Khasara
Matthew
Nye
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Chapter Six: The Trial
The corridor leading to the dungeons was cold and dark, the only source of light coming from the numerous torches hanging along the wall. Steadily the soldier pushed Khasara behind his captain. Her mind was still on the scene that she saw on her ride through the city. "What is going on here?" Khasara asked herself, to her things were not adding up. When the guard stopped pushing her by her arms, she snapped out of her train of thought. Casually the captain unlocked the door in front of him, his gaze only faltering form the door long enough to give one last grin back at her. The gin did not impress Khasara much and she rolled her eyes as he turned back to open the door. Once again, the soldier pushed her behind the captain. "Hmmm..Why don't we give our guest the grand suite boys?" he said pointing to a cell a little further down the hall. With this, she was again shoved along, only stopping in front of the door long enough for her capturer to untie the ropes constricting her arms. Then she was thrusted into the cell, because of the unexpected sudden movement Khasara tripped and landed face first on the cell floor. She looked back at guard with the darkest look she could show as he slammed the barred door shut laughing.
"Hahaha...Yeah, I bet you think its funny now Buckoo? But I bet that if you came back here and faced me like a man you'd think otherwise." Khasara shouted as she heard the group, that had escorted her, leave the room. "Dumb jack rabbits! This is no way to treat someone." She mumbled under her breath. When the door to the dungeon was slammed shut, she slung her hair away from her face and looked around at what was to be her home for the night. Well it was not the grand suite that was for sure. The sandy floor was cold and damp, and a moth eaten mat lay along one wall. It was dark and gloomy there was hardly any light, unless you count the light coming from the tiny barred window along the back wall. It was just big enough to stick one's hand through, but it let in just enough of the glow from the moon outside to keep the shadows in the corners of the room.
"Well at least I won't be stuck in the dark." Khasara grumbled as she picked herself up off the floor. Dusting herself off, she turned to look outside her cell. The barred door lead out into a hallway lined with cells like the one she was stuck in. At the ends of the hallway were wooden doors, one of which she had come in through. The other one, on the other hand, she did not notice until now. "Huh. I wonder where that door leads?" She asked aloud. An as if someone had heard her question the door began to open. Through it, a tall and very broad man entered the hallway, holding in his hand a ring of keys. The iron pieces jingled against one another has the man who seemed to be the dungeon guard walked along the cells. Khasara stepped back from the door, as the Keeper approached her chamber, to lean against the wall.
"Well what do we have here?" The guard said as he looked at the woman reclining on the wall. Khasara kept her head turned down with her ebony hair covering her face, and arms crossed in front of her. "A desert flower? Or maybe someone who got a little too feisty with the pharaoh and his priests"
"What business is it of ours, Chubby?" She growled keeping her head bowed. "As far as I'm concerned you have no right to hold me here." With this, the guard snorted and began to laugh.
"No wonder you're here... And I'm guessing that Priest Set has something in mind for your ignorant tongue." He said still watching her from the other side of the door.
"My ignorant tongue! Yeah, sure, uh huh. Well your so call 'Pharaoh' and his 'Priests' are going to be in big trouble when I get out of here." Khasara uttered looking up to the face of the guard.
"You insolent little wench!" The guard exclaimed "I have already been called the today, find something new to call me." She proclaimed. "Besides, there is nothing that they can dish out to me that I can't handle."
"We'll see little flower, we'll see." He said as he turned to walk back through his door. When the wooden door made contact with its frame Khasara ran to the window. Jumping up and grabbing the bars she looked out at the now empty and moon lit street. She made an attempt to wiggle the bars lose but they did not budge, so being defeated she let go and slipped to the ground. Turning around she looked back at the door, then to her shoulder.
"It's worth a try." She stated, and ran to the door slamming her shoulder against the bars. Pain shot through her arm and she hissed in her breath. "Well I won't do that again." She declared as she rubbed her arm. Clasping a bar with each hand, she rested her head on the bars. "How come I always get myself into messes like this?" Khasara asked herself. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME IN HERE FOREVER. THIS IS NOT RIGHT AND ALL OF YOU KNOW IT. I HAVE CONNECTIONS IN HIGH PLACES AND YOU'LL BE SORRY FOR WHAT YOU DOING TO ME." She screamed trying to draw as much attention to herself as possible. "LET ME OUT OF HERE NOW." She shouted as she yanked at the bars she was holding, letting out a screech of rage as she did.
Atem was walking through the halls of the palace when he heard faint screeches of anger. A confused look crossed his face for only a moment, until he remembered the strange woman that they had found today. Set had insisted that she be put in the dungeon for the night. Although Atem did not like the idea himself he trusted Set decision and just hoped that Set would not be too hard on her tomorrow. Again, the shouts rang thought the passageway, this time he turned around and headed towards the dungeon. Something about this woman was very strange, the way she dress, the way she acted, spoke, and the fact that she had no idea who he was. These things did not sit well in his mind and he was willing to give up his sleep to figure it out.
Giving up on her attempts to grab someone's attention Khasara backed away from the barred door. All her strength had been put into her escape effort so she fell back to sit on the mat. Resting her head on the wall, her hair falling down her shoulders to the floor around her. The thoughts going through her mind of the day she had, still were not fitting together. This 'Pharaoh' person and his friends, the way the people acted in the street, and being thrown in jail for the night. Things were just not adding up. As she sat there, eyes closed and knees pulled up, thinking when she heard the sound of a door opening. Then another door opened opposite the first one and the sound of the guard's voice boomed through the room.
"Who goes there?" The keeper asked. "Oh! My pharaoh I didn't realize it was you"
"It is alright my good man." Came the deep voice of the Pharaoh. "You may go back to your duties"
"Yes you majesty." Was the last thing the guard said before closing himself back into his room. Khasara open her eyes just a slit and saw the tri-color hair pharaoh standing in front of her cell. "What does he want now?" She thought to herself. He just stood there looking deep in thought staring at her. Therefore, she figured that he was not going to say anything and closed her eyes again. Returning to her own troubles that she had to comprehend.
Atem stood at the cell of the woman, thinking of things that could explain who she was. He could not see her face, which was covered by the shadow of the wall, but he assumed that she was asleep. The slow falling and raising of her chest made his assumption seem true. She was truly strange, but hopefully things would be revealed at the trial.
Khasara was still aware that the man was standing there, but she continued to go over things in her mind. The both of them sat there for what seemed like hours, each lost in their own train of thought. Then the pharaoh let out a sigh and turned to exit the chamber. She opened her eyes just enough to see him, looking as deep into the crimson eyes as possible before he closed his eyes and walked away. Letting her body fall to lie flat on the mat she eased her mind and drifted slowly into sleep.
Just before Atem left the front of the girls cell, he could feel her eyes upon him. It was as if she was looking to him for the answers to the many questions she had. The walk back to his royal chambers was silent and filled with thought. This girl puzzled him, and the fact that things were not coming to him only made things worse.
The next morning the sun shone through the little window, the light falling onto Khasara's face. Then came the creaking of the iron door and the sound of footsteps close to her.
"Wake up! Priest Set doesn't like to be kept waiting." The voice slowly made it way to Khasara's brain. With this command, she slowly raised herself with her arms. She was tired, weak, and sore from the hard bed. The guards took no time grabbing her arms and pulling her up the rest of the way. Then they began shoving her out the door, everything in Khasara's sight was still a blur. She was definitely not awake yet, but she was also to weak to argue with the strong men leading her. With no food in her stomach, there really was no use in putting up a fight.
The walk to the throne room was filled with looks and snickers from the two escorts, but Khasara did not care. To her these two were just nitwits involved in something that she had not figured out yet. She did not pay much attention to them either, she was more concerned about this so-called trial. What were they going to do to her and why? What would it prove and what were they aiming to find out? Questions such as these ran through her head as the guards consistently pushed her through the halls. It seemed to take no time arriving at the entrance to the throne room, before Khasara had realized it she was standing in front of large arched doors. Slowly they swung open to reveal the golden lit room, and at the far end sat the Pharaoh with his priests. Atem looked up at the sound of the opening doors, and with it came the two guards and the strange woman. She looked so weak which was a big difference from the strong and confident person whom he saw yesterday. The guards literally seemed to drag her into the hall, and a pang of guilt shot through him. Khasara was brought in front of the group, the pharaoh sitting in his high backed chair with his six priests lined in front of him. The soldiers held her between them and forced her down to her knees, which did not take but a tiny push. They stood, one on each side of her, holding her arms out awaiting their orders.
"Well no smart remarks from our little visitor today?" Set's voice exclaimed as he stepped forward from his position next to Akunadin. Khasara looked up into the darkly tanned face of the priest with disgust written all over her face. She spat at the ground at Set's feet, and waited for his reaction.
"Why you impudent little..." Set muttered through clenched teeth, and raised his hand to strike her. But he was interrupted by the deep voiced pharaoh.
"Set! I hope I can trust you to take the right actions at this time?" Atem questioned as he eyed his cousin.
"Yes, you can my Pharaoh." Set replied and lowered his hand. Khasara let her head hang, her ebony hair curtaining her face, as she anticipated the start of the trial. With Set's signal another priest, named Shada, bearing the millennium key around his neck stepped forward. As Shada came foward the guard to Khasara's left grabbed the hair at the top of her head and pulled to make her come face to face with the Key barer. She looked at his face then to the key in his right hand, something told Khasara that this was a bad thing and fear filled her eyes. Shada raised the Key to her forhead just between her dark black orbes, and jerked his hand as if unlocking a door. Khasara's eyes blinked to a blank and soulless expression. The magic of the key drove her into the deepest parts of her mind. She looked around the dark casam, and spotted the Shada standing a little furhter away.
"You are not permitted to enter the mind of my master!" came a voice for out of nowhere. Khasara quickly spun around trying to figure out where the voice came from. Then looked back at Shada, who was looking up with a horror struck face. She looked up and saw what he was seeing, but was not afriad. A large black fiery pegasus galloped it way through the darkness of her mind. Then again the voice came. "You have no permission to be here. You must leave now!" The voice of the pegasus echoed around them, but it seemed to be thinking these threats. The mouth of the magical horse never moved as he made his proclaim. Shada stood mustering up all his power to stand against the power of the horse.
"I have come to search this mind for impureities." Shada stated.
"You have no right to be here. I am the protector of this soul for intruders. And you are intruding upon this place. LEAVE NOW!" The horse demanded.
"Now see here..." Shada began but never finished and the horse intrupted him.
"I have given you the chance to leave, and you refused therefor you must be removed" The pegasus exclaimed. Then with out warning a fiery blast shot from its wings. Blasting Shada out of Khasara's mind, and brought the both of them back to reality. Shada fell back onto the floor from the force of the attack.
"I have never seen such p-p-power i-in al-all my years." He studdered as he stared back at Khasara who was heavily breathing, steaming, and shivering with weakness.
"Shada! What happened?" Isis and Mahado questioned with consern.
"I don't really..." Shada's statment was cut short by a painfilled scream that escaped Khasara's lips. Atem stooded up and was about the run towards her when a figure began to form itself infront of Khasara. Atem stopped dead in his tracks and Set stared at the form. The Pegasus appeared before them, its flaming wings spread out as if daring them to come any closer. The creature turned its head toward the two guards who were holding Khasara. Knowing that this was not good the guards let go of Khasara's arms and darted out of the room. Without haveing support Khasara fell forward to the floor unconscious. The pegasus postioned itself so that it stood over Khasara's body to protect her from what might come. Atem looked at the creature and as he did the Millenium Puzzle around his neck began to glow and vibrate once again, followed by the other six items. Isis closed her eyes for just a moment then reopened them with a stocked look upon her face.
"My Pharaoh. This is the creature whose power we felt yesterday. It was not Bakura who caused this reaction from our items it was her." She said pointing to the unconscious figure laying on the floor. Atem looked from Isis to Khasara, then to the pegasus standing guard over her. "So this is the one whom caused us alram." He thought to himself. Seeing his chance Set raised the Millenium Rod and pointed it at the creature before him. "You shall forever more be contained." he shouted at the creature.
"SET. NO." Atem yelled at his cousin. Set turned to look at the crimson-eyed man. "Let the creature alone. It is only doing its job. It has no intention of harming us unless we harm it. Just let it go." Atem camanded. At his order Set lowerd the Rod, and stepped back to be with the rest of the preists. Atem again looked at the creature its black eyes never leaving the Pharaoh. Then the pegasus looked at the puzzle around the rulers neck.
"So you are the chosen one!" The creature said as if suprised, and lowered it head bowing at the man ahead of him. "I shall not harm you my purpose is to protect my master. Later we may be of some help to you, but be warned. Harm her and my wrath will be felt by all." The pegasus bowed once again, then disappeared. Atem started at the place where the monster had stood. "'So you are the chosen one!' What did it mean by that?" He asked himself, then he looked at Khasara laying on the floor.
"Have her put in one of the guest rooms, and taken care of. And let me now of her condition later on." He order a group of servants, how took off with their command. Atem walked over the girl on the ground, bending down he rolled her over ever so gently. She was no longer steaming, and her breathing had gone back to normal. "Now all she needs is some sleep." He whispered moving her hair from her face. It was then that the servants arrived with the strecher, and in no time Khasara as laid safely in one of the soft guest beds.
Well now seems that Preist Set was just a little surpised. But now what will happen to Khasara? And what about Mike and Nye? What is going on back in the present? You'll just have to wait until the next chapter. Sorry this chapter has taken so long to be posted. I was sick for a little while and my imagination was not up to snuff. Again hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll try to get Chapter 7 up as soon as possible.