Disclaimer: (I don't think this is really necessary, but I'm flat out broke so I can't get sued right now) I don't own any of Amelia Atwater- Rhodes concepts, places or characters. I do, however, own my own concepts, places and characters, as well as the plot. DO NOT TAKE THEM!!

(A/N: Well, here you go: chapter two. Hurray! Thank you, thank you, thank you to all the wonderful people who reviewed; Jewel, Aubreyluver, Tazmanian Devil and of course the irrepressible Caesar. You guys made my day. Everyone else, please follow their brilliant example and review! This story is gonna go no where without suggestions and comments.

I just have a few notes before we get started with the main event. First of all, I would like to mention here that to recent knowledge, Egypt was not home to any actual "temple communities". Temples were very common, but only priests lived there. However, one of the great things about writing about lost civilizations is that you can take a rather large degree of artistic license. For all we know, aliens could have regularly visited Egyptians: its impossible to say for sure. Therefore, humor me on this one and let the lack of authenticity slide, ok? Please?

I'd also like to mention before hand that the language might seem rather modern for an ancient story. I'm doing this for three reasons: 1- Ancient Egyptian is a dead language, therefore we don't really know how they spoke 2- I'm from modern times (real shocker there) and that's how I speak and finally 3- I'm lazy and don't really want to write eloquent speech unless its strictly necessary.

My final note is thus: I don't intend to incorporate too many of Amelia's characters into this fanfiction. Don't get me wrong, I love them all (marry me Kaleo!), but I'd rather use my own original characters for the most part. I'll probably slide in some of them later on, but for now the only one you should recognize is Siete. And as an extra little tidbit, I found out that Moira (that's Fala's lover, in case anyone forgot) is a Greek goddess of destiny. Just in case anyone's interested. Well, that's enough rambling for one day. On with the story!)

Chapter Two- Foreshadowing!

Avia's back ached from three solid hours of nothing but cleaning, mopping and dusting. She had spent the better part of her day with Arimsa, sweeping the main hallway of the temple clear of debris from the "chicken fiasco", until they started a sword fight with their brooms and were separated. Avia was stuck washing the floor of the kitchens, and was none too pleased with the task. It was grueling work, and she had wanted to spend the evening taking the leftover food from the storing rooms before they were locked. Growling her frustration, Avia vented her anger on the floor, viciously attacking it with the rag she was using. (It's a new genre in horror flicks: Mop Murders!) Hearing footsteps approaching, she struggled to get a hold of her temper before she got into even more trouble.

"And here are the kitchens. In general, we serve three meals a day, in the morning, at midday and in the evening, but of course should you be hungry, my lord, the kitchens are open to you at all times." Avia inwardly groaned. Sira, the daughter of one of the priests, was no doubt presenting their unusual guest with a tour of the temple, and, from the sound of her voice, trying very hard to give him a tour of her body. As the two rounded the corner, Avia had to bite down on her lip to keep from shouting rude comments in Sira's direction.

"This hallway will take you directing to the store rooms, where we hold food that is not immediately needed, as well as the stair case to the upper lounge, where you are invited to relax during your spare time. If you will come this way?" cooed Sira, in what she obviously thought was an inviting tone of voice. Avia raised her head, preparing to make faces at the girl, and came face to face with the unsettling jade eyes of Siete.

"This is the one responsible for the, er, chickens last night, correct?" he asked. Avia liked his voice; it was deep and soft, giving him an air of one who was constantly guarding secrets, although she never would have admitted it.

"In part, yes. Avia and her twin brother Arimsa are infamous in this community for causing all sorts of disorder." At this, Avia straightened and gave Sira a jaunty salute, which she pointedly ignored. Avia could have sworn that for a moment, his green eyes flashed with mirth, before his guards came down again and they were as unreadable as ever. "But please, don't judge us all based on their behavior. As you will see…" Sira's voice trailed off when she noticed that Siete was not paying her the slightest bit of attention. Instead, his glittering eyes were locked on Avia.

"That was a most amusing diversion, Avia. Please give your brother my compliments."

And with that, Sira and Siete continued down the hallway, leaving Avia completely dumbstruck in their wake.

Later-

Avia and Arimsa returned to the courtyard just before the evening meal, amidst much applause. The younger servants, who often had free time on their hands, frequently met in the area to talk and play. After accepting congratulations from most of the company, the two sat down by the pond to talk. The others respected their distance from the group; everyone knew that the twins sometimes liked to be alone.

"I spoke to the guest, Siete, today" Avia told her brother. "He was…surprising"

Arimsa raised an eyebrow, a feat he was most proud of. "How so? I only got a glimpse of him while Sira was touring the dining hall. They made me finish the sweeping by myself, you know. I hope you're happy."

Avia grinned impishly at him. "I am, actually. Your misery makes mine more bearable. As to how he was unusual, well for starters he said to give you his regards. I believe he thought our escapades last night were amusing."

"That is surprising. I half expected some extra work from him when he passed by, but he paid me no mind."

"That's strange" Avia commented, "he seemed to know me by sight." Her brow creased in a frown, and Arimsa could tell she was thinking hard about something.

"That's not all that's bothering you, is it?" he asked gently. "Come on Avi, you can tell me anything. We're practically the same person!"

Arimsa's twin joke managed to bring a reluctant grin to Avia's face. "Please, Arimsa, you've been telling that one since we were eight. Isn't ten years enough?"

Arimsa looked indignant. "That joke is a classic! There is no such thing as enough. Now come on, I know something is wrong, can't you just tell me what it is?"

"Well, I can't exactly put my finger on it. Its like when you know the rain is coming; your not sure how or why you know, you just do. And there is something about this Siete that I don't like. I can't tell you exactly what it is. I can just…feel it."

"Is this like the time when you knew Hana was going to die?" Arimsa asked with concern. He was referring to a time when one of the servants fell sick, and the twins had gone to visit her. The priest attending her was from out- of – town, supposedly a master of medicinal arts. Avia hadn't liked him, and was so angry with the man that she burst out during an argument with Arimsa, who liked him, that if the man continued to treat her she was surely going to die. Upon his questioning, Avia had had no idea how she knew it, it had just burst out of her, but was utterly convinced that it was true. And low and behold, Hana had died, although no one thought it had anything to do with the visiting priest.

"Not exactly like that, no. I was angry, and suddenly the words just flew into my head, and so I said them. It sounds more like the work of a prophetess than anything else- not that I think I'm able to give prophecies. This is different, it feels different…this feeling has been strong with me since I first saw him. And its not the same as what I felt for the priest. Its somehow…colder."

Arimsa looked concerned. "You say he knew you on sight?"

Avia nodded. "Yes, he knew my name and that I was the one responsible for the chickens. But Sira had already named me, and he could have just remembered my face from the banquet last night."

"Perhaps" Arimsa said distantly. He noticed Avia's frown, and immediately changed his tone. "Of course, it makes sense that he would remember you and not me. After all, he is a man, and unmarried if I heard correctly…"

Avia gave a shriek of mock anger at her brothers teasing and immediately tried to hit him. The rest of the company burst out laughing as Arimsa quickly fled from his much smaller sister, running around the pond and through the tress in his effort to get away. Just as she was about to catch him, the bell signaled the dining hour, again Arimsa's salvation. Laughing and joking, the group of servants headed into the main room to serve the guests, unaware that a pair of cold emerald eyes observed them from the upper lounge.