Okay next chapter. I know that the first one was really fast, but I think I fixed it up a bit on this one. This is the longest chapter that I've written so far. Which is six chapters….

Atemu opened his eyes. His head ached, his back burned, and his emotions were in turmoil. He was in a dark room that smelled of rats, rats, and uh, well rat droppings and worst of all, human odor. When Atemu lifted his head to get a better look at his surroundings, he noticed he was not alone.

'Syrians' he thought. He threw himself against the wall waking a loud thud.

"Oh, so your awake?" A male voice said. "Don't worry, we won't hurt you." He added, seeing the tense look on Atemu. Atemu turned his head. A boy about his age kneeled beside him.

"Who are you? What's going on?" Atemu asked.

"I don't know, but boys around our age have been kidnapped through out the kingdom." The strange boy said.

Atemu looked around. "You mean there are more of you?"

"Yep lots."

Atemu looked around. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the dark, he could see many young boys, crowded in the small dungeon cellar. Many had fearful eyes turned at him. Atemu turned back to the boy who he was speaking with.

"How long have you been down here?"

"A couple months. Some have even been here more."

The boys voice quivered as he spoke. 'Fear' Atemu thought, 'everyone's afraid.'

Atemu reached his hand to his back to were the dagger had slashed through his body. A liquidy feel was still there, but most of it had dried.

"I'm tiered, I'm turning in," Atemu said. He leaned back against the cold wall and slept.

Atemu awoke many hours later to the sound of a bell. When he opend his eyes he saw that everyone was gathered under a small opening on the roof were food was let in.

Atemu remembered how hungry he and his mother had been. But just like the night before, he couldn't stand up.

'I've never liked bread anyways' he told himself, although it was not true. He leaned back against the wall again and pretended he had never woken. Atemu had expected someone would pity him and share some of their food. But they all stayed clear of him like he was the plaque. Whenever he glanced at someone he caught them staring back, but quickly looked away.

'Stay cool Atemu, you can get food during lunch hour.'

But again he was to fatigue to stand, when lunch came, and the dinner that followed. Many days passed and still he was to weak.

Atemu finally got to the point where he would give up on life, and refuse to live. Suddenly the hole on the ceiling opened and a latter was presented in, hitting the ground. Climbing down the latter was none other than the Syrian King (who also ruled Egypt) Seto. He was the same age as Atemu, but twice as tall. He had short brown hair and his cold blue eyes were always merciless. Following him came a few bodyguards. They stood there motionless scanning the room.

Atemu closed his eyes, he was dieing more quickly now, and what ever Seto wanted didn't have to do with him, right?

But Atemu didn't notice when Seto's eyes glazed the room they fell upon him, and stopped.

Seto's POV

I climbed down the latter to the dungeon with a few guards behind me. When I got to the ground and turned around, one hundred pathetic eyes stared in my direction. These fools should be taught a lesson, if it wasn't for what we were doing or who we were looking for, all these loser's would be given a slow, and painful death.

My eyes continued their search across the room until they found what they were looking for.

A broad grin (not to broad) spread on my face. In the corner was a pathetic pheasant boy leaning against the wall. He seemed to fit the description that foolish old man gave me. Funny tri-colored hair, seemingly short, and unfed.

I pointed at him and nodded to my guards.

"He needs to be brought up for interrogation."

They nodded, and went for the prisoner.

I rolled my eyes. Sometimes I think my guards are just as bad as these grim-covered creatures. I looked down at a boy who was fast asleep near the latter I was next to. I kicked him hard in the stomach (for the fun of it) and climbed back up the latter before I could see his reaction.

I got to the top and walked down the galls of the palace of the deceased Pharaoh's. I went inside a room and waited for the boy with tri-colored hair to be brought for questioning.

Atemu's POV

After Seto entered the dungeon, I decided to ignore him. I closed my eyes and began wondering what death was like. I knew I would die soon, because my ribs stuck out of my chest, and my stomach needed food to strengthen my already weak body. I was not a pretty sight.

There is no hope of living, none what so ever for me. Nope. Maybe a miracle will happen.

I suddenly felt four cold hands grab my shoulders, arms and legs. My eyes almost sprang from their sockets in surprise as they heaved me up. The latter was there, and they were bringing me to it.

There letting me go! I do believe in miracles! It worked!

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as they struggled to get me up the latter.

When I was brought to the surface, the fresh air flew up my nostrils. I took a good look at my surroundings, which almost seemed familiar to me.

Long golden hallways filled with magnificent paintings of past pharaohs. It seemed almost like a dream.

I was still being carried by the two guards, who didn't look like they were setting me free. But I was anxious to know what they were doing with me.

I was surprised and deeply flustered when I was brought into a room that had Seto, sitting behind a long table, in it.

I groaned quietly so he couldn't hear. Of all the Syrian's he had to be the worst. Wait, I don't think he's Syrian at all. I think he just allied them. FOOL! Who would be an ally to the Syrians!

I shut my eyes. The less I got of him the better.

I felt the guards set me down on a very comfortable seat. I must say…anyway!

When I opened my eyes I saw Seto sitting in front of me, in a much more elegant chair. The only thing that separated us was a table…

My eyes widened at the sight (how could I have missed it!") The table was lavishly filled with food! My mouth watered. I couldn't take it anymore! I stuffed my face. Chicken, rice, beef, and bread. Oh, it was all so delicious! I even ate the veggies!

Moments in between my ultimately substantial moment, I stole glances at Seto who was watching me. A glare in his eyes. It scared me. But he didn't seem to mind, it's as if he ecpected this…..wait.

I dropped everything in my hand, and reluctantly my mouth. I stood up and pointe a finger at Seto.

"Alright what do you want?" (just then I noticed I was standing. Wow food works.)

Seto's expression remained unchanged. His hands sat folded in his lap and that arrgh! That annoying glint in his eye!

"I have questions, and I want answers." Was all he said.

That's it? Maybe if I answer right, he'll give me some more of this food…For free!

I leisurely sat back down in my chair. I looked at him and he looked back….hmmmph! That stupid glare.

"Lay it on me." I replied.

And he smiled, a very evil smile.

"Lets start with something simple for your simple little mind."

I was thrown back by the statement. My mouth gapped an I tried to give him that same annoying stare. (It didn't work.)

"What is you name?" Seto asked.

I stared at him dumbfound. My evil little brain perked. If it could smile it would be. I made no hint of emotion for fear he might think I'm pulling one on him. (which I was.)

"Atair." I replied. I expected his expression to remain the same. Wrong!

His eyes slightly slanted and he turned his head slightly to the side, his mouth was parted open. Maybe this Seto character isn't as stupid as I thought.

"Atair?" he said slowly. Yep, he's not that dumb, he was expecting something deferent. But how? This is the first time we've meet,

"Do you know anything at all of your young childhood?"

My brain perked again.

"Yep."

He continued his glare. He was waiting for me to continue. Let's test this guys patience, shall we?

"Well?" he said.

Well? Hmm, 'You have no patience!' I almost said this out loud, but thought better.

"What?" I said.

I could tell he was getting angry. He bit his bottom lip and looked away from me (finally) to control his interminable temper.

"What about your childhood?"

I almost smirked at his comment. Why doesn't he just get to the point. We might be doing this until he pulls his hair out.

I smiled. "Oh, it was good."

Seto did not hesitate to ask the next question.

"What happened in your childhood?"

HA! This guys funny. I make the rules of this game and so far I'm winning.

I put my hand onto my chin and pretended to think. A few moments later I said.

"Stuff."

I looked up at Seto. His blood was boiling in his face.

"Guards! Take Atair here to the second floor in the, well you know, and lock him up! See if Asile can talk to him!"

I knew that wasn't a good sign. The guards behind me grabbed me and started shoving me towards the door. (Might I add that when they were bringing me up, I was reaching for some more food.)

Before I knew it, I was laying on a comfortable bed. I spread out on and closed my eyes. I wanted to fall asleep. I tried to fall asleep. But right before I entered the realm of dreams, there was a knock at my door.

I tilted my head to the door. It probably wasn't Seto because he was really perturbed when I saw him last. It must be a guard, come to give me an iota of food from earlier. I was very anxious to let them com in.

"Uhhh, I think it's unlocked…" At least not on the outside.

The door slowly opened, the one on the other side was not a guard or Seto, it was a girl! Crap! I hope my hairs not messed up, oh duh, what am I insinuating!

I quickly put my head down and pulled the blanket over me, just in case I did look grimy. ( How embarrassing!)

I could feel her presence standing before my bed. I could see her face no, bewildered, or excited? Wait, I don't even know what she looked like. She must have short brown hair with dull green eyes. Ugly like poo!

Moments passed and she began poking my shoulder. ' Go away!'

"Your Atair, correct?"

Wow! A voice like an angle! Augh, shut up Atemu! If she doesn't have short brown hair and green eyes I might fall for her! I bet she has a great personality…What's wrong with me? Oh, I'm probably feeling raw because I ate to fast.

"Atair!" She yelled , this time slaping me hard on the neck. I immediately sprand up and help my neck. My head turned her direction. My crimson eyes widened as they fell into bright radiant, blute shimmering eyes. (Yep, I ate to much.) She was completely opposite of how I imaginged. Long black hair, and sparking blue orbs. (I'm never eating again!)

"Atair, finally! I need to ask you some questions. Seto has found you guilty of perjury!"

I shook my head. I misjudged Seto, he knew I was lying about my name. But how! (Stocker!) I lost control.

"What do you mean!"

"Atair isn't really you name is it?"

My head throbbed. I grabbed her arms and set her beside me on the bed, and leaned closer to her face.

"Can you keep a secret?" I whispered so quietly I could barley hear it. Before answering she roughly freed her hands from my grip and viciously grabbed my shoulders to push me away. Which brings up the question, why'd I do that?

"Depends," She said.

"Depends on what?"

"On weather or not I find you reputable or not."

"And do you?"

She paused for a moment to think, she bit her bottom lip and stared into my eyes, with a little glint in them…like Seto….scary.

"Yeah, sure. Why not?"

"I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours, first."

She nodded in agreement, smiling slightly.

"Fine. My name is Asile." Her smile grew wider when she said. "What about you Mr. No name?" Her voice sounded almost like she was talking to a baby. Was she flirting with me?

"What's this whole secret? Why does Seto need to know my name? Does he do this to everyone?"

"No. He's never done this before. I don't know why."

I took a deep breath. "My name is Atemu."

To my suptise her smile faded and she began to tremble. She flung off the bed.

"I have to go!" She yelled. Then walked out the door.

Okay, just incase your wondering. Atemu is supposed to be weird, it's not an accident. That is just how I think of him, but only in my mind.