Through The Shadows – Chapter 2 – The Watcher
Malik: Oh, I see that FAB is finally gone…
FAB: No I'm not! Get off my computer, Malik, let me write the second chapter!
Malik: Do you always have to expel me? I just wanna live…
FAB: Wanna get hurt? (Takes out the sword)
Malik: (swallowing) Nope…
FAB: That's good. Well hello there, dear ANGST readers! How are you today? I'm about to try and save this story, so now is the time for the second chapter! I told you it is not going to be ONE SHOT…
Still I haven't got any reviews for this work, and I expect some exalted soul to review this time…Oh well…
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN YGO! Unlucky me…
Malik: Are you going to stop this blabbing of yours?
FAB: Get quiet there, in your corner! Before I send you to the Shadow Realm!
Malik: Oh NO! Be good, dear people, and review…My life is in real danger here…
FAB: That's enough Malik. Now on with this story…
Chapter 2 – The Watcher
Kisara washed her face over the basin near the river. She tried to get rid of the redness spread over her cheeks. She was about to cry again, her hands immediately covered her eyes, trying to stop the tears. She bent down and immersed her face in a dripping handful of cool water. She looked at her reflection in the water, her eyes almost invisible in the blue of the Nile.
She got dressed, wearing traditional yet simple clothes. She paced around in her room, looking at all the things she used to live among. Her hands touched the wooden table and her bed. She sat down on it, staring around, full of nostalgic memories and feeling the sadness and the helplessness consuming her. But she wasn't afraid anymore; Seth told her: "Don't be afraid"…He was going to help her out…
A maid knocked on the door, and Kisara got up and opened it. "The master wants you down, mistress," said the maid "He is ready…"
Kisara nodded, looking one last time on her bedroom. She wouldn't ever see it again; this room wasn't much, but it was hers. She lived here, dreamt there, sang to herself when she thought about Seth, and the happiness filled her heart. She was there through happy and mournful moments…Was she really going to lose all of this?
Her father waited for her outside, in the carriage hitched to horses. He looked at her, his black eyes narrowing at her red cheeks and trembling bottom-lip. "Stop showing your weaknesses!" he told her harshly "You are not going there to be executed. The Pharaoh has the most powerful empire in this world; He is the King of this earth and the chosen of the gods. Enough with your stupid behaviour." He said, helping her sit next to him. She nodded out of habit, and bowed her head. She stared at her feet during the entire ride to the Pharaoh palace.
Seth was sitting in the royal courtroom, listening to some boring speech. He glanced at the Pharaoh several times, while his fingers silently explored the engravings of his Millennium Rod. He thought about Kisara, hatred and grudge towards the Pharaoh filled his soul. (He is going to take everything I've ever had…I can't let him. I won't let him take Kisara away from me…)
Atemu stood up, the light of the room glowing on his golden jewelries covering his body. He wore his red cloak and looked very impressive. He started talking about their earlier discussion, but Seth couldn't concentrate. He was still worried about Kisara. Atemu's voice creating a hole inside Seth's head, while other feelings and the desire to scream fighting over him, Seth sat silently, his face blank, hiding all the feelings he might have.
Finally Atemu stopped his talks, and dismissed his advisors. Seth got up, he was about to leave; After all, he had a lot of work to do in the Temple. The Pharaoh could dismiss him, but the serving Ra was forever. "Priest Seth…" he heard the voice of the All-Mighty-King behind him "Stay. I have to talk with you." said Atemu behind Seth's back. Seth stopped his pacing and turned around, his Rod in one hand and his cloak waving around him. Atemu looked at him for some time, studying him, and then he signed him to sit in front of his golden throne.
Seth obeyed silently, waiting politely for the Pharaoh to start. Atemu then smiled and leant back. "You see, Seth, yesterday I had found me a beautiful girl to be my wife. She is from a good family. Her father is one of my closest acquaintances, and his daughter is one of the prettiest girl in my kingdom. I want to marry her as soon as possible. I want you to tell when you think it is appropriate to hold the wedding." said Atemu calmly. Seth's rage roared like a hungry dragon inside his core, but he managed to take over his feelings. His face remained calm and blank when he answered "I need to check the stars before I can answer the question. That's not so simple." he said and his hands tightened around the Rod.
"I understand," said Atemu "Do remember to check this, and inform me later. Now, I want you to accompany me. Her father is bringing her to me, and I want you to tell me what you think about my choice." Atemu stood up, Seth was waiting for him to pass him, still full of anger and hate. (Is he doing this on purpose? Does he know about Kisara and me?) thought Seth while silently following the all-mighty Pharaoh. (Kisara…Are you alright?) And the blinks of worry were beating with his heart.
Kisara swallowed hard as they reached the royal palace. She couldn't bring herself to move, and her father looked at her impatiently. "Get up already!" he told her angrily "The Pharaoh is waiting for us. Now get up!" Kisara slowly rose from her place and got off the carriage. Her father caught her arm, and pulled her forwards the entrance, making her walk faster. She resisted, trying to push him, but that was useless. She was forced to walk through corridors and gorgeous rooms, until they reached the main throne hall. The doors were closed, and Kisara's father signaled one of his servants to get inside and ask for permission to their entry.
The servant ran into the hall, bowing his head, and disappeared behind the heavy door. Kisara couldn't bear it anymore. The nerves were starting to get to her; she hated to be treated like a doll, like a lifeless being. She had her life, and she had her love and feelings, and the thought of being used like this made her almost scream. In one intense movement, Kisara broke off her father's grip on her arm, and started running towards the exit.
"GET HER!"
Seth heard the young servant announcing about Kisara's arrival. He was ready to play his role as Pharaoh advisor, and his heart was beating from the thought Kisara would enter the hall soon to stand before the Pharaoh. Atemu smiled and told the servants to open the door for the delegation, but suddenly a wild scream was heard in the room, causing Seth to freeze on his place.
"GET HER!"
That was the voice of Kisara's father. Atemu moved on his place, confused. "What is going on?" asked several voices from the hall. Atemu calmed down, leaning back. "I think we will discover soon." he said to Seth who was sitting beside him. Seth gripped the Rod hard, trying to figure out what could have happened.
Kisara was running as fast as she could, but five guards were now chasing after her, she jumped over a statue, hiding behind it, and then run to the opposite direction. Grabbing the walls, she tried to sneak into some other room, but one of the guards had finally caught her. She tried to twist herself free, but it was to no advantage; the guards encircled her and pulled her towards the hall again. All that time she was twisting and screaming on them to leave her alone. "LET ME GO!" she yelled. When they passed her father, he looked at her with absolute anger in his eyes. He slapped her, causing tears to stream from her eyes.
Seth stood up, hearing screams and enraged voices. (What are they doing?) he searched for Kisara, and his eyes widened in shock when he saw the guards roughly pushing her into the hall. The Pharaoh was still sitting down, looking at the sight before him. He didn't do anything to stop the guards.
Kisara was thrown on her knees on the floor before the throne, and Seth jumped from his seat. "Remain on your place, Seth." said Atemu quietly. Seth glared at him. "Tell them to stop treating her like this!" he said angrily "Tell them to stop." he nearly whispered as he sat down again, looking at Kisara.
She looked up with a defeat in her bluish eyes, her long hair falling freely on her shoulders and her back. She eyed the throne, trying to see clearly the figure sitting there. She saw only his body, wrapped in red cloak. But his face was invisible to her. She couldn't see his eyes through the shadows.
Her father spoke to the Pharaoh; Kisara wasn't listening. She felt her father's hand holding her arm tightly, and looked up at the mysterious figure of the Pharaoh, trying to see him. Her eyes then looked beside the figure, and her breath froze. She saw Seth there, sitting near the Pharaoh, looking back at her. She felt a blink of relief when she noticed him. He looked at her, and slowly moved his lips, trying to get her to understand the words he was speaking. "Be calm, don't do anything stupid…" he said voicelessly. Kisara looked at him, as a little smile appeared on her face.
The Pharaoh was looking at Kisara. He saw her trying to see him, and how she failed. He saw her looking at Seth, and the change of her expression. His eyes traveled to Seth sitting next to him. (So he knows her…And she knows him…Weird, I know that Seth has some mysterious girl meeting him at his palace. So why is he looking at Kisara that way? Of course, she so beautiful, anyone would stare at her!) Atemu thought to himself, paying only little attention to Kisara's father speech.
Finally Kisara's father finished his talks. Then Kisara tried to pull her arm away from the death grip of her father. She managed to free her arm, and started stepping back, almost falling. The figure on the throne stood up. Finally she saw his face, and it caused her to be frozen on place again.
His eyes looked at her, admiring her. He stepped off his throne towards her, his eyes never leaving her face. Seth followed him. The guards were now behind her, ready to catch her if she tried to run away again.
Atemu's steps echoed through the hall, and all the servants and the people presenting there stared at her, transfixed. The tension around her was so thick; she could almost feel it cutting her skin like razors. And she couldn't stand there anymore.
Seth watched her suffering. He saw her eyes narrowing and her breath hitching. She looked so fragile, so broken from what was about to happen that it slashed his heart. But there was nothing he could do right now. He couldn't help her. He could just watch her there, glaring fearfully at the Pharaoh. He could just watch her being taken away. He almost lost all hope.
Atemu was close to her now. He looked into her eyes, searching for a glimpse of approval. But he saw only confusion and fear. (She is afraid of me right now. I can understand that. Soon, she gets accustomed to her new life. She doesn't have to be anxious,) thought Atemu.
"Take her to my rooms," he said to his guards and they forcefully walked her out of the throne hall, not letting her squirm away.
Seth looked after her petite form, disappearing in the shadows of the corridor, and wished he could run over there and hug her.
But he had to suppress these feelings. He had to plan his next steps carefully. He was about to get Kisara back to him, no matter how.
FAB: Liked that? I think it is going to be interesting…What do you think, Malik?
Malik: Ahm…I don't know…I think it is ok.
FAB: You see, people? If Malik says it is ok then you have to agree!
Malik: Therefore Read and Review!
FAB: That's right. I'll try to update ASAP. Meantime Malik and I are going to study for the Damn History Test! Oh well…
Bye, and have a nice weekend!