Once the Temple of Gods was restored to its pristine stage, the people were insisting that their Prince would stay with them. But Lavi had other plans with him then leaving him playing royal-King. When the people were inside the main prayer room showering Horus's state with fresh flowers and mystic incense, Lavi grabbed Allen and made a run for it. He took Allen back to his campsite, not bothering to acknowledge his crew mates.

"What were you thinking? Why'd you go and reveal yourself?!" Scolded Lavi. Allen was surprised that his new friend took him away from his people, and was even more surprised that he'd go asking such preposterous question like that.

"Because I am their Prince, why should I hide?!" Snapped Allen, proud of his identity.

"What if someone there who wanted to kill you? You shouldn't have blurted out loud like that! Times have changed, you should know!"

"What else do you want me to do?" Screamed Allen tired of being undercover. "They were destroying my Father's House; I can't just stand there and not do anything! That's not who I am!"

Lavi inwardly curled. Wait, his Father? I thought that his father was the Pharaoh, so what is he talking about? Allen, not getting any answers from Lavi, let out a tired sigh and walked away.

"You don't know who I am, so please don't trouble yourself... Please don't," Repeated Allen. He said those same words to Rabi before, but he hoped that this Lavi wouldn't do the same thing that Rabi did.

Lavi broke off and left the tent to fume his frustrations. Kicking up the sand beneath his feet, he saw the small curtain of floating sand revealing his mentor, Bookman. Great, more trouble...

As usual, Bookman's expression was taintless, his eyes speaking of old age and lost memories. Although Lavi didn't enjoy his being this panda's apprentice, he took comfort in the elder's presence and wise words, "I heard of what happened in the Temple of Gods. Is it true? Their Prince Allenthor-Su has returned?"

"Yeah, he's back... But nobody told me that this kid's got some attitude,"

"Look who's talking, stupid apprentice! It's your fault that this happened in the first place!" Whacking Lavi on the head, the elder archeologist peered inside to see the person in question quietly sleeping on Lavi's makeshift bed.

"Do you know who he really is, Panda?" Lavi peeked inside too, his voice a low hum. He got another silent hit in reply before the man took his head out of the entrance. Bookman was wearing a dark face, making Lavi confused as to what made the invincible archeologist worried.

"Truthfully, I too do not know," The Panda confessed. Lavi was taken by surprise. This here was the infamous ancient archeologist that knows the endless secrets and hidden facts of long-forgotten history. To say that he did not have any knowledge whatsoever about this Egyptian Prince, Lavi was aghast.

"Y-You're not serious, right grandpa? There's absolutely no history about him? At all?"

"I need to look further into this matter beforehand. These abodes bad feelings, Lavi. Take caution while you investigate him," Advised Bookman. With a curt nod, Lavi left Bookman to mused some more about this mysterious matter. No history at all about Allen? That's impossible! There's gotta be something somewhere. It can't be that there was no history about him... Or is it that his history wasn't meant to be found? If so, why is it hiding? So many questions tumbled inside Lavi's intelligent mind.

Quietly sitting next to the slumbering prince, Lavi could detect a small smile on his sleeping face. The white hair threatens to cover the perfectly angelic face. Lavi was capturing this serene look in his head, keeping it for further reference. And memory. It would seem that this picture was also in his blurry memory blanks, but he has yet to know how it got there.

Smoothing the silky white hair put off the face, Lavi tucked the wild strand behind his ear, caressing his cheek along the way. His heart yearned for more contact, but Lavi was contended on just sitting beside him and touching his cute cheek. Allen cringed his eyebrows in his sleep as he rubbed against Lavi's palm, feeling the small warmth coming from it.

"..Rabi," Allen whispered dreamily. After a while, Lavi heaved a sigh and letting his hand linger a bit more before releasing the sleeping child's face, he roamed the surroundings. Lavi was deep in his thoughts, and now his heart was also in the complex equation.

The airplane roared slowly before touching down. Allen gasped as he could finally breathe again. When Lavi told him that they were going by airplane, Allen was thinking on the terms a plain transportation that floats on air. He was half-right. This so-called 'airplane' was humongous! It was even bigger than the pyramids! He was as afraid to go inside the 'airplane' as he was scared before entering the tomb. He remembered Lavi's smiling face when he offered his hand towards his shaking self.

"Do you trust me, Allen?" There was that face again, Allen thought. That face he couldn't bear denying. He hated the fact that that face worked on him before by Rabi, and it seems that Lavi took that torturous trait up too. It makes him wonder just how much Lavi had in common with Rabi...

Throughout the journey, Allen was as curious as a newborn baby. He gasped as he found that they were floating on air, making him wonder just how this gigantic heavy bird came to even leave the ground. What part of sorcery is this? They were so high up the sky, Allen wonders if he could see Nut, the Goddess of the sky herself! Brr... And the air! Allen had never felt such coldness before, and it was strange because when the moment came for him to go off board, the heat came slapping him on the face with a vengeance. He just had to ask Lavi later about this era's wonderful magic. True, his magic was behind time, but it was not without power, Allen thought proudly of his heritage.

Lavi smiled to himself as he saw Allen's eyes practically falling off when they came to his private limousine. Allen had been so wary and curious of his new surroundings at the same time, he didn't realize that his hand was holding onto his for companionship. Lavi allowed that little instinct to seep through as he brought Allen by the hand closer to his opened vehicle.

"Lavi, where's the carriage and horses? What's this contraption now?"

"It's called a car, Allen. Like the carriage you used before, this moves to take us from place to place," Lavi answered patiently, like a parent to a child. Allen had been asking so many questions ever since they left the airport; Lavi was beginning to wonder just what kind of technology they had in their time... If they had any! As far as he knows, Ancient Egypt wasn't known for its technology. It was famous due to its advance intelligence in the field of medicine. Heck, who else but the Egyptians can think of a way to wrap a real person with only cloths, stuff him in a sarcophagus, dump him in a sealed tomb and can still survive after a century or two!

The ride home was pleasurable, to say the least. Allen couldn't sit still for a minute, always edging to the side of the car to look outside the see-through mirror. Which Allen thought was ingenious to put mirrors on the windows as protection. Why had he not thought about this before?! It could've saved a lot of pesticide problems back in his home! Lavi admired the twinkling eyes of the excited prince, who was enjoying the new views he had never laid eyes before. Allen wanted to learn more of those giant metallic buildings that seem to radiate the sun's light, and those really weird colorful lights that made even large transportations stop to allow the flow of people cross the road. And what is this 'handphone' in which they speak of? All I can see is a small thingamabob that you hold near your ear and you can talk to yourself. Why not just talk normally to others, instead of yourself and that weird device that does absolutely nothing. Allen just could not understand this new and difficult time.

Lavi was amused at Allen's complaints about today people's 'strange' behavior. Never had he thought he'd be the one explaining to the child who is also not a child about the difference between a ladies toilet and the men's. He mused on this little assumption that's been bugging him for a while now.

"Allen, out of curiosity, how old are you?" Lavi attracted the restless prince's attention. Allen counted with his fingers at first, earning a slight chuckle from Lavi. Then he calculated mentally as he tried to remember what Julius Caesar had taught him to do when it came to the basic Mathematics. 2 Wests is equivalent to this year, put the 4 top and 3 bottoms….

"I'd be… 417 years old this year, if I'm not mistaken," Concluded Allen with a triumphant smile on his face, glad that he could finally count properly in his head. Oh, would Julius Caesar be so pleased with my great achievement! He was so stressful when he was teaching me; he grew all those terrible white hairs! Lavi sweat-dropped. 417 years old… Allen would be his great great great grandfather! He shivered at that thought. Yes, a child who is definitely not a child!

When they had arrived at his mansion, Allen once again reverted back into his 'lost child' moments. His eyes gazed longingly at the wide passionate green garden, on the different assortments of wild flower bushes growing furiously around the gate that hung around the 3-storey building. Allen was shock with wonder and awe at this new thing. It was not as large as his own palace, but it was as magnificent as that one was! Lavi led the way, followed closely behind trotted the gazing prince.

"Welcome home, Master Lavi," Greeted a friendly tall man at the opened door. The man had short black hair with a long stride of white hair cutting through the middle and his face spoke of kindness and gentleness, contrary to his sharp-looking eyes. Allen felt almost comfortable around him, this man reminded him of his own personal servant back when he had stayed at the palace. The man took his attention to him now, and Allen felt himself being investigated by those eyes alone.

"And who might this young boy be, Master Lavi?" Enquired the butler. Lavi gave him his coat and signaled to Allen to do the same before answering his man-servant, also one of his most trusted friends.

"I told you the 112th time to drop the 'master' honorifics already! Makes me feel as old as Panda himself… This is Prince Allenthor-Su, Krory. He'll be staying here with me for a while. Please make sure he's comfortable here," Answered Lavi, waving a hand to Allen's direction.

"H-Hullo Krory. Pleased to meet you," Smiled Allen warmly. Krory returned the smile with a warm one of his own. They shook hands and Allen felt the security coming from the bearer. If there was someone he could trust to guard him for life, it would be Krory.

"Excuse us, Krory. I've gotta show your new short master his room now," Lavi said.

"I AM NOT SHORT, BAKA!" Lavi got hit by the head by the angry prince, but laughed it off. Leading the way, Krory fell into step with his master. When Allen was out of earshot, Krory pulled him aside.

"Who is this boy, Master Lavi? Isn't he too young for you?"

"Gah, Krory, ssh! He might hear you… And no! He's not just some one-nighters I usually bring home," Lavi quickly denied. Krory hitched an eyebrow up, disbelieving his Casanova of a master's words. He had plenty of time watched his master bring women and men back home and the next morning they would leave with a fuming trail of anger behind. He was so used to the same routine all his 17 years that he had given his service to the young rash master that all these one-nighter' visits were all but a blur to him. But this boy was something else, different from all the others. As soon as he shook hands with him, Krory knew this boy was going to bring a drastic change in his master's wild life. He just didn't know whether that certain change would be for the good, or for the worse…

"He's a friend, Krory. Believe that," Lavi assured his guard. The sincerity in his eyes was a surprise to Krory. He never saw Lavi holding such connection to anyone before, and looking at how deep that connection was, Krory backed off. Maybe the change was good after all…

Allen was bored. He was tired of looking at his bed, which by Amun, was the softest bed he ever slept on! What kind of bird feathers did they stuff in their pillows that made them sink down and yet give them the most comfortable position below his head? But now he was bored and restless. Snaking out like he used to in the early days, Allen crept slowly down the winding stairs. Looking around, Allen fascinated himself with all the new technology and how baffling they came to life at the switch of a 'button', as Lavi called it. Before he knew it, he came across the source of the most delicious smell he ever smelt: The kitchen.

"Gah, who are you?!" Screamed the cook, his hands waving around in the air at the sudden approach of the curious young boy.

"Hullo, my name's Allen, nice to meet you. I'm Lavi's friend," Greeted Allen, looking at the food that the cook had just concocted. The cook let his defenses fall as he saw Allen getting a taste of his special recipe.

"Huh, this tastes great! Reminds me of the food I used to eat back home,"

"Why, thank you for the compliment, Allen. Where does a cutey boy like you came from?"

"Egypt," Answered Allen with a satisfied smile. The cook eyes immediately brighten. Egypt! He had so wanted to try those recipes from that area but he couldn't find any cookbooks at all! The cook insisted that Allen give him some new ways to cook, and Allen laughed. He was glad that someone here had taken a liking of his homeland, so he agreed. Together, the two tackled the kitchen zealously.

Lavi was busy searching for Allen when he heard laughter coming from the kitchen. What he saw didn't surprise him the least. He saw Allen having a flour fight with Jeryy, the floors and walls around them puffing with the whiteness and dust. There were footprints and handprints everywhere, showing Lavi where had the two gone wild with the flour war. He laughed when he saw Allen got hit by a handful of flour, making his already white hair turn whiter and his face a picture of snowy white. The huffs of flour made Allen sneezed, causing the flour from his face to spread to his black shirt. The spots of white adding flair into the clothing. At the sound of Lavi's laughter, the two flour opponents stopped their attacks and their face flushed red, contrasting with the whiteness on their bleached faces. Clearing his throat and acting cool, Jeryy apologized and made to clean their mess. Allen chipped in too, feeling the guilt too. When they were done, Jeryy stood by the side with his observing master while they watched as Allen tried to replicate the dish he was dying to try out.

"You do know it's rude to stare at people, right Lavi?~~" Sang Jeryy, making sure Allen didn't hear him. Lavi gulped as he was caught and swallowed his denial.

"Allen's a great kid, Lavi," Said Jeryy, almost kindly. Lavi nodded his agreement, not trusting his voice at the moment, "I hope he's not just one of your other experiments, Lavi. I do hope you know what you're getting yourself into," Lavi found himself hoping for the same thing too.

Nightfall came as the Ra, the Sun God, bowed to its feet. Stars came a-dancing out in the painted black wings of the sky, as the sleepy atmosphere descends slowly upon the people down below. As everyone fall to their deep slumber they deserve, the young prince of Egypt stayed awake. He could not sleep a wink, turning to and fro on the bed. He wasn't tried at all, being him a night person instead of the day. Every night, when people go to bed, he would stay wide up and his body reacting vigilantly. The night sky brought the nocturnal side of him like no other person in the world, and Allen knew why.

….Allen…..

Softly the lingering voice that made Allen's restless spirit fall easily back came ringing quietly into his bedroom. Allen got up straightaway, his mind already on the edge for not seeing Him for so long. Too long… Without a sound, Allen opened the doors to his balcony and watched the deep black sky for the first time. He heard the glittering stars crying out his name with joy as they saw their loved one looking up on them. He saw the gloomy sky brighten up when the one He seeks was there for Him to see right now. He felt the warm yet cold breeze licking his face, the comfort taken from it made Allen's heart jump with happiness at the familiarity of all these things. They belong to him just as much as they belong to Him. The One he was looking forward to seeing again after centuries of deep slumber.

Meanwhile, Lavi was awakening by a bright light, coming from Allen's room. Sneakily, he got up and strode towards the source of the light and peeked into the bedroom. And his heart lurched before stopping his heartbeat.

There, in front of Allen stood the proudest, most royal man he had ever seen. He wore a Shendyt similar to Allen's own, but his was in a whole different level; Glowing in the dark, the piece of royal clothing shine like the stars in heaven even though it was painted as black as the night sky. His muscular arms were shackled with red bands while holding strong a thin staff tied with the key of life symbol Ankh around it. Falling gracefully around his neck was the necklace of Menat belonging to the Goddess Hathor of joy and motherhood. Lavi couldn't believe his eyes when his mind reeled over the fact that an Egyptian God was in Allen's room. He only knew one God who holds the power of the Menat necklace and that was Her glorious son. His soul was screaming the exact same thing: It was the God Khonsu, the great Moon God. What is He doing here?!

Allen's heart leaped a thousand times higher like it never been before. After so many moons and Wests, he was finally able to see Him again. Those same loving eyes that told him of infinite wisdom and immortality, molded up perfectly with the power He had under his fingertips. The God spread his arms wide open, wanting to embrace the young child back into His arms again like He did before, wearing the most serene smile that Lavi has ever seen. Allen felt His pride and love flowing through him again, rejuvenating him to life as he saw the God's eyes portraying his own; both of them has been devoid of each other's presence for far too long. Then His voice spoke in volumes, neither here nor there. It was the voice of a God, in the flesh and blood.

"Welcome back, My Precious Son,"

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