Shandy: This is the second to last bonus scene that we have.
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Bonus: Father's Story (Five thousand or so years before chapter one)
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Aknamkanon sighed, rubbing his temples. All of this papyrus-work was going to give him a headache.
The door opened, and little footsteps padded into the room until an eight year old Atem stood in his adorable glory, looking up at his father, who chuckled.
"Atem, what are you doing here? You were going to play with Mahad and Mana today."
"Mana is sick." Atem pouted. "And Mahad has practice. Everyone else is busy."
"As most people are, little one." Aknamkanon smiled, picking Atem up and placing him upon his lap. "How about I tell you a story?"
"Is it another one about the gods?" Atem asked, curiously.
"Not really, it is about some normal people who were chosen by the gods many years ago. They saved my life many times."
"Really?"
"Yes." Aknamkanon chuckled. "I remember it as though it was yesterday. They were the heroes of Cairo! One chosen of Ma'at, Ladybug, and the other chosen of Bastet, The Black Cat. Their names… my father told me they were Annipe and Madu. For several years, they fought against The Wasp and Thealab."
"What were they like?"
"Well…" Aknamkanon shifted, thinking. "Ladybug, or Annipe, was very kind, and had a sharp tongue that would put you in your place."
"Like Isis?" Atem asked, disbelieving. His father laughed.
"No, she was much more loose than Isis." He explained. "And her husband, Madu or The Black Cat, was more up tight. You did not see him smile often, but once you got him comfortable he would be spouting out jokes left and right." He sighed. "He was only ever like that around Annipe though. Never hid anything from our father- Aknadin and I got into lots of trouble because of that. Annipe was loose and liked to play with us a few times, but it wasn't all that often."
"What happened to The Wasp and Thealab?" His son asked again.
"Well, they were sentenced to death, as all criminals who try to kill the royal family are." Atem nodded in understanding.
"Did you ever meet them? Where are they now?"
"They are living in the best that the Afterlife can give them, I am sure." Aknamkanon said. "And yes, I met them quite a few times when I was younger. However, this was a few years after they defeated the ones cursed by Seth. They were hired to protect me and your Uncle, you see."
"How often did they do that?"
"Several times. From Assassins, to pots falling on our heads."
"They saved you from a falling pot?" Atem asked. Atem himself had gotted a bruise or two from things that fell from higher places. It was ridiculous, but very real, and something to be wary about as an eight-year old. He found it hard to believe that his father, the almighty Pharaoh of Egypt, would have to be saved by such small and miniscule things.
"Yes." His father chuckled.
"Can you tell me more about them?" Atem asked eagerly.
"Another time, my boy." Aknamkanon gave his son's hair a little ruffle. "Now run along, I am sure that you can find something for you to do." Atem nodded sadly, and went to leave, before looking at his father curiously.
"Will I ever be able to meet them?"
"Perhaps, one day. But that day will be too soon for both of us."
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