Khasara
Matthew
Nye
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Chapter Five: Pharaoh Atem and His Priests
Atem sat in his high back throne holding his head up with his hand. He was thinking over the past events of the year and the ever-usual raids that destroyed numerous tombs. The Thief King was be coming quite a handful, and no matter how fast Atem and his priests were they, they always showed up too late. Set was at the head of the table going over plans and strategies that were to be executed the next time the bandit made his attack.
"The soldiers will circle around here while we enter through the front." Set explained. When he finished, he looked up to his cousin. "What do you think Atem?" Atem being disturbed from his thoughts opened his cat-like crimson eyes to look at his loyal companions.
"Hmm...What did you say Set?" He asked.
"My Pharaoh, please forgive my rudeness," Akunadin spoke up," but it is vital for you to pay attention in these times. We never know when Bakura might strike again"
"Your right Akunadin. I am sorry, please continue with your stratagem Set." He said waving his hand to allow Set to continue. Just as Set went to speak up the Millennium Rod at his waist began to glow and vibrate. As if following suite the Millennium Puzzle around Atem's neck began to glow, along with the other five items.
"W-What is going on? Isis can you explain this?" Atem asked with concern in his eyes.
"I can try my Pharaoh." Was Isis's only reply as she taped into the power of the necklace around her neck. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes. "Something very powerful has revealed itself."
"Do you know where my friend?" Mahado question Isis. She turned and looked at Atem.
"Apparently within your tomb my Pharaoh." With this Set turned to a servant standing near by.
"You! Have horses made ready for us and a few Calvary troops." The servant ran from the room with his order. The group made its way out of the palace and into the courtyard where their horses awaited them. When the Calvary members joined them, they flew to the land of the dead with Atem leading the way. "Bakura what are you up to now?" he asked himself as the hooves of the horse beat against the ground.
Khasara leaned against the wall for support. This was not a situation that she wanted to be in at the moment, especially when the man in front of her could have done anything to Matt and Nye. Bakura glared at her from his position on all fours blood dripping from his cheek.
"You insolent wench!" He hissed at her through clenched teeth. "You'll pay for that." A growl escaped his lips as he got up and lunge toward her. Khasara pressed herself as close to the wall and turned her face away as she awaited the impacted. Before Bakura could reach Khasara a spear from one of the Calvary troops whizzed through the air landing at Bakura's feet. Bakura stopped and turned to face the direction from which the spear had come.
"Bakura! How did I know it would have been you here?" Pharaoh asked not really expecting and answer.
"Well my Pharaoh so we meet again." Bakura snared.
"Bring him to me." Atem commanded the soldiers. They moved forward, but with ease, Bakura stepped into the shadows and disappeared. His laughter rang through the empty hallways of the tomb. From Khasara's position on the wall, she opened one eye and peered around only for her to see four spears pointed at her some feet away. Nonetheless, the warriors were ready to strike if it was necessary.
"Who are you?" Came a deep voice that drew Khasara's attention from the soldiers in front of her. She took a step from the wall.
"Who wants to know?" She asked with a snappy attitude, "And why are you asking me this? What are you doing here? This place is off limits after hours, especially to you people"
"This is my pyramid I'm allowed here whenever I wish. Why are you here? Were you with Bakura" Atem answered.
"Who, that creep?" Khasara question gesturing towards to the spot were Bakura had been standing, "No way he didn't belong here, and neither do you." She said glaring at the deep voiced man.
"How dare you speak to the Pharaoh like that?" Mahado spat at her.
"Pharaoh? Are you kidding me?" She paused and rubbed her temple with one hand holding her arm up with the other. "Oh my Ra! I'm surrounded by idiots"
"Who are you calling idiots, knave. You should be bowing before your superiors." Set commanded her.
"Just who do you think you are? You can't tell me what to do. Those times ended a long time ago. What ever century you came from you need to go back." Khasara snapped at him, taken aback by her disrespect Set gasped in shock along with the other priests. Atem slightly smiled as he thought of how funny the strange woman in front of him was. She seemed to have no clue who he was. The courage she showed to stand up to him was amusing, but Set thought different.
"Guards, arrest her!" Set ordered the soldiers. The Calvary members took no time grabbing her and tying her wrists behind her back.
"Hey just what do you think your doing. You can't do this to me. You have no right." She shouted as the guards pushed her behind the group. They walked out of the tomb where their horses were waiting. "Let me go right now. Hey! Let go!" She yelled as one soldier threw her upon his horse, and climbed up behind her. Since her shouts did nothing she sat quietly as they rode off toward town.
Matt and Nye made their way across the sands without any troubles and soon found themselves in front of the train station.
"Well horsy here we are." Matt told Nye as tied him to the hitching post. As Matt turned to look at his watch Nye nudged his canteen.
"Oh, you want water. Ok, here you go." He said as he sat the portable bucket that he remembered when they left the tomb and filled it with water. "There you go Bud." He paused and looked toward the tomb" I wonder if Khasara is Ok." Matt asked the horse. Nye did not give any sign that he heard but just continued to drink.
"This has got to be some sort of joke." Khasara mumbled from her seat in the saddle. She looked around to try to find Matt but none of the faces looked familiar, and none of the horses were Nye. "Something is not right." She thought. Looking toward the front of the group, she noticed the clothes of her captures. They wore the old Egyptian white robes, but the six people in front of her were decorated in gold. One person in particular stood out from the rest, he wore the gold attire that normally a royal would wear during the ancient times. "Where could these people have gotten jewelry such as that? Those could only be found in museums." She thought. Khasara quickly turned her eyes from the man as he turned to look at her. His blonde bangs flapping into his face as he looked over his shoulder. "There is something really strange about this girl. She's not even dressed like us." Atem thought as he glance at her. "I wonder what land she is from"
Khasara decided that it was safer not to look at anyone for the rest of the ride. So instead, she stared in front of her. Her bottom ached from the unusual position in the saddle and her arms were cramping from their awkward arrangement. She sighed at her failed attempt to reposition herself. Along the horizon, peeks of the buildings from town slowly came into view, but they weren't the modern roofs that she was use to. These were made from sand, still a little confused Khasara strained to see further. As the town was revealed the more she thought, something was horribly wrong. This was not her hometown, and it surely was not the place she left this morning. Before she knew it the grate gates into the city were opening for the returning unit, and the noises from inside exploded. Khasara could not help but stare around in wonder, to her things just didn't add up. She watched as the merchants, citizens, and barters went about their daily chores stopping only briefly to bow at the tri-color haired man leading the group.
Her attention was torn away from the mass around her, a trumpet sounded, the sight that was before her took her breath away. Large wooden gates opened into the most beautiful courtyard that only a king could wish to have. The servants ran to grab the reins of the horses, and the people around her dismounted. Another guard came and seized her from the horse she had been riding when without warning her head was yanked backwards. The soldier stopped and gave her an angry glare and again tried to pull her along, but again she was snatched back and pain shot through Khasara's head. This time she turned around and looked back at the Calvary member she had been riding with who, at the moment was sitting on her hair.
"Hey there Jumbo! Do you mind getting off my hair? Its attached you know." She told him. Seeing that he was indeed sitting on her hair he dismounted, and push her behind the other soldier.
"Your majesties. What would you like us to do to the prisoner?" The captain asked. Set turned to answer as the other priests progressed into the palace.
"Let her spend the night in the dungeons. Then tomorrow she shall be tried." With this, the troops shoved Khasara in the division of the building that lead to the dungeons below. Still stunned by all that she had seen in the past few minutes, Khasara could not stop them from pushing her along. Things were going to take awhile to sink in, and the night that she was going to have to spend in the dungeon would be spent turning things over in her mind.
Well now, it seems that Khasara has gotten herself in quite a tight spot. How will she ever get out of this one. And Matt...well he's just being Matt. His cowardly instincts told him that it was not a good idea to stay in the tomb, and could you blame him? Well many things will unfold in the next chapter I promise, and Khasara will get the shock of her life. (Laughs evilly) I am so evil. See you next time.