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"Speaking"
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Another World
Chapter 3: Meeting
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"But we have to attack!"
The King closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead as he felt yet another headache coming along. 'I hate it when they get like this,' he thought to himself.
As a Pharaoh, you would have expected him to be used to these kind of emergency meetings, but this Pharaoh was different from other Pharaoh's in many ways. For example, because he was so young (16 years old to be exact), he always hated it whenever emergency assemblies were held and he was forced to go along, whereas he knew his father had always enjoyed these kind of get-togethers when he was alive.
But these meetings never used to be a chore for our young Pharaoh, for he used to have someone with him to accompany him and help him stay awake. But that person had had to leave on an important mission three months ago, and he wasn't due back for another two. The Pharaoh sighed heavily at this thought. 'I miss him so much,' he thought.
The Pharaoh sat quietly in his throne with his thoughts, until he was brought back to reality by the sensation of something tickling his cheek. Groaning, he slowly opened his eyes to find that the 'thing' tickling him, was just his hair. He cursed under his breath as he tried to brush his blonde forelocks away from his crimson eyes, but was always unsuccessful, for however many times he tried, his forelocks always feel back into place.
'Why did I have to be cursed with this mess of hair!'
The Pharaoh had always hated his hair: large spiky hair that was mainly black with reddish/purplish highlights and blonde forelocks, it was very unique. There was only one other person in the whole of Kemet who had hair anything like his own (though the Pharaoh had a few more blonde streaks in his hair than said person). Unfortunately, this person was the one who had had to leave three months ago.
The only family he had left.
His own flesh and blood.
Some even referred to him as the Pharaoh's 'other half'. Ever since he had left, the Pharaoh's life had been dull and boring…
…except for the attacks on his kingdom from the Empire of Dark Souls.
The Pharaoh looked up at the sight before him: seated around a rectangular stone table, were six people-five men and a woman- all dressed in white robes, their bodies decorated with all sorts of golden jewellery, such as rings and arm bands. These were six of the most powerful people in the Kingdom of Light, and perhaps the whole of Kemet: The six Priests and the Pharaoh's closest allies and friends.
But they were not just allies, for each of them had another responsibility. These six powerful people were keepers of six out of the seven Millennium items, and each one had mastered the magic contained in these sacred items.
The 7th Millennium item belonged to the Pharaoh himself. He looked down at the golden item that hung round his neck on a brown leather strap, barely feeling the weight of it around his neck. His item was in the shape of an upside down pyramid, and had a strange eye-like symbol engraved on the front. This was the Millennium Puzzle, the most powerful Millennium item of them all. As the Pharaoh fiddled with the strap that held this magical item, he looked up at the six Priests again, trying to get back into the discussion…
He looked up at the first priest, the one that was so eager to attack, and wasn't surprised when he saw who it was. 'I should have known it would be him.'
This first priest was slightly different from the other 5 priests. Instead of having robes that were plainly white, this Priest wore robes that signified this favourite colour: blue. Even his headdress, which hid this neat brown hair, was blue. At that moment, he was standing up out of his seat, his icy blue eyes urging the other priests to agree with him and stop the Empire of Dark Souls. In his hand, he held a golden rod, with the same eye-like symbol that was on the Millennium Puzzle engraved on the ball at the top.
This was Priest Seto, the keeper of the Millennium Rod.
"Please! We must attack now!" he urged the others, his grip on the Millennium Rod tightening.
"Seto, you must calm down," replied a second priest. Like the others around him, this Priest wore pure white robes. His head was smooth for he had no hair, had deep greyish blue eyes, and held a golden ankh (1) shaped item in his hand.
Priest Shada, the keeper of the Millennium Key.
"Shada is right," agreed a third priest. He had jet-black hair that just brushed against his shoulders, dark eyes and held a golden set of scales in his hand. These too had the mysterious eye-like symbol engraved onto them.
Priest Karim, keeper of the Millennium Scales.
"If we act don't act rationally," Priest Karim continued in a calm voice, "then we would be falling into their trap, endangering not only ourselves, but the people of this Kingdom."
"They are already in danger!" Priest Seto shot back. "If we just sit here and do nothing, the Empire of Dark Souls can easily attack us once again just like 2 years ago!" Seto turned to the Priest seated next to him. "Father, you agree with me, don't you?"
Seto's 'father' looked up from underneath his hood, a glint of gold shimmered from his left eye. This was Priest Akunadin, the oldest of the six priests, and the keeper of the Millennium Eye. As he spoke with his heavy voice, he gently stroked his white beard.
"Yes son, I agree that something must be done, and quickly. We are endangering the lives of so many people by just sitting here and taking no action what so ever."
"I understand your concerns," said Priest Shada, "but you must understand that we would not be doing nothing. Although it may seem as if we don't care for the safety for our people, we do. I believe it would be better to stay here where we can easily protect our people if there is another attack. Mahado? Isis? Don't you agree?"
All eyes turned on the two final priests seated nearest the Pharaoh, for they were his closest and not trusted friends.
The man, seated to the right of the Pharaoh, had deep, caring, soft brown eyes, and his headdress covered his brown hair. Around his next hung a large golden ring with 5 spires hanging off the edge, and a triangle situated in the middle of the ring with the mysterious eye-like symbol engraved onto it. This was Priest Mahado, the keeper of the Millennium Ring.
Seated on the left side of the Pharaoh, was the final priest, and the only female in the room. Her long jet-black hair was also hidden away by a headdress, and her beautiful blue eyes showed nothing but a desire to help all people. Around her neck, she wore a golden necklace, the eye-like symbol glowing slightly in the light. The last priest was known as Isis, and she was the keeper of the Millennium Necklace.
Both Priests looked up at each other at the call of their names. They looked into one another's eyes for a moment, before nodding in agreement to a secret message that only they knew.
"We believe it is not our choice to decide what we do next," Priest Isis spoke first in a calm, soft voice.
"It is up to Pharaoh Atemu to decide what we must do," Priest Mahado spoke, looking up at the young Pharaoh next to him.
All eyes turned on the Pharaoh seated in his throne. Atemu sighed. He hated it when he had to make decisions like this. Whatever he decided, someone was bound to be unhappy.
'And knowing Seto, that will be him.'
Atemu sifted his position, being that he was not able to feel his behind due to the cold stone surface of his throne, before finally speaking.
"Although I agree with both arguments and I know of the dangers that the Empire of Dark Souls has forced upon us, I believe that we should stay here in our own Kingdom and in our own city-"
"But Pharaoh-" Priest Seto began to protest
"Silence! Pharaoh speaks!" Atemu shouted in rage, standing up from his throne.
Seto immediately silenced himself and sat back down in his seat. He bowed his head in shame and embarrassment.
Atemu continued. "I understand your concern Seto, and yours too Akunadin, but I believe Shada is correct. If the enemy does decide to attack out city again, then we would be able to protect the people with the magic of our Millennium items. Their powers may be fading away, but we can still use them to protect the innocent. If we are not here when the enemy attacks, who will save them? We are the only ones that have any chance of defeating this evil. Besides, we do not know much about what the Empire, yet alone what they are planning. It would be best to wait for my other half to return or until we receive any kind of information from him. It may still be two months until his return, but it is best that we prepare before we act."
Isis smiled up at Atemu. "Well said my Pharaoh."
Atemu smiled back down at her and sat back down in his throne. "Now that that's settled-"
BANG!
"Pharaoh Atemu!"
Everyone looked up, the sound of the door being flown open and hitting the wall echoing through the stone room. Footsteps could be heard approaching the throne. Atemu stood up at he saw two very familiar guards running towards him, shouting his name. They came to the bottom on the throne and knelt in front of it, bowing their heads.
"Guards, what is it?" Atemu asked urgently.
The slightly taller of the two looked up first, his dark brown hair rustling slightly as a small breeze blew into the room.
"My Pharaoh, we are sorry to intrude on you."
"Not at all my friends. Please, tell me why you are here."
The second guard now looked up, some of wild blonde hair slightly hiding his soft brown eyes.
"Pharaoh, we have seen something coming across the desert. We are not sure, but it looked like a man riding a white horse."
Atemu felt his heart beat quicken in his chest. 'A white horse? But, that's impossible!'
"He had already given the signal with the Black Magician Girl!" the brunette guard exclaimed.
Atemu couldn't believe what he was hearing. A man on a white horse? The Black Magician Girl's signal? It could only be one person, but he wasn't due back for two months!
Atemu felt his knees so weak and held onto one of the armrests on his throne. "You mean…?"
The blonde guard nodded in agreement, not even trying to hide the large smile across his face, or the excitement in his voice as he spoke. "He's back sire."
Atemu felt his breath catch in his throat.
"…My other half…"
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To be continued…
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(1) Ankh: this was the Egyptian symbol of life and rebirth
Well, I hope you liked it! Who is Atemu's other half? Well, you're just gonna have to wait for the next chapter to find out! And you only have to wait a few weeks…
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