Author's Notes: Hey everyone! I really need to edit this chapter but I could NOT wait to post it. I swear I will edit it by tomorrow. PROMISE. But here you go, only two chapters left!

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Akefia couldn't comprehend how long he had been in the confinement cell for, only that the passing of time only brought hunger and fatigue to his body as he waited patiently for the door to swing open at any moment. What truly signified his state of deliriousness was the voice that began to speak to him from somewhere inside the cell. Although it was pitch black, Akefia couldn't help but scan the area for any trace of where the voice grumbled from.

"Akefia, you have failed her,"

"Leave me,"

"You can not see what a pathetic existence you have led so far? You have failed the only person you have ever cared for, and she lies believing you can still save her,"

"I said leave me!"

"Don't get angry with me, it is the Pharaoh who had done all this to you, Akefia. Don't you understand? It has always been the Pharaoh, he is the one you should be devoting all of your anger towards. He raped your woman, Akefia. He ordered her to be tortured. His father before him ordered the destruction of your village, he killed your family-"

"STOP IT!" Akefia screamed, his voice rasp and burning in his throat. He clutched at his head, feeling sick as his body shook in fury.

"Remember Akefia, it is not I..it is the Pharaoh.."

Akefia rubbed his eyes, not realizing that they were wet with his tears.

"Who are you?"

"Ah, very good. I've always been..with you..in a way. That night that you watched your family get sacrificed in front of you…I was there. Gnawing away at the pain that you felt that fateful night…How it changed you, Akefia. You always had me with you since then…"

"Are you a spirit?" Akefia finally spoke after a few moments had passed in silence.

"In a way…"

"Tell me, do you know where she is?"

Akefia waited a few moments in silence, hoping that the voice would tell him that Amunet was close by. When a great while had passed him, Akefia hit the back of his head into the stone wall he sat against in frustration.

"Amunet…" he whispered her name as he closed his eyes and felt a wave of pain roll through him at the thought of what the voice had told him.

…

Amunet sat slumped in the corner of her cell, the walls being the only thing propping her up as she slowly regained consciousness. Although her vision was blurry, the torches lighting the hall leading to her cell gave her enough light to see in front of her. Instinctively, her hands moved to stomach, although she barely had the energy to accomplish such a small task. As her hands met the cloth over her stomach her eyes widened before she dropped her head to look down. What she saw caused her to wretch as she realized that her once large belly was flattened, as if she had never carried anything at all.

No…Please… she whimpered to no one. As she cried she looked to her legs and saw the pool of blood that formed around her. Hardly having any conception of time or how long she had been out, Amunet felt a surge of nausea and pain unlike anything before as she cried for Akefia and the precious gift that they had now lost. As tears rolled down h er bruised cheeks, the events of what had happened in the cell came back to her in brief sputters.

Ropes were conjured out of nothing and manipulated Amunet into the air and upside down. As she screamed in agony, she felt Aknadin's hands smooth down her body.

"Stay still wench," Aknadin spoke as he grabbed her legs and pried them apart.

Amunet continued to cry, although she could barely conjure up any more energy to do so when she suddenly heard the door down the hall open once more.

Not caring what they could possibly do to her now, Amunet rolled her head in the direction of the footsteps and was surprised at what she saw, though her countenance had not changed at all.

As the door unlocked, Amunet remained emotionless and still, despite her pained face giving the visitor everything that they needed to know.

"Forgive me," the woman said, taking a tentative step towards Amunet, each of her hands holding something.

Amunet took in her appearance, eyeing her necklace suspiciously and noting that she must be one of the guardians of the Millennium Items. She remained still, not able to speak even if she wanted to, the burning in her throat from so much time without any water or food, only to wake up to find that she had lost the only item entrusted onto her. The woman took slow, cautious steps towards Amunet, who could not move a muscle even if she wanted to. As the woman kneeled before her, she set something down. Eyes meeting on the same level, she held a bowl to Amunet's parched lips and tipped it slightly. Her eyes widened as she felt the sensation of water at her mouth, and closed her eyes in gratefulness. The first sip only produced Amunet to cough loudly, the sensation causing her sore body to clench and pulse with more pain. After a few moments of attempting to hydrate the young woman in front of her, the guardian of the Millennium Necklace broke off the piece of bread she had set down, feeding it to her carefully.

"Please forgive us, the Gods won't be merciful in their judgments on the actions committed against you," the woman said, her dark brown eyes reflecting a portion of the pain Amunet demonstrated in her own grey orbs. Amunet rolled her head away from the woman, and by doing so, rejecting the current offer of bread to her mouth.

She swallowed before finally opening her lips to speak,

"Akefia," she said in a rasped whisper.

The name rolled out of her mouth in bittersweet agony and yet she was compelled to say it again.

"Akefia," she repeated, this time a little louder.

The woman clenched her fists and tears fell from her face as she heard Amunet's cry for the thief. Unable to stand the guilt that consumed her, the guardian rose from the corner of the cell and moved to the door. Just as she turned the lock behind her, she heard Amunet mumble something incoherently. The woman stopped and turned back to the cell, grabbing a bar of the door as Amunet met her gaze. Suddenly Amunet reached out, gesturing to the woman with the bowl clutched in her hand.

"They'll know you were here," she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, her words slow and hoarse as she continued to hold the bowl out towards the woman on the other side of the bars.

The woman with the necklace nodded in understanding before opening the door once more and going to Amunet. She took the bowl gently from the girl still slumped in the corner, as Amunet's fingers glided out past the bowl and gripped her wrist quite roughly. The guardian gasped in pain as Amunet pulled her down. Her eyes dull but piercing as Amunet spoke again,

"Where is it?"

The guardian averted her gaze at the question. After a few seconds had passed between them, Amunet's hand fell to the ground, releasing the woman from her grip and allowing her to slink back towards the door.

…

Akefia had not heard the voice since he had asked his last question.

"Where is she?" he repeated to himself, his voice weak and straining with emotion.

Hoping that the more he repeated the question, the more he'd coax the voice back out and consequently, the answer. As he silently willed Amunet safety, even if it be at his own expense, he slowly faded into the darkness around him. As his eyes shut, his memory brought him back to the oasis with Amunet.

"What do you want from me?"

"To agree to serve me,"

"You must claim me first,"

"Offer yourself to me,"

"Claim me, Master,"

"You are mine Amunet, no one else shall ever touch you, in this life or the next,"

"Yes, my King,"

Akefia's lips twitched into a smile that lasted barely a second before it faded with him as he lost consciousness.