"Psen! There you are! Where were you? I've been Looking for you everywhere! Were you with Kira? I told you to stay away from her. She's not right with the gods I tell you." Duathathor-Henuttawy exclaimed as Psusennes entered his house. "Glad you came back, Henuttawy's ceremony will be starting soon. Get your good robe on. Not one of those unusual ones you painted."

With his head hung low, Psusennes started towards his room. He ran into Muatkare in the hallway and she toppled over into the household god's shrine. The statue of the god was thrown off of its perch and fell on Muatkare's head. When the statue reached the floor, it had shattered into a million pieces, and splattered with the blood of Muatkare's head wound. Psusennes froze as his mother came near, beckoned by the sound of tears and a broken statue. Duathathor-Henuttawy, not noticing the shards of clay on the ground, ran over to her bleeding daughter. Her bare feet rested upon the sharp pieces of the statue. Jumping in pain, she slipped and the rest of her body felt what only her feet had moments ago.

Psusennes stared at the pool of blood. Both his sister and mother, screaming in pain, had brought his second sister, Mutnedjmet, to see what was going on. As she arrived in the hallway, her face turned white.

"Mum!"

"Mutnedjmet! Help me up. Be wary of the shards."

Duathathor-Henuttawy retrieved Muatkare and the both of them started toward the washroom to clean up and bandage themselves. Mutnedjmet glared at Psusennes. Their sister's cry faded as she and her mother has left the hallway.

"Psusennes, what happened?"

"I-I don't know. I was just walking and Muatkare ran into me and tripped and the household god fell and hit her. Then mum came and fell on the broken pieces of the statue."

"I cannot believe you did this."

"What do you mean! It wasn't my fault!"

"Whatever, I'm going to clean all of this up." Mutnedjmet left for the kitchen for some rags.

Psusennes turned to see his mother, bandages everywhere on her, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"Get out." She said softly, yet stern.

"Wait no, mum. I didn't-"

"I said get out! You have no sympathy for your sister, no respect for me nor the household gods! You don't deserve to live here. You don't deserve to be my son. You don't deserve to be the high priest's son. Get out!"

Psusennes burst into tears and ran out the doors of the house, just in time to see his father come inside. He gave a confused look at Psusennes, he could hear his mother words trailing off as she explained what had happened to Pinedjen. Psusennes ran out of the city, out of the gates. He ran past the dunes, and even further. He ran so far he could not see the city of Tanis anymore. Fatigued, he laid down for a nap. It was not hard to fall asleep. He dreamt he was sitting upon a throne with his sister, Mutnedjmet, he had a crown on, then he found himself at his father's funeral. Psusennes awoke, sweating, to the sound of stones scraping stones; sandstorm. He was in the middle of the desert, there was nowhere to go. Psusennes stood, eyes widening at the sight of the enormous tan cloud speeding his way. Should he bury himself? Should he run? With no time to think, he ran. He ran harder than he ever had in his life, though he was no match for the sandstorm. Psusennes felt the sand sticking to the sweat on his Neck, his vision stated blurring, dust was clogging his throughout. Then it went black.

The same dream occurred. As he awoke, first, he noticed the sunset; he missed his sister's ceremony. Then he felt a burning sensation in his eyes and throat.

"Psen? Are you awake?" a young female voice asked.

"Kira? Kira!" Psusennes exclaimed as he noticed her sitting next to him. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, my eyes and throat sting a little, but i'm okay. But, why are you here, like, how did you find me? I was in the middle of the desert."

"Well, I was still making way to my quarters when I saw you running towards the gates again. I couldn't help but follow."

"But, what about the sandstorm?"

"I sought out high ground and covered my face in my linens. Though, I did get hit by an airborne rock." Kira turned to show a bloody hole in her linens.

Psusennes crunched up his nose, "Ow, that looks bad. We should go back to Tanis to get that treated."

"Why did you run all the way out here anyway?"

Psusennes sighed, "My mother kicked me out of the house. I accidentally broke our household god idol and it hurt my sister and mum."

"Oh, you think she will let you come back?"

"I don't want to go back."

"Psusennes! Of course you do, don't say that."

"I'm serious, I'm never going back to that house, nor will I speaking to any of my family again."

"Well, if we are going back to Tanis, where will you stay?"

"The streets."

Kira raised her brow, "Don't be stupid, you will stay with my mother and I."

"Okay, but where is Tanis?"

"West, we follow Ra."

The two started off towards the red and purple sunset, making way towards the city. It was dark upon their arrival; slaves weren't allowed to be out after nightfall. Kira and Psusennes tried to be as silent as possible as they prowled among the city streets.

"Do you hear that?" Kira asked Psusennes. Muffled talking was heard as the two fell quiet. "I'll see if its all clear."

Kira peered around the corner of the building. "All clear."

They walked around the corner and started down the street. The voices faded. Suddenly Kira was lying on her side yelping in pain. She must have tripped and fell on her wound.

"Hey you two!" one of two guards shouted after he entered the street with Kira and Psusennes.

"C'mon Kira, get up!" Psusennes screeched as he frantically helped Kira to her feet.

They Hurried away from the guards instantly. The guards, also, started into a sprint after them, quickly gaining. Not looking back, Kira and Psusennes bolted and dashed until Kira's feet tangled in her linen dress and she tripped once more. Psusennes slowed to a stop and went to retrieve his friend, but the guards have already caught up to them. One guard grabbed Kira's wounded arm, and she winced. Psusennes was grabbed by his neck and was lifted up in the air. The guard looked at his face.

"Hey, it's the Pharaoh's kid." He stated with a smirk.

Both Kira and Psusennes looked at each other in confusion. Pinedjen was the high priest, not the Pharaoh.

Kira and Psusennes were taken to the Pharaoh's temple. The guards threw them to the floor at the Pharaoh's feet. Psusennes slowly looked up at him.

"Hello, son." He said.