By the many abdominal muscles of Obelisk, it's been four months since my last update...

And I left you on a semi-cliff hanger! Ahhhhh I'm so sorry!

Have you guys gotten sick of me apologizing yet? Because I sure have.

This chapter was actually half-finished in January, but then I kind of fell off the Yu-Gi-Oh bandwagon for a while in favor of focusing on school and sports. However, I just marathoned season 5 of DM and now I'm back, baby! And with mere weeks standing between me and the relative freedom of summer, I am looking forward to having less creative block in the warmer weather! (Which means more chapters! Yay!)

Anyway, here is chapter 26! I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I only own my OCs.

Enjoy!

"Erin." Atem repeated. My eyes were wide, but I couldn't seem to focus on anything in particular.

"Blue?" Joey asked.

My mouth opened to form a word, any word, but the shock was weighing down on my vocal chords. All that came out was something along the lines of a small squeak. As I stared at the picture, images flitted across my vision: a maid holding up a dark blue ball gown that had been specifically made to match my eyes, a handsome man with pale blond hair asking me for my hand in marriage, a warm summer's day when I suddenly stopped breathing. My free hand went to my throat.

"Erin!" Tea grabbed my wrist as I stumbled backwards, trying to pry my fingers from my neck. It didn't help; it felt as if I was reliving Genevieve's death, and nothing Tea could do would stop the terrible feeling like sand filling my windpipe.

Finally, I coughed, and my lungs filled with air once more. Everyone appeared in my line of sight. Further down the hall, a teacher stepped out of his classroom. "Everything alright?" He called to us.

Joey was the one to turn to him and smile. "Yeah, we're good! Just joking around!"

The teacher raised an eyebrow at us, shook his head, and reentered his classroom. "Are you okay, Erin?" Tristan asked.

I nodded. "I...think so." With shaky fingers, I folded the paper and stuffed it in the side pocket of my backpack. There was going to be a super-intense research session later. "Flashbacks."

No one even questioned my vague explanation.

"Will you be able to drive home?" Tea asked worriedly.

"Yeah. I'll be fine."

"Erin-" Atem began, but then stopped himself. When I looked to him, he took a breath and continued. "We need to talk about this."

I sighed. "What's there to talk about? I only just found a paper with evidence that I probably had another past life placed in my locker. No big deal." My voice shook. Atem's hand entwined with mine in an effort to calm me.

"The writing at the bottom of the page...those were lines from the riddle." Yugi said.

I nodded. "Unfortunately."

"Who would have done this? Who even knows about you besides us?" Tristan piped up, looking up and down the hallway as if he might catch the perpetrator rounding a corner.

"The cult." I murmured darkly. The mood in the group turned much graver than it had already been at my words.

Atem's hand squeezed mine. "I'll walk you to your car."

Again, I nodded dumbly. The paper in my backpack felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

A hundred lifetimes, thousands to wait. Obviously the line was referring to the numerous past lives I had been slowly recollecting, all beginning with Sagira three thousand years ago. My guess was that I had been reborn around the world numerous times, though most documentation probably didn't cover my existence until the last few centuries. But the question was how many lives had I actually lived? Was the riddle correct with "a hundred," or was that just a rough estimate?

And why did Genevieve die at such a young age with no possible explanation? Did that have something to do with Sagira's curse?

We split with the group on the sidewalk so Atem could fulfill his promise. He was still holding my hand tightly.

"I'm sorry you've been dragged into this," He said.

I looked at him for the first time, snapping out of my thoughts. "You're sorry? Last time I checked, this whole thing seemed to be my fault."

"You don't really believe that, do you?"

I shook my head. "I don't know what to believe anymore. Obviously, I did something to cause this. All of my flashbacks have been hinting at

that."

"You've been relapsing to other time periods besides Egypt, haven't you?" His voice was slightly worried, but sounded as if he knew the answer already. Had I been that obvious?

"Yeah. Not as many, but they're there."

The blood seemed to rush from his face, and we stopped walking.

"What?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. I just didn't think the riddle would be quite so literal." It was obvious there was more to his reaction than that, but I was too afraid to push the topic.

Raising an eyebrow, I let out the breath I was holding as we continued walking.

"In the hallway, what did you see?" He looked at me as we walked.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I could still feel the grittiness of sand coating it. "It wasn't so much a vision as it was a montage of Genevieve's life. And then I felt her die."

We were at my car now, and he paused as I went to get my keys out of my bag. "She choked." He said, no doubt remembering my episode in the hallway.

"Not exactly." I fumbled with my keys to find the right one. It was strange how nonchalantly I could speak of my own death. "It was more of an internal problem. Like my body was being destroyed from the inside out."

I opened my door, and he grabbed it to hold it there so I could get in. "So you think you were cursed."

"That has to be it. I mean, you said the riddle yourself: Forced to fight the horrible odds is her millennial punishment for fooling the gods. I must have messed up big-time if this is my fate."

He nodded, though his eyes seemed to be conflicting. I cocked my head at his peculiar behavior. "We should tread lightly."

I nodded back. "I agree." His gaze moved from mine to the ground, clearly in an effort to avoid my scrutiny. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

His eyes snapped back up to meet mine again. "What do you mean?"

"You're acting...fishy," I said, crossing my arms. "Like you're hiding something."

"I'm..." He trailed off when my eyes narrowed, clearly seeing that I wasn't in the mood to be lied to. And from what I could remember of Sagira's life, he had trouble lying to me, anyway. It appeared we both had the same problem. He sighed softly. "Erin, there are some things about the riddle I don't want to be true. Some things that are beginning to fall into place are worrying me."

"Like what?"

"Everything."

Talk about misuse of the word "some."

My arms uncrossed and my hands found their way to either side of his face to force his eyes, which were wandering back to the ground, to look into mine. "Atem, I appreciate the worry. But you and I both know that it was me who got myself into this mess, and I'll be damned if it's not me who gets myself back out of it. It's my problem to deal with accordingly. So for right now, while we're both still alive and breathing and the sun is shining, I don't want you to think for even a moment about how to save me. School, friends, and us, right here...those are what I want you to worry about. Those are the important things at this very second. Alright?"

His eyes flickered with raging emotions, but after an excruciatingly long second, he nodded. "Alright."

I smiled and released his face. "Good. Now go tell Tristan that the hickey on his neck is super hard to miss."

Atem laughed and nodded as I got into my car. "As you wish."

Walking into my house felt like stepping into a mine field. I knew Mom was home, considering I hadn't had to pick Miri up today. And that knowledge alone made my skin crawl in suspense.

Miri was at the dining room table, math homework spread out in front of her. She glanced up when I came in the door, but went back to what she was doing. "Hey," she said, pencil scratching on her worksheet.

"Hey," I replied, setting my backpack on the counter. "Where's Mom?"

"Right here." Jumping slightly, I turned to find my mother standing in the hallway, back straight for the first time since she had been diagnosed, and arms crossed over her chest.

I gulped. "Oh. Hey, Mom."

"Don't 'hey' me," she said, voice sharp. "You know what's coming."

Eyes wide, I made eye contact with Miri, who was very confused about the situation at hand. "Run. Run, small child. Save yourself."

Miri frowned at me and cocked her head at Mom. "What's the matter? Is Erin in trouble?"

Mom sighed. "Miri, would you please go upstairs for a few minutes? I need a word alone with your sister."

Raising an eyebrow, my little sister did as she was told, gathering up her homework and heading for the stairs. She threw one last inquiring look at me over her shoulder, then disappeared onto the second floor.

Mom waited until she heard Miri's bedroom door shut behind her. Then, she exploded. "Why didn't you tell me you were fainting?"

"Mom, I swear, it's not a big deal-"

"Erin, fainting is never a good sign! It can be symptomatic of a heart condition, anemia, cancer -"

"Mom!" I cut her off, and she pursed her lips at me. "Be rational for a moment. I have no other symptoms of any of those diseases, number one. And number two, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you. After everything that's happened, adding more to your plate didn't really seem fair."

She threw her hands up in an exasperated motion. "Or you just haven't noticed the others! And don't you ever put my wellbeing before yours. I am your mother, and until you have moved out of this house and started a family of your own, you will tell me every little ailment that dulls your day." I opened my mouth to counter, but she didn't let me. "Do you have any idea how worried I was when I got that call from school? I almost had a heart attack! You knew full well that I would freak out, and rightfully so! If there's one thing I've learned from all of these damn hospital visits, it's that nothing is more terrifying than thinking your kids could one day end up like you. And then your oldest daughter faints multiple times and pretends it's nothing when chronic fainting can be a sign of numerous fatal diseases." Tears welled up in her eyes as her words slowed and lowered to a shaky whimper. "You and Miri are all I have left, Erin. Please don't take that away from me."

"Mom..." I said quietly. I opened my arms, and she threw herself into them, clutching my back tightly.

"I'm scheduling a doctor's visit," She said into my ear.

I didn't have the courage to argue with her after her outburst. "Alright." I whispered. Something itched in the back of my brain, and I let another of Sagira's memories come forward.

"Ira, please," my mother said, ignoring my tugging on the thin linen of her dress as she continued gathering the necessary dishes needed to cook dinner. "Leave me alone about this. Your sister needs help in the garden."

I continued bunching the fabric in my fists. "But Mewet, he was covered in shadows. Like there was a storm or something."

Mama sighed and looked down at me. Compared to her goddess-like height, I was but a mere jackal, only reaching her waist even though I was eight harvests old already. Her eyes, deep brown like the rich soil on the banks of the river, stared at mine in contemplation for a few moments. She sighed again, much softer this time. "Sagira, there are some things about your father's work you are not yet old enough to understand."

My bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "I'm not a baby, Mewet."

"I know that, my little bluebird." She knelt down next to me and put the pots she was holding off to the side, then brushed my hair behind my ear. "But you are still my baby. And my baby does not need to see some of the things her father must deal with when he is working."

I tried to form a mean expression, but I couldn't. Not when my mother was being so kind to me. "Okay."

She smiled and kissed my forehead. "There's my good girl."

As she grabbed the clay dishes and stood, I felt my eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Mewet," I said, capturing my mother's attention once more, "Why does Yt have to deal with such terrible things if he is only a scribe?"

Whatever she had been preparing to do, she immediately stopped, her back growing rigid. When she turned to me once more, her expression was nonchalant, though I could tell it was forced. Her smile didn't reach her eyes when she spoke. "One day, you will understand the burden your father bears. But until then, you are to appreciate everything he has given you." Almost as an afterthought, she added, "And Eshe." Her smile faded. "Please, Ira. Go help your sister in the garden before Yt comes home."

I crossed my arms, still a bit irked that she hadn't really answered my question, but left the shade of our hut nonetheless to do as she said.

They were hiding something from me, and I was going to figure out what it was.

The lights at the arcade brought back a slight feeling of dread, considering the last time I had been somewhere like this, Astrid had kicked my ass at a game of DDR in front of half the school. I took a deep breath and continued walking.

It honestly amused me that the gang had decided to go to an arcade, of all places. I shouldn't have been surprised considering who I was friends with. We were probably some of the oldest people there, but that made it all the more fun.

Atem met me by the door like he said he would, a small smile on his face. "Glad you could make it." He said as we began heading to where the rest of our group was. Video game music chimed from the machines around us, and the shouts of little kids and the clink of coins came out of every direction.

"Me too," I replied. "Mom almost didn't let me."

"Was she worried?" He asked.

"Very. She freaked."

"How did you convince her you were alright enough to come here?"

"I agreed to go to the doctor and she dropped it. She told me to be careful, but that's been a given ever since all of this weird crap started happening." I didn't mean for my tone to deviate into bitter territory, but Atem picked it up.

He stopped and turned to me. "Again, I'm sorry that all of this has been thrown on you at once. I was at least a little prepared when my memories began resurfacing. You've had to learn how to cope with them as they come."

I forced a smile, if only to try to convince him I was fine. "And again, it's not your fault, Atem. With or without you, this shit probably would have hit the fan eventually."

He nodded and took my hand in his. "I know. I just can't help but feel guilty."

"That's one thing about you that never changed." I teased, giving his hand a light squeeze before we continued walking towards the table in the far corner, where Tea and Ishizu had set up camp. The boys were most likely somewhere playing video games.

Ishizu greeted me with a kind smile, bowing her head when Atem and I approached. "Erin. It's a pleasure to see you again."

"You, too." I said, returning her nod. Atem pulled out the chair across from her for me to sit in, and I looked to Tea as I sat. "Hey, Tea. Where are the boys?"

She snorted and gestured to my left. "Exactly where you'd expect." I turned to find Yugi, Joey, Tristan, and Marik gathered around a newer-looking Dungeon Quest game. Yugi appeared to be playing at the moment, and the others were rooting him on. My lips turned up at the corners to see their childlike behavior again.

"Of course." I laughed a bit.

"So, Erin," Ishizu began, inclining her head once more when she addressed me. I smiled awkwardly to get her to continue, trying to ignore the fact that I was just waiting for another flashback involving Isis. "Atem tells me that you have regained your memories."

I cleared my throat nervously, a bit taken aback at how blunt she was with her statement. It seemed there was no beating around the bush with the Ishtars. "Yeah. Some of them."

And as much as I wished it didn't, admitting to remembering being Sagira felt weird. It still hadn't completely hit me that I wasn't actually just Erin Stephenson anymore, but also an ancient Egyptian scribe on top of that, and I was afraid of what would happen when it finally did. Atem and the gang made it very easy to gloss over it, trying their hardest not to treat me any differently than they did before I told them anything. However, Ishizu did not seem to share that plan of action.

"You are nervous," She stated, raising an eyebrow. Before I could ask her how she could have possibly deduced that in the short time I'd been sitting there, she continued, "I can sense your discomfort. Why?"

I chewed on the inside of my cheek and prayed the sudden onset of dread in my stomach would go away. My eyes darted briefly to Tea, who was very unsuccessfully attempting to uphold a casual demeanor in such a strange conversation. "We just found evidence of another past life of mine." If Ishizu was going to cut to the chase, so was I. I swallowed to clear the dryness from my throat. "In my locker at school."

The elder Ishtar's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, but then she nodded slowly. "The riddle."

I nodded with her. "Yes. But when that thing says 'a hundred lifetimes,' it's not being...literal, is it?"

"I couldn't tell you," she said. "Everything about the riddle, and the circumstances surrounding your..." she cut herself off, seeming to be looking for better words, "...Disappearance from ancient Egypt, is cloaked in shadow. Though, it would make sense that the reason you are not in the afterlife is because you have been repeatedly reincarnated every time you died."

Her theory, though quite logical, made me uneasy. Something about the fact that I had died probably a hundred times over gave the sick feeling in my gut much more potential. Did I leave a body behind every time? If I looked...would I be able to find my own graves?

Atem's hand on mine brought me out of my grim thoughts. I glanced at him to find a slightly worried expression on his face. He looked to Ishizu. "We don't know who placed the records of her past life in her locker. We suspect it may be the cult that kidnapped her in October."

I squeezed his hand to thank him for turning the subject away from my repetitive encounters with death over the past three thousand years. He squeezed back.

"The cult, yes. Have you had any more encounters since we last spoke of it?" My eyebrows drew together at Ishizu's words. How did she know about the cult to begin with? Had...had they...?

Of course the Ishtars and the gang had been talking about this since they found me. Atem had probably been reporting back to her every time I so much as coughed the wrong way. While I understood the idea behind communicating major happenings involving a person they'd been searching for for months, it still made me feel a bit...out of the loop. Some things still didn't seem to add up even after we all came clean about the whole Ancient Egypt thing.

Unless some of us hadn't come completely clean.

"Only what happened today." Atem glanced at me again. I raised an eyebrow at him in questioning. The fact that Ishizu knew I had regained memories was enough to tell me that she had also heard about that night at Devon's. Why was Atem reporting to her without informing me she also knew about me?

My gaze drifted back to Tea, who was watching me with a calculated stare, one I had seen on her face twice before. I caught her giving me that same look once in history class, and another time when I tripped while I was walking out of the kitchen at the Muto apartment. It was as if she was afraid I would drop dead at any moment.

Genevieve flashed through my mind again. She'd died at the age of eighteen, hadn't she?

And hadn't Sagira died around that age, too?

"...And you can understand the Latin they spoke to you?" Ishizu asked me, snapping me back to the present.

I shook away the glare I had been throwing at the table and looked into her deep blue eyes. "Uh...yeah. What little I've heard."

"Are you alright?" Atem asked, hand covering mine on the table. I realized I may have spaced out for a bit longer than I meant to.

"I'm fine." My eyes briefly darted to him, and then went back to Ishizu. "They've been calling me Perdidit Regina, which literally translates to 'Lost Queen.' But that's the part I don't get. Sagira – I – never married Atem. Social classes and all. So why would I be referred to as a 'Lost Queen' if I was never a queen to begin with?" I didn't miss Atem's hand tightening over mine at the mention of our past relationship, nor did I miss the flicker of sorrow that briefly crossed Tea's face.

"Why indeed," Ishizu said, tapping her finger on the table. "You know, this cult isn't the first to refer to you as such."

"What do you mean?"

She looked to her brother, who was returning with Joey, Tristan, and Yugi in tow. They seemed to be in good spirits, laughing and talking smack to each other. Joey's hostility for the Egyptian boy was not nearly as apparent as it had been in the museum. "My family has protected the Pharaoh's tomb for three thousand years. There have been very few mentions of you in records of his life, but those that were made hinted at more than just a king-servant relationship between the two of you."

I felt my face flush, and saw Atem duck his head out of the corner of my eye to hide his own blush. If the topic wasn't so dire, I would have laughed at our embarrassment. It seemed we hadn't been as careful as we thought. "So the name is just people jumping to conclusions."

"In essence, yes."

"Huh." I exchanged a glance with Atem.

"Why do ya guys look like ya just took a walk of shame?" Joey asked as he approached.

I made a face at him and forced a laugh. Sagira's mother's joyless smile flashed through my mind, but I ignored it. "What made you think that?"

"Well, this is probably the first time I've ever actually seen ya blush," Joey pointed out, to which I nodded and mumbled, "True," and then he gestured at Atem, "And Atem looks like he just had some nasty thoughts about ya."

A noise came from next to me in protest, but when I looked at Atem, he just rested his face in his hand and sighed in defeat. It was cute.

Marik took a seat next to his sister, pretending to be oblivious to the mortified Pharaoh. "I'm starving." He said. "We should go somewhere to eat."

"Are you sure?" Yugi said. "We don't want to keep you guys too late if you have an early plane to catch tomorrow."

Ishizu's expression brightened slightly. "Actually, we meant to tell you that Marik and I will be staying to watch you, Joey, and the Pharaoh compete in Kaiba's tournament."

Marik nodded. "Odion will cover for Ishizu while she's gone. We wanted to spend some more time in the city before we go back to Egypt."

"And hopefully help the Pharaoh and Erin more." Ishizu added, giving me a kind smile.

"That's great!" Yugi said happily. Everyone else voiced their agreement, although Tea was eerily silent once more.

After a small pause, Tristan spoke up. "Marik had the right idea. I'm famished!"

"Me, too," Joey replied before turning to the rest of us. "Let's blow this popsicle stand!"

Later that night found Atem and me sitting on the couch in the Mutos' apartment, Yugi and Tea sitting on the floor in front of us. Ishizu and Marik had departed the group after our visit to a nice sushi place downtown, and Joey and Tristan had left just a few minutes ago when Joey's teasing about Tristan's hickey turned into a full out war over that and Joey's fondness for a certain duelist named Mai Valentine.

"Well, I guess I should get going," Tea said when our conversation died down. "Mom will be wondering where I am."

"I'll walk you home," Yugi said, hopping up with her. A corner of my lip curled up at the two of them.

Tea's smile was almost believable. "Okay. Thanks, Yugi."

"It's my pleasure," he replied, ushering her to the door. Before he left, however, he threw a look over his shoulder at Atem and me. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, kids." He winked.

"Take your own advice!" I called after him. There was no answer. "Those two need to get a room already," I said to Atem, who had finally managed to get his blushing under control after the arcade and was now just shaking his head with a small smirk on his face.

There were a few moments of silence.

"Hey, Atem?" I asked, glancing at the doorway once more to make sure Yugi wasn't still there.

"Yes?" He replied, wandering gaze turning back to me.

"Did I ever talk about my family?" At his confused expression, I amended, "In ancient Egypt. Obviously they weren't at the palace when I was, but did I ever mention them to you?"

He took a deep breath, eyes turned to the ceiling to recall what he could. "Sometimes. Your father was a scribe, and you had followed in his footsteps to get where you were. You had a sister named Eshe, who was about a year and a half older than you. You didn't speak much of your mother, but from what I could discern, she was beautiful and respectable." I nodded along with his words. "Why do you ask?"

I shrugged. "Just something I remember from when I was eight. I was asking my mother about my father's job. Apparently, I had seen something strange happen to him one day when I walked in on a meeting with some friends of his."

"Define strange," he said, expression becoming unreadable.

I bit the inside of my cheek as I thought. Brief images of a man I recognized as Sagira's father, shrouded in darkness while men chanted from all sides of the room, flashed through my mind. "I don't know how to explain it. I described it to my mother as my father being surrounded by shadows, but that wasn't entirely it. What I can remember of the incident is that there was someone...something...else in the room with them. But every time I asked about it, both of my parents dodged my questions."

Atem looked to be deep in contemplation, watching my eyes closely. "You never told me about that."

"I think I forgot about it, honestly. That was the only time I ever saw it happen. It felt like a dream." Tilting my head, I laughed a bit. "It's funny. Now that I'm talking to you about it, my childhood is becoming clearer to me." Eshe's face appeared in my head. Her skin was much darker than mine, and her hazel eyes were strong and wise. Though the mental image I conjured of her only depicted her to be about my age, something about her presence communicated a much older and mature persona. "Eshe was my role model. She was smart, and kind, and did what she could for our parents." My wistful smile slowly turned to a frown. "But she was overlooked a lot. I got most of the attention, though it never seemed to bother her much. Yt told me it was because she knew I would grow up to do great things, just as he and Mewet believed."

The corners of his lips had turned up a bit at my reminiscing, but when I finished, they fell down again. "Your parents favored you. You mentioned that once. You said you felt bad when you got older because you were the trouble child, and only Eshe ever got punished for misbehaving."

"Yeah. She did," I replied, looking at my hands. Now that I actually remembered her as the amazing sister she was, it hurt to think about the fact that Eshe died three thousand years ago, as did my mother and father, whom I had also loved dearly.

Perhaps the reason I was so protective of Miri now was because, subconsciously, I was paying tribute to my own big sister.

"Erin?" Atem turned my chin back to face him, and I realized my eyes had begun to water.

I sniffed and wiped them dry. "Sorry. I don't like the feeling of knowing they all died so long ago."

Damn, was this how Steve Rogers felt when they freed him from the ice?

"I know. It's not pleasant," He murmured, pain temporarily crossing his features before he set his face back into the solemn expression I knew too well. I realized he had also been separated from everyone he had ever known, and he had been aware of it for much longer than I had. Suddenly, I was sad for him.

We were really just a couple of misfits lost in time.

I rested my head on his shoulder. "I love my family in this time, but I can't help the ache in my chest when I think about my first one." How many families had I been a part of in the three thousand years of my existence? How many loved ones had I lost to time's all-consuming inevitability? "We'll see them again, right?"

Atem's arm came around my own shoulders and pulled me closer as he rested his head on mine. He took much too long to answer, but when he did, his voice was even and sure. "Yes. We will."

I closed my eyes, for the moment enjoying the warmth of his body so close to mine. I remembered many instances just like this in ancient Egypt, when the nights were cold and I found it hard to sleep on my own. Without asking questions, he would let me into his chambers and sit up with me until I eventually fell asleep, curled against his chest.

Nightmares had been very common for Sagira, but I could never recall what had happened in them when I woke up.

That is, until now.

Reluctantly, I broke the comfortable silence that had fallen over us. "Atem?"

"Hm?"

The statement brought guilt to every essence of my being, but this was the first real lead I had as to why the cult was so obsessed with me, and that was more important at this second than the loyalty I felt to Sagira's family.

"I think my dad was a part of the cult."

Hey, hey, hey! It's that time again!

I apologize if the chapter seems a bit sloppy or lacking. Like I said before, half of it was written in January, and the rest of it was much more recent. Let me know if there's anything I need to fix or improve on!

It seems Erin's relapses have confirmed Atem and Yugi's suspicions about the spell. And now Erin has figured it out, too. What are they going to do now?

What will the doctor have to say about Erin's episodes?

And yay for embarrassed Atem! He's so adorable. I can't help it.

We also got a glimpse into Sagira's childhood outside of the palace...What do you think of her family? And what could her father possibly have to do with the cult? There seems to be something fishy about the way she was raised as opposed to her older sister. Is it just spoiling the baby of the family, or is it something more?

Just a side note to the flashback, Mewet (pronounced 'moot') is the ancient Egyptian word for mother, and Yt ('eet') is the word for father. The ancient Egyptians technically didn't use vowels in their writing, so the "English-ized" versions of these words are what I chose to use, since they're a little easier to read (for example, "mother" is actually written "mw.t"). Correct me if I'm wrong in any of my research, though!

And, last but definitely most important, HOW AND WHEN DID TRISTAN TAYLOR GET A HICKEY?!

I hope you guys liked it! Expect an update much sooner than this one happened. And don't forget to drop me a review to let me know how I'm doing!

See you in less than four months (oops!),

-creativelybored