Through The Shadows – Chapter 3 – Shadowed Fate

FAB: Ra in heaven, I hate tests! Do you, Malik?

Malik: Isn't that obvious? Do you consider me as some kind of geek?

FAB: Well…I'd rather keep my thoughts to myself...Oh, hello dear ANGST readers! How are you today? Sorry for not updating so long…Damn school…

I've discovered there are righteous people in this world! Thanks to the dear souls that reviewed me last time!

Anyways…I'm really sorry for not updating!

Malik: Stop apologizing, and just make a progress! I hate it when you are wasting time!

FAB: I hate it when you are disturbing me! Wanna get off? (Takes out the sword)

Malik: Ooh…Yeah… (Runs away)

FAB: Well…I didn't mean to scare him away…Nah, on with the story…

Chapter 3 – Shadowed Fate

Kisara slowly opened her eyes. She was lying on the bed, white silk blankets wrapped around her body. Late afternoon sun cast little warm rays around the shadowed room. She tried to sit down, and look around her. It wasn't her room at home. It wasn't Seth's palace either. Then where was she?

Kisara's hands now grabbed her head, the light material of the blanket caressing her face. What happened to her? She just couldn't remember…It seemed to her that she was sleeping forever…Her body was numb and she felt she couldn't move…

/"GET HER!"/

Her father's voice rang in her mind again and again; she closed her eyes as the headache filled her thoughts, her hair fell on her face as she let out small whimper. Now she could remember; the Pharaoh's palace, her attempt to run away, the guards pulling her back to the throne hall, the Pharaoh's mysterious figure. Her father's speech…And Seth…Seth watching her being dragged into…The Pharaoh's rooms! So there she was now. But she didn't recall falling asleep. She didn't remembered how they entered the room.

Kisara closed her eyes tightly, trying to focus and remember what happened after her pace in the corridor. She painfully remembered one of the guards pulling her back…The feeling of something soft on her nose and mouth…The smell was so sweet and heavy…So they just "calmed" her down…

Her head hurt so much that her eyes were filled with tears in an instant. She tried to breathe and somehow relieve the pain, but the air wouldn't reach her lungs. The attack passed, and the next minute she was breathing hard, her heart beatings fast and strong.

"You are awake." she heard an echoing voice somewhere near her. She barely lifted her head up to face the speaker. The red cloak still covered his body, and his intense purple eyes were darkened and calm. A new wave of pain immediately crossed her head. Her hands grabbed one another, when all the room span around her. Her bottom lip trembled when she struggled again for air.

The next moment he sat beside her, his warm hands taking her cold ones. "What is it with you?" he asked when he saw her eyes reflecting the pain she felt inside "Do you feel alright?". Could Kisara answer, she would have probably told him she was suffocating, but she felt so weak she couldn't even think about an answer. He held her head up, pulling her into a sitting position.

"Can…t…" Kisara let out in whimpers, her hands trying to escape his touch, "Ple..a..se" she tried to tell him to leave her alone, but he didn't understand what she was saying. "Kisara," he said her name, and she heard his voice like it was coming from far depths. She looked into his face fading into darkness when she fell unconscious into his arms again.

Seth looked at the sun setting down into the Nile as he sat on the summit of Ra Temple. No one, except him, could reach this place. The place was sacred, and Seth wanted to be alone, and feel the power of the eternity as he sat in one of the highest spots in the world. He could see outstanding view; the setting sun colored the world with gold, and his hands that traced the carvings of his Millennium Rod as usually, were also gold and shining.

He wanted Kisara to see this place. It was his secret place, and he never shared it with anyone. He wanted Kisara to sit here beside him, the sun casting golden light into her hair and on her bluish eyes, her smile was warmer than million rays. Yet he was ready for his plan. And the first thing he needed to do was to make sure he and Kisara had enough time. But then, afterwards, what was he going to do? Could they both run away?

Seth's eyes traveled to the horizons in front of him. He knew well what is lying behind the distant buildings. There was the desert: wilderness of burning sands and death…The only way to escape was via the sea: if there was a chance they won't get caught, they could get onto a boat and sail far away from this land. But where can they go? Where couldn't the Pharaoh, the all-mighty ruler, the king of land, find the two of them?

In addition, Seth didn't want to lose his positing as a high-priest. He loved the power that this kind of position granted him. And what would his father say if he run away just like this? He'd said Seth was a coward. That he couldn't fight for what was his. Seth wasn't a coward! He knew he could win Kisara back somehow.

The sun rays slowly slipped from the rim of the Temple as the sun's light was disappearing; few stars started to glow in the sky, shining. Seth watched them lit, as he noticed the one that was lighter than the others; it was also the higher among them. It reminded him of the Pharaoh, and his mighty position upon others. The highest star ever, looking down on this shadowed world.

And suddenly, a new star was lit up above. It was even higher than the previous one. Its light was stronger than the previous one.

And Seth finally realized what he had to do in order to stop the Pharaoh. He had to take the Pharaoh's place.

Kisara felt warm hands touching her face. She felt her body wrapped in the soft blanket. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt so heavy. Her head then was gently laid higher on the pillow, and she heard voices somewhere around her. They seemed far away from her, barely audible.

"Will she be alright?" said a voice in concern. She couldn't recognize its owner.

"Yes, it is just strange reaction to the medicine. She will be alright. There are some people who react strangely to the calming medicine. Despite this happens very rarely. It seems she is one of them, though. You mustn't let her smell the medicine anymore, your majesty." replied a feminine voice. Kisara tried again to open her eyes, but couldn't. She heard the noise of liquid pouring into a cup.

"I'll try to give this to her now. I think I can try to wake her up." stated the first voice again. Kisara heard it more clearly, and it sounded somehow familiar to her. She fought to open her eyes, and finally succeeded. Dim shadows were visible, as she moved slightly, pain crossing her head. She almost lost her breath.

She heard the sound of a cup being put on the table, when two strong arms were wrapped again around her, helping her sit in the bed. Then the person handed her the cup, placing it into her hands. "Here, my dear Kisara. Now drink this, it will help you." Kisara slowly nodded, slowly lifting it up to her lips. She sipped some warm liquid, and felt it flowing into her body, clearing her throat and her lungs.

"Yo may go now, Ikana." said the voice next to her.

Kisara saw the shadow of a young girl with long black hair bowing her head down. "Yes, your majesty." said the girl as she turned around and got out of the room.

Kisara focused on the person sitting beside her. She recognized the Pharaoh's face, as his hand touched hers. "Drink," he said again "You have to drink this. You will feel better." he told her. She felt him looking at her, observing every movement she made. So she lifted the cup once again, and drank the strange liquid. She did that several times, until the last drop of the beverage was gone.

The Pharaoh took the cup out of her now shaking hands. She heard him getting up, and again the sound of pouring liquid. She shivered as she tried to see the room around her again. The window was dark, and stars shone outside in the night sky. She let out soft a breath at the sight. She remembered running to Seth's palace after she discovered about her arranged marriage. The remembrance of the day's events caused her headache regain strength, and her hands grabbed her head again.

The Pharaoh set next to her on the bed. He took her hands away from her head, and lent her body back onto the pillow. "That's alright. It is going to pass soon. You will feel better." His tried to console her "Trust me."

Then the cup was again inside her hands, and a moment later she was drinking again. "I know you were thrown into this, Kisara" Atemu said suddenly "But don't worry. You will get used to live here soon enough. You will get used to me." she almost suffocated from the liquid when she heard that. Coughing twice, she lowered the cup to look at him forlornly.

"Kisara," he said in a stubborn "Just trust me."

His voice had immediately woken a memory of Seth.

Seth was lying in his bed, looking outside his window. He closed the main halls of the Temple, and had very unpleasant dinner with his father. He said nothing during the dinner, just listened to his father speaking about more power, about legendary beasts and how disappointing Seth's current position was. Seth ate silently, thinking about Kisara, trying to forget about his father, forget about this day, and forget about the cruel world.

He thought he was tired, and he tried to sleep. Then he discovered he was suddenly too alert for that. He lied with his hands crossed, and tried to think about the winning over the Pharaoh. How could he do this? How could he claim the throne?

Yet the idea was perfect: he was going to get the power his father always wanted, and he was going to reunite with Kisara.

And the only way to win over the Pharaoh was to bet with him. It was going to be a dangerous treason. Only one of them could live through. And it had to be Seth.

FAB: Whoa, I finished the third chapter!

Malik: And? You want me to throw a party for you?

FAB: I will appreciate some feedback, you know!

Malik: See? So, dear readers, please read and REVIEW!

FAB: That's right. Express yourselves, dear readers! Tell me what you think about this story!

Malik: When is the next test?

FAB: Malik! Enough touching my stuff! Get out of my personal drawers! What the hell are you doing?

Malik: I'm doing homework! I'm just recomposing your stupid essays into my perfect ones!

FAB: Get away! Give my homework back Malik!

Malik: No way!

FAB: Alright, you forced me to use my lethal weapon! (Takes out the frying pan)

Malik: Oh, no! (Runs away with FAB's notebook) Help! Please REVIEW before it gets me!

FAB: Well, time to run! Goodbye people, and have a great weekend!