When I woke up later, I was shocked to see that the scars and blood were gone… as well as the puddle of it, and my hair and clothes were just as clean as before it had ever happened. In fact… there was no trace that my attempted suicide had ever taken place. Even I myself doubted it happened, but I was on the floor exactly where I had left myself.

This whole situation opened a wide new door of entertainment that lasted from my second week and since: self-mutilation.

…of course ramming myself into a wall all the while laughing maniacally was only fun until I was too tired to move, and then I slept and let the powers of the ring heal me.

Another one of the many things I noticed was that I never got hungry, so I have no idea why though. (Wouldn't it have just been lovely if a plate of food appeared every now and then?)

So thus was how I spent my days away… and like I've said previously I had no way of keeping time. And speaking of the word "thus" what the heck does it mean anyway? I suppose it means, "in this way…"

Anyways… I long time after I thought about that (and after years and years of sleeping and scarring myself) I realized I wasn't aging. In fact… I was getting a year younger every thousand years. I had no way of being for sure though… but my hair kept growing. Mind you, back in Egypt when I was 21 I had shoulder length dusty white hair, but now it was crawling past my back.

At around 5000 years later I didn't look any older, and was still as fit as ever. I had no wrinkles, hadn't grown a beard, and wasn't any smarter than I was 5,000 years earlier… yet I was 21+(+0) 5000-5 which puts me at…(I was never good at math) immortally seventeen. And around this time… finally a change came.

*~*~*~*~Flashback~*~*~*~*

Here I am… minding my own business (sleeping…but still…) and suddenly noise erupted into my soulroom… music, birds, cooking food, smells of spices, and… human voices! I leapt up from the floor, and one of the walls was a moving image. As I stared at it…it seemed I was looking out of my own eyes again. I saw a place with strange walls… and a man in strange clothing that was taller than he should have been from the point of view the wall was in.

I couldn't understand the language the man was speaking in, but when was done I heard another, much, younger voice respond. The man nodded and left. The wall turned and looked done at building blocks and sat down to play with them…

//This is one weird dream…// I thought.

/??????????????????????/ came a response to my thoughts, that echoed in my head. It was the same young voice from earlier. I still couldn't understand what language it was in though…

I felt something tug on my hair and turned around immediately to see what the hell it was… I looked down to see an eight year old with… oh my ra… shoulder length white hair that looked like mine. He had big chocolate brown eyes…Staring in shock I bent down and stared at the kid. //Who in Ra's name are you?//

/???? ??? ??? ??? ?/

//…woah! Language barrier, what are you saying? And what are you wearing?//

It'd been so long since I'd seen or even heard another living thing…and suddenly I saw something that spooked me. He was wearing that blasted Millennium Ring that pharaoh said had sealed me here! Ra dammit why'd it come back to haunt me?! Wait a sec… I think this boy just unsealed me…

/????? ????? ??? ?????!! ????? ???? ???? ?? ?!/ Whatever he just said it was a question…

//…//

So young…innocent… and why did he have my hair?

*~*~*~*~End-Flashback~*~*~*~*

So there I was… in the same room I'd been in for the past 5 millennia, and there was a miniature version of me wearing strange clothes, the millennium ring, and speaking a strange language. And there was finally noise again besides my own breathing and heartbeat for once, and I could see the outside world! It was so close!