Asile's POV

I opened my eyes to a dark room. I noticed I was in an upright position. I turned my head behind me.

'What? I'm tied to a pole! What has Atemu done?'

Atemu was still sleeping opposite of me tied to the same pole I was.

"Atemu…" I whispered.

He didn't move.

Something was slowly moving down his face, it acted like water so I suspected it must be sweat, so I won't worry about that.

I wiggled my fingers the best I could and made contact with his behind me. I felt his fingers resting against the cold ground. I wrapped my fingers around them and squeezed them hard until he stirred.

"Atemu?" I whispered a little louder than before.

He let out a heavy groan before answering. "What?" His voice was low and unenthusiastic, almost upset.

"Where are we?"

Atemu looked around, his eyes widening with fear almost as if he knew where we where, and it wasn't good. He turned his face my way, and I got a better look at his face, rolling down the side of his cheek wasn't sweat like I had thought, but blood. How did he get that?

"Don't ask me…" He said. I let out a small sigh and he turned his head back around. He is a little odd, isn't he? So mysterious and thoughtful. His personality always seemed to change. Sometimes he was stern and demanding and other times he was just the total opposite.

We sat in silence before a bright light shone in as a door to the side of us opened that I hadn't realized was there.

"Let us go!" I screamed at the man who entered. To my surprise he wasn't Seto or didn't work for Seto, (unless he was a spy) because of his torn and tattered clothing.

"I'm afraid that's out of the question." He said.

"What are you doing here?" I heard Atemu say, his voice still low and dark.

"I'm here to inform you that…" he began but Atemu cut him off.

"Get out of here!"

"Not until I can say what I came here to say."

"Could you at least loosen these ropes, they're digging into my wrists." Atemu said.

"Well you won't be needing to feel your wrists after tomorrow!" The man screamed back, he was getting impatient I could tell. I was about to tell Atemu to stop screaming at the man and let him talk. But once again, Atemu spoke up again.

"Why's that?"

Atemu had chosen the wrong words.

"Your execution is at dawn!"

(I was going to stop but it's still a little to short)

The man quickly slammed the door.

"Execution?" I whimpered. Atemu was unmoved. He must have been to surprised by the mans sudden outburst that he had no time for gaping in confusion.

"Atemu?" I whispered. He slowly turned his head to face me. "What's going on?" I asked. He didn't answer, he only turned his face away, and relaxed against the pole, letting out sigh.

'I'm going to die? Atemu's going to die? Atemu. This is all his fault! If he hadn't of dragged me out here in the first place we wouldn't be in this mess!'

I couldn't take it any longer. "Atemu! Your going to get us out of here before dawn, or else I will kill you before you can die at your own execution!"

Atemu seemed surprised by my outburst, but wasn't taken back by my words. "Yeah, that is if you don't die first at your execution."

"Just shut up! Shut up you ignorant buffoon!" I screamed. A dead silence followed. He made no attempt to make another combat.

I was taken back by my own words. I've never been so cross with anyone prior to this journey…I must understand that he isn't happy about this whole situation either.

Moments passed silently until I heard Atemu's huffs, puffs and groans. He sounded as if he was sick. I was about to ask him if he was alright when suddenly the door burst open. Then I just realized how long we had actually been down here. Upon seeing the air outside I saw morning clouds.

'Wow, we've been here longer then I thought.' Suddenly I remembered the words of the man earlier…"Your execution is at dawn!" Well as far as I knew, it was dawn now.

Instead of a man entering it was a woman. She walked up to the pole where me and Atemu had spent the nigh and loosened us.

I wasn't sure what Atemu was thinking, but I knew I wanted to get out of here. I got up onto my feet and started running towards the open door. Suddenly, right when I was about to enter outdoors two large men stepped in my way and grabbed my wrists.

They pushed me back to Atemu, throwing me hard to the ground hitting the cold hard pole on the way.

"You ain't going no where…" one said, "Well ya are now…" then they picked me and Atemu off the ground and carried us outside.

Scared for my life I started kicking and thrusting around screaming and swearing. Wondering how he was doing I took a quick glance at him, he wasn't struggling at all. He was cooperating very casually. He's gone insane! He caught my glare and I gave him a funny look. I was expecting him to roll his eyes or look away, but instead he gave me an uplifting smile, and a questionable wink. Does he know something I don't?

I stopped kicking and screaming, mimicking Atemu. He better have a good idea…

Atemu's POV

Me and Asile were carried outside by a couple of scruffy looking men. Asile didn't seem lightly fond of the idea.

When we reached the outside air, I breathed it in and savored the moment. You know, my last breath of life.

In the distance I saw a very muscular man, holding in his hands was a heavy, sharp…axe. We're going to be beheaded? Okay, I can think of a thousand was I would want to die but this however is not one of them. I glanced at Asile. She too saw the axe. She bit her bottom lip and her face was as white as the clouds that now strolled the sky.

A small tear could be seen forming in Asile's eyes. It made me feel weakened. We're going to die, and it's all my fault. Why is everything always my fault?

Suddenly a wave of truth swallowed me. I am Prince Atemu, son of the great Pharaoh…uhhh, what's his name? Maybe we won't have to die after all.

I caught Asile glancing up at me. A smiled and winked. If me being royalty doesn't changed these people's mind, then nothing will.

Asile's POV

ATemu and myself were now inches from the man who would be our executioner. I closed my eyes and let the tears fall freely. I stole one last glance at Atemu. A smile played across his face and practically nodded his head in acceptance.

What is he so happy about? Could he be any stupider! We're going to die! And it's all his fault.

The two men set us down on the ground, but kept our wrists bound with a rope. The man with the axe turned to the newly gathered audience.

"And now! Let the execution begin!"

I loud applaud arose, and for some reason I felt left out of something, bewildered.

Suddenly a small raspy voice crept in my hear.

"Ladies first." It was the executioner, and the man behind me pushed me to the ground. My neck now just about a block of wood that the man would run his axe into.

On my knees I was about to feel the wonders of death. I let it all sink in before…

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