Well, as we all probably know, Frances is going to slam Florida (and me) within 48 hours. I would just ask that all of you keep me in your prayers. We all need then here....

And I know most of you probably have this wrong. Alisa is pronounced (uh-li-suh). Thank you for that moment of your time.

Yeah I'm also sorry for not updating this, but my other story is my main project so this one gets shunted to the side most often.

The guards dragged Alisa into the gleaming marble throne room. Atemu sat on plush purple and royal blue pillows on his throne.

"My pharaoh," the guards bowed, dragging the 14 year-old brunette down with them. She reluctantly dropped to the floor to honor her not-king. "We found her stealing in the marketplace from Mr. Mazika, the fruit vendor."

"B-but I was g-going to pay him b-back," Alisa humbly mumbled, not wanting to loose her hands. She cursed herself for stuttering, it made it sound as if she was lying.

"Yeah right, with what money?" the first gaurd sneered, pulling Alisa off the ground by her hair, causing her to yelp in extreme pain. Her eyes started to tear over from the guard's yanking on her scalp.

"What is your name, girl," Atemu snapped. Apparently he is as mean as they say, Alisa thought.

She mumbled.

"Speak up when your king asks you a question," Atem hissed. The guard next to her punctured this with a swift kick to the side.

"Alisa," Alisa said, louder this time, looking up. She could tell Atemu was startled and intrigued by her eyes. While one was jade , the other was the rich brown of the mud of the Nile's yearly flood.

"Take her to my chambers," Atem ordered. Alisa's eyes widened in horror. Though Alisa was completely naive in the matter, even she could tell what was on Atem's mind.

"B-but Pharaoh," Alisa protested as she was being dragged away, struggling. "I am but 14. By the law set by your father, now Osiris, slaves," she blushed. "Er, pleasure slaves at least must be 15 years of age," Alisa hurriedly muttered.

Atem cursed his father. Though to do so was to curse one of the gods, he couldn't help it. His lustful thoughts were also clouding his reasoning of his heart. Think, heart, think.

"Fine," Atem venomently snarled at the people in the room. "Release her back into the streets."

"But sire, what about the stealing...?"

"Never mind that, it has been forgiven," Atem hissed. But before Alisa could be escorted out, he called to her. "Beware Alisa, in a year, I will have you!"

Well it had been a year since that scary encounter with Pharaoh Atem, but he had yet to come for her. Alisa had turned 15 a month ago, and Atem would be turning 17 in less than a week.

Alisa shuddered, she knew what every Pharaoh got for his 17th birthday- his first pleasure "official" slave. Alisa knew Atem wanted her. She also knew his priests (they were picking Atem's "present") knew because Atem had let her off for stealing which he had never done before or since. This had led to Alisa lying low, no, practically hiding for the last few months to avoid being seen.

In her travels, she had met some shady characters- rifraff her father would say- one of whom being the tomb-robber and self proclaimed "Thief King," Bekhura. He was now get best friend in Carolyn's absence. In fact, at the moment Alisa was living with Bekhura. Both were perfectly comfortable with the arrangement, feeling no temptation for romance. They had kissed once, on a whim, and hod known imediatly that wouldn't work out.

"Bekhura I'm going shopping for supplies, don't get yourself caught or killed," Alisa shouted into the back room as she left.

"Wait! Are you sure you want to go out there?! The priests still might be searching for you," Bekhura warned his dear friend.

"Oh pleae, it's only a week until the Pharaoh's birthday. The festivities start tomorrow. They're bound to have found some other poor soul by now."

"Still," Bekhura seemed unsure. "Just be carful. I wouldn't have a room mate if you didn't come back."

Alisa rolled her eyes, she knew Bekhura cared more than that last comment implied.

Out in the marketplace, it was always hustle and bustle under the blazing sun. Alisa haggled for everything from food to oils for she and Bekhura were on a very limited budget. Namely only what Bekhura could steal from the Pyramids- he being a tomb robber (raider he preferred as 'robber' was such a strong word.) But who was Alisa to complain when he kept her out of the whore house.

Alisa sighed, sitting in the town square. She missed her old life. That of fine linen and imported silk, not worrying where the next meal would come from.

Alisa scowled at some passing men in fine robes. It just wasn't fair. One of the men happened to catch the evil eye being sent at him. He quickly drew the eye of Horus on his hand for protectoin and turned to the sullen Alisa.

"Do you have a problem, miss?" he asked through gritted teeth, after all priests are supposed to show model behavior.

"No, sir," Alisa replied, trying to sound younger than she was. Now that she was of legal age, Alisa could get in trouble for offending such an obvious high ranking official. If nothing else, this man did look quite high ranking.

The other four men had turned to look menacingly at Alkisa. On the inside, she was quivering, but her royal upbringing wouldn't let her slouch away or break eye contact. Not the brightest move, but hey.

"My isn't she a fiesty one. We ought to beat he-"

"It's her!" A a third man interrupted. The other four looked confusedly at him and they huddled.

Alisa panicked. Were these her father's men? Was her father after her now? Why had he waited over a year? How was she going to escape? Should she even waste the energy trying?

Before Alisa could decide what to do, two of them grabbed her and started to drag her down the street. Alisa's adrenaline levels had now reached maximum as she struggled to get away.

The man with the eye of Horus on his hand, who had blue eyes, brown hair, and appeared to be the leader spoke. "We are not going to hurt you. But if you do not stop struggling we will be forced to.

With a gasp of revelation, understanding overcame Alisa.

These were the Pharaoh's high priests.

They were looking for the Pharoah's present.

Alisa had been found.

She had been chosen.

The hurricane is coming and my mom wants to use the computer before it does, so sorry but I'm short on time so no review replys.