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Chapter 7

"My King, Marcus Matius Bodenius is here."

Aknamkanon raised his head slightly, he saw the diplomat entering the room. Marcus Matius Bodenius was wearing the same thing as the last time he'd come. There was a certain air of smugness in his expression as he bowed before the King.

"My son. Where is he?" Aknamkanon snapped.

"He's not here, Pharaoh. He's in Rome." Marcus smirked, "He's a stubborn boy, makes us wonder where he got that from."

"HOW DARE YOU!"

Aknamkanon stood, his voice boomed. The walls seemed to shake at the Pharaoh's shout, some of the people standing around the room shrunk back out of fear.

"How dare you talk about my son! How dare you show your face her without my son!"

"You brought this on yourself, Pharaoh. I told you there would be consequences."

"You will return my son to me."

Marcus just smirked, "Careful Pharaoh, I have something that belongs to your son. But I might not give it to you."

Aknamkanon took a step forward, fury in his face. Marcus never broke eye contact with the King as he pulled something from his bag. The object was wrapped in a dark coloured cloth. The Roman made no movement to bring the object to the Pharaoh; instead he just threw it down at the King's feet. A nearby guard picked the object up before handing it to the King, who still hadn't broke eye contact with the Roman. The wrapped object was an odd shape and had an odd weight to it. His heart dropped as his unwrapped the object; it was a crown… his son's crown. But, the crown was covered in dried blood. Aknamkanon stared at the crown before he raised his eyes to the Roman, his blood boiling.

"What have you done to him!" He yelled, his temper getting the better of him.

"Oh don't worry, Pharaoh, he is alive. Well, he was still alive when I left Rome."

"What gives you the right to torture my son! He is innocent in this!" Aknamkanon tried to rein in his temper but it wasn't really working. "You have no right to terrorise people who have done nothing to insult you. My people were peaceful towards your Empire, we did nothing to insult you."

"You did not comply with what we wanted." Marcus interjected, his eyes narrowing.

"You cannot force people to comply by stealing children. That will just make people view you as an enemy and throw you into wars that you cannot win."

"We are Rome. We can with stand everything. As for stealing children, your son isn't innocent."

These words were the final blow for the Pharaoh, his temper was uncontrollably. Around him Egyptians scattered, pressing themselves against the wall. Marcus, however, did not move. He had seen other Kings lose control to their temper but he had not admit this was the worst he'd seen.

"GET OUT!" The Pharaoh screamed, "I WILL NOT RECEIVE YOUR PEOPLE UNLESS MY SON IS RETURNED TO ME."

Marcus backed out of the room, but before he exited he had one last thing to say.

"It was a mistake to insult my people. You and your people will pay for this. As for your son, you will not see him alive again."

With those words, he left. The Pharaoh's rage lasted for hours after the Roman's departure. Eventually, he calmed down but that was only when he had entered his son's room and slumped down on the floor. The bloodied crown was still in his hand. His anger had turned to tears, which fell rapidly down his face. It had been a bad idea to lose his temper, it had killed his son. His son would be dead because of his inability to control his rage. His temper was his worst trait, a trait which had had loathed and made sure his son never inherited. He shook as he got to his feet and moved over to the balcony in his son's room. Tears ran thick and fast, he could not get Atem's face out of his head. The door behind him opened without so much as a knock. Someone had entered the room and was approaching him.

"Have you calmed down brother?" Aknadin asked, drawing level with him. "You anger was unnecessary."

"You're little care for my son disgusts me."

"Don't annoy me brother, I have found the means of destroying the Romans. We'll be defeat them and liberate the people they enslaved."

Aknamkanon was going to ask about his son but the answer would be the same as it had been previously. He listened as his brother explained the idea, but it seemed as though it was his brother was telling him what he was going to do rather than asking him.

"In short, Brother. These magic items will help us destroy them."

"Will creating them cause any harm to my people?"

"Of course, not." Aknadin lied, he had not told his brother about the sacrifice he was to make nor was he about to, "Why would making seven millennium items mean harming innocents?"

"Then do it, we must get my son back."

Akandin let without a word, a smirk on his face. Alone again in the room, Aknamkanon walked over to the bed and sat down, the crown still in hand. If these so called Millennium Items didn't get his son back then that was it. But the problem now was, even if these items would be the answer, it was too late for his son. His carelessness over his temper had killed his only child. He wanted to believe that Aknadin would be quick in making these items, knowing that they could save the Prince. But his brother did not seem to care about his son. This was something that he couldn't get his head around, Aknadin had a son of his own so one would think that he would feel something. His eyes found the crown again, tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Mighty Gods, Please hear me. I beg you, keep my son safe. Please allow him to come home safely, I beg you. Keep him safe."

The hour was late. Darkness covered the land, the temperature dropping. The occupants of the little village were all preparing to turn in for the night. In a little house, in the little village a family prepared for bed. A woman with long ashen hair held a young girl, whose hair was ashen coloured as well, in her arms. The girl was falling asleep in her mother's arms whilst the mother sung a lullaby to her. The mother gently carried her daughter into the small bedroom, still singing to her. Watching from a corner was a boy, who was only in his teens. Like his mother and sister he had ashen hair. His hair was rather long for a boy but that did not faze him or anyone in the village. The boy watched his mother careful placing his sister into her bed, a small smile on his face. He could remember when his mother would sing him to sleep. A hand on his shoulder made him look round. The boy's father was tall and unlike his wife and children his hair was dark.

"I am off son." The father said, a small smile on his face, "Take care of your mother and sister whilst am I gone."

"I will father." The boy replied.

The father squeezed his son's shoulder before leaving the house, the door closing with a click behind him. The man walked away from the house, making his way towards the edge of the village. It was his job to patrol the boarder of the village at night, to protect the occupants from harm. The village was known to be full of thieves and criminals. Though the occupants would do no harm to each other, the same could not be said for the other villages in the vicinity. So it was his job to stop any persons from another village getting into theirs. The Father was approaching the other men; he could just see their outlines in the distance. One man spotted him and called out in greeting;

"Evening Bakaa!"

The Father, Bakaa, raised his hand in response drawing level with the other men. There were six or seven men stationed on this side of the town. All of them held spears, but the spears were used more for leaning on rather than protecting the town. The men talked for a long time before one of them addressed Bakaa.

"So how are your children Bakaa?"

"They are very well thank you, Anai."

"Remind me." Anai said, "How old are your children?"

"Eboni is five and Bakura is fifteen."

"Ah yes." Another man interjected, "I saw Bakura only this morning a very handsome lad indeed."

"How did he get that scar under his left eye, Bakaa?" Anai asked.

"Bakura is a very active child, especially when he was younger. He fell out of a tree and scratched his face on the tree bark. He was brave though, he did not make a sound to indicate pain." Bakaa replied.

"That is a sign!" The other man proclaimed, "Bakura will be a great man when he comes of age. A brave man does not show his pain."

"I believe so." Bakaa agreed, he smiled as he thought of his dear children.

Only a matter of minutes away from the small quiet village, the landscape was anything but quiet. The sand was being thrown high into the air and perhaps fifty horses galloped across the dessert. At the head, leading the horses was Aknadin. He was itching to get started on making these items. He had not told his brother about the sacrificing of evil souls. His brother would have tried to stop him, but these souls were evil so it would make no different if they were sacrificed. Aknamkanon did not have the guts to do what he was about to so he had disclosed the true details to his older brother. A smirk appeared on his face, the village was coming into view. He slowed his horse and around him the other's did the same. Aknadin turned to face his men.

"We are approaching the village my friends, it is nearly time. All of you must make an oath now to never speak of this to anyone ever, not even your families."

The men around all nodded simultaneously. These men were unaware that Aknadin had put a spell on them, preventing them from taking any orders from anyone other than Aknadin. Aknadin smirked and galloped off with the men close behind him. As the horse sped up he could just about see men standing on the outside of the village, they were obviously the people who would protect the village incase of attack, but there was no way that they would be able to stand up to them. The only thing that gave the village protectors any notice that something was approaching was the sound of horses' hooves. But by the time they had realised it was too late, the horses were upon them. The protectors of the village were easily over powered. Aknadin and his men pulled villagers from their houses forcing them to an underground chamber which lay behind the village. Women and children screamed , men tried to force their families away, trying to escape. It was no use, the villages were forced underground. There the villagers were ushered into a room in the underground chamber. To complete making the Millennium items a ritual would take place.

Bakura was staring out the window, lost in thought. Out of the window he could see the distance dessert, where his father would be patrolling. His mother and sister were long asleep, but he wasn't willing to turn in at the moment. He had this feeling that something sinister was about to happen. So he kept his eyes fixed on the window, waiting. But of course nothing did happen; this village was safe he knew that. He knew that his neighbours and friends were all thieves so nobody would bother them. Bakura yawned and turned away from the window, he was only half way across the room towards his bedroom when he heard horses. At first he dismissed it but when more came Bakura moved back to the window. At least fifty horses were speeding into the village. Panic filled him, Bakura ran into his mother's room. He shook her awake.

"Mother! Mother!" Bakura cried, "Mother! Wake up, the village is under attack."

"What? Where's Eboni?" His mother said, slightly sleepily but she quickly got to her feet.

"I will go and get Father." Bakura said, already hurrying to the door, "You get Eboni and hide in here and we will come for you."

Bakura sprinted out of the house, being careful not to be spotted by any of the soldiers. Around him the soldiers were pulling people out of their homes and forcing them somewhere. He ran flat out searching for his father but he was nowhere to be seen. He was sure that his father would have been there but he was not. Even more panic filled him, where was his father? He ran to every patrol point in the village but he could not see his father. Perhaps his father had already gone back to the house to get them so Bakura ran back to his home. But, the house was empty. No one was there, not his father, mother or sister. Bakura refused to cry, he would find his family. In the distance he could hear screams. Following the sound he came to a staircase which led underground. Carefully he moved down the stairs, he saw soldiers forcing the villages into a room. His eyes widened, he recognised the soldiers. They were palace soldiers, so the Pharaoh had sent them? What did the Pharaoh want? All the villagers were led into the room and the door slammed shut behind them. Bakura stood and stared at the door. He could hear agonising screams coming from inside the room. He could have sworn he heard the distant screaming of a little girl…. His little sister. The screams filled the filled the chamber but then there was a sudden silence. Tears broke and slipped down his face. The Pharaoh had murdered his family. He would get his revenge; he would get revenge on the murdering King.

The melted gold had been moulded into seven different objects. Aknadin stared at the items with a greedy expression on his face. He reached out to grab the items but there was a sudden roar. Something large a black burst from the stone where the seven items rested. It rushed around the room, there were screaming from the soldiers as they were attacked by some unknown being. The dark shaped loamed over Aknadin.

"You will not touch these items." The thing boomed, "You will leave them."

"Never!" Aknadin cried.

He lunged at the stone, grabbing the eye shaped item. He wasn't sure it would work but he would not lose these items to this creature. He pushed the eye into his left eye. The pain was unimaginable but the Millennium Eye settled into its new socket. The creature had tried to grab him but as soon as the Millennium Eye had settled it seemed to think against it.

"You will leave here." The creature boomed.

Aknadin ran towards the other items and grabbed hold of them. When he grabbed the Millennium Ring the creature vanished. Aknadin looked round, expecting it to reappear but it did not. The men around him were no use to him now; the creature had killed them all. It was probably better that way only he carried the secret. Placing the Millennium Items in the bag Aknadin left the chamber; with these items they would now be unstoppable.

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There we have it! Chapter 7 complete!

Sorry it took so long I am back at Uni and as it's the last year I have a lot to do.

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