Goddess: Back, on meds.. yee haw... urk. My eyes hurt. My teeth hurt.. and tylenol 4 is making me want nap time... I might comply.. but I got to watch Doctor Who for the first time in a while, and am glad.. but I must write some more.

Dushu: Too bad you're out of BBQ corn nuts...

Cally: yeah.. oh well. Who's the newbie?

Arianna: I'm an alchemist. watch your butts.

Disclaimer: (as read by Ari) We own dick. Some reach guy named Stephen owns all this and is making the cash.. I wish he could lend us some...:passes out:

I turned and walked away, listening to his screams. Walking through the door to my home in the underworld. Father had not returned yet. He was turning the souls of the released to their God. Although Imhotep killed them, their souls could not leave until he had been destroyed, and since things had happened in my father's old bailiwick, he had to take them.

"My daughter, must you be so harsh?" He asked in the old tongue. I smiled and kissed his furry cheek.

"The man offered to worship me." I whispered back to him.

"My daughter, did you accept?" He asked, curious.

"You know as well as I. He was nothing short of treacherous, changing his allegiance when it made him rich or kept him alive. I would hate the thing I would turn into." I said.

"I am proud of you my daughter." Father said, giving me a comforting hug. "You do realize that man you left in the pyramids is another soul I have to retrieve."

"I'm sorry! I forgot!" I said, worried. He sounded so weary.

"It is alright my daughter. No others will claim him, so he has no underworld to go to. It will be refreshing to claim his soul." My father said.

I smiled at my father. There were few times such a thing would happen. There were a great deal of Gods out there, and with them, they had the Gods that dealt in death. Anubis and Hades being the top two. Whenever a soul came up, not claimed by a certain God for the underworld, the death bringers would choose amongst themselves who would devour the soul. Hades was strong, he still had people who spoke of him in legend. My father was the same, but Egyptian Gods were less spoken about, for it was an isolated place. All of them had worshippers here and there. It didn't take our strength to have none, but made things better. So I was told.

"I think this man was a son of Allah, at first, but Allah denied claim on him, as did God, Buddha, Shinigami, even Hades. Then again, Hades received a number of souls a few years ago." Father said.

"Hades is fair, my father. He knows what it is like to be looked down on for being a God of Death, or even, for you, the one who brings souls before the great Osiris to be judged. He received the underworld in Greece because his brothers cheated him, but he took it none the less, and made something of himself. He is making sure we are able to keep ourselves going, even without worship." I said.

It was a semi truth. For me, I had never been worshiped, never been named by the Egyptians, since I had been born after they had become an established people. I never had to worry about the power struggles in the world of the Gods as we watched over the humans. My father had been the one to take the souls to the underworld, but was not the God of Death, per se. He had received that title from years and years of misunderstandings, and that was the reason he seemed so ill now. Osiris was the true lord of the dead, not my father.

"Father, I have found interest with the people who destroyed Imhotep. I feel that I need to care for them. With what is happening to you, I fear for their safety, for I know they are not yet finished on this earth. I know they will be able to help me take the blight that has formed on your name." I said. "I may be very busy within the next decade or so."

"Ah, do not worry my daughter. Maybe they will give you the name you so desperately require." He said, kissing my forehead.

"I will see you again, father. If my plans go well, the blight will soon be gone, and you will be strong once more." I said, and disappeared.

"One can truly hope, my daughter. Good luck, and may it be with you." Anubis said, turning.

Ok. She's gone back to the world of humans... but she has to do something first, but you won't hear of it for a while, until we get into the camp a bit more. I think I may have solved my writer's block.

Lil' Red Bandana: I haven't really decided on this at the moment. I am debating on it, and another pairing, that others may be against. I myself know better than that, seeing as it's something against the religion of the Muslim people. The pairing I mean is Ardeth/Jonathan. Watch closely the scenes where they are talking to one another in TMR, especially on the first night in the dirigible. He touches Ardeth's leg, and the way Ardeth looks at him when he talks to him, and laughs at him, it all seems like he's got deeper feelings than he's willing to admit for the man. It's a tough one, since it seems so much more established than one between Ardeth and the Goddess. I may actually put some of that angst about it in there, and have actually written some in the first Ardeth chapters I wrote.

Another idea I have is the Goddess saves Imhotep from dying when he lets go of the ledge, and bringing him to the life he was supposed to have lived, had he not been snared in the evil web Anck-su-nammun wove for him and the pharaoh. (I had a phrase that fit it much better earlier, but the damn thing didn't save)

Tell me all of you readers what you think. I'm pretty set I think in what I plan to do with the Jonathan/Ardeth thing, but not about whether I want to put a relationship upon him with the Goddess. I warn you, there is more to be revealed... so don't count the chickens yet.