly that it was nothing. I gave him a quick hug then I headed upstairs, closing my bedroom door silently behind me. My heart thudded rather harshly against my chest as I raced to my desk and tore open the drawers. My hands grabbed my picture of the boy and set it on the table, putting the ring right beside it. I took several deep breaths, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart. But it didn't slow, and suddenly the darkness engulfed me. I didn't notice the shimmering golden glow that came from the ring as I fell, my eyes closing before my head hit the ground.
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It was dark. Too dark in fact.
But suddenly I saw light... light coming from a candle. Shock filled my body as the candle's light glowed against the skin of its holder and instantly I knew who he was.
The boy... the boy from the picture.
He looked straight at me, his grin never faltering, and it was like he didn't see me at all. He turned around, walking along the tunnel.
A tunnel? But I was in my room. How'd I get here?
I tried to ask these questions to the boy, but it was like I wasn't even there. He ignored me and just kept walking, forcing me to follow him to wherever he was going.
During our little journey, he kept turning around, as if he was looking out for something. But then he stopped, so I did too, and he looked around. Then he entered a room that was connected to the tunnel. A room that I didn't notice until he entered it and so I peered in.
In the middle of the room stood a table, the surface of it glowing a bright gold because of the object sitting on top of it. I gasped at the sight of it as I realized that the object was the Millennium Ring.
The boy smirked, his eyes clearly showing triumph as he reached for the Ring.
"Stop right there thief!" A deep voice called out from behind us. The boy and I whipped our heads around, eyes spotting a boy who looked about the same age as the other boy.
The accused thief's eyes widened, only for them to narrow to glare at the boy. His smirk grew wider as he opened his mouth to address the boy.
"Why it's the Pharaoh! How nice it is to see you!" He said mockingly, bowing slightly to add to his greeting. The Pharaoh narrowed his eyes, clearly not amused by the thief's act.
"Silence thief! I will not let you get your hands on the Millennium Ring! Nor will I tolerate you robbing the tombs of past Pharaohs!" He said.
"And what if I don't stop?" The thief asked softly, his smirk remaining on his face as the Pharaoh opened his mouth to reply.
"Then this will happen." He replied, the pendant around his neck glowing brightly after he spoke. I shielded my eyes as the Ring glowed in response, casting the tiny room into bright, golden light.
"If you want the Ring so much," I heard the Pharaoh began. "Then you shall get it. You will be sealed in the Ring as a spirit for eternity... Only returning when your reincarnation has received it."
Then it turned dark.
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My eyes fluttered open, and I immediately noticed the searing pain shooting up and down my arm. I groaned slightly as I sat up, my hand accidentally resting on something cold and wet. I raised my hand up quickly and peered down, my eyes widening as I saw a knife laying there, the tip stained with blood.
I looked at my arm, noticing a deep cut that ran through my arm. It was still bleeding slightly and I used my other hand to grab a tissue and press it against the wound to stop the bleeding. I instantly noticed that my fingers were stained with my blood and I began to panic, wondering mentally what was going on.
I stood up to head to the bathroom to bandage my wound. But something caught my eye before I took a step. I looked at it and I gasped at what I saw. Someone had drawn something on my picture of the boy, and it wasn't very amusing.
Around the boy's neck was the Millennium Ring... except it was drawn with blood – my blood.
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End of Chapter Four! Review and maybe I'll update faster!