A/N: Hello Lovely readers! I know I've been away for a long time and I'm so sorry about the wait. Nevertheless I am back with a brand new chapter! Thanks for all of you who followed and Faved! And thanks so much for the reviews, they make me happy! Oh hold on to your seats because this story is going to bring a storm. Enjoy!

Here's the Key once more just in case you forgot:

Word Key:

Okhti: My sister

Akhti: My brother

Akhi: My brother's son (nephew)

Sayyid: Master or Sir

Ammu: Uncle (Father's brother)

Baba: Father (informal)

Bilal: Pronounced Bee-lal

Junade: Pronounced as Joo- naid

Laila: Pronounced as Lie-la

The flooding of the Nile was a yearly process in which the Nile would flood over and leave behind rich soil ready to be used for farming. With that done, the Pharaoh's court came back to life. The palace was now filled with Governors, Supervisors, Scribes and Ladies of the Court.

Each person had their own jobs; the governors were noblemen with their own province to oversee and run. The supervisors would make sure everything from agriculture to soldiers was running smoothly. Scribes would be running back and forth quill in hand to note down everything. The ladies of the court were an individual group made of high ranking ladies from wealthy and respected families; who would spend their days in the palace by doing charity work and discussing politics, learning and teaching the arts, singing, dancing and playing the lute were all important to the Ladies of the court.

Usually, the ladies were run by the queen who was always the most powerful lady in and out of court. But since the passing of her highness the leadership of the ladies was passed over to the one and only priestess Isis. With Shimon the visor back at court everything was up and running again.

A private meeting was called among the guardians. "Welcome my guardians, as you know the time for relaxing is over and so we must resume our duties now that Shimon is back." The Pharaoh said. "Now without delay, Karim you are to take care of agriculture the supervisor and his team will help you, this year the crop will be a plenty and you are to report to Shimon. Shadah you will deal with trading affairs there is no supervisor appointed yet so I leave to choose whoever you see fit. Isis once again you must lead the ladies of the court I give you full control over them.

Seto you are the head of the servants they are all at your disposal, make sure they get their job done. Mahaad you are our court's master magician, you already know your duties but I want you to gather all the magicians of Egypt and keep them under your wing. You must teach them and appoint one to help keep order in each of the provinces in both Upper and Lower Egypt. And you my dear brother are the leader of our army I expect only the best for you." The Pharaoh announced before dismissing everyone.

"Now Mana, what is the first step to disengage a spell?" Mahaad questioned his little student.

"Step? There's no step you just say the words backwards right?" Mana replied lazily.

The master magician slapped his forehead in frustration.

"Slapping your forehead Mahaad?" asked a slim, chestnut haired lady, "I guess, old habits die hard!"

Mahaad stared keenly at the girl, "Laila? It's that really you?"

"No then, it's my ghost coming to haunt you," She said sarcastically.

Mahaad laughed, "It's been so long! What brings you to the palace?"

"Oh nothing really," she said with a wave of her hand, "I bumped into Simon who offered me a position here with the servants."

"Wait how do you two know each other?" Mana interrupted.

"Laila this is my student Mana and Mana this is my childhood friend Laila." Mahaad explained.

"Nice to meet you," Mana said sweetly.

Laila smiled, "The pleasure is all mine."

"Mahaad, where are you taking me?" Laila asked trying to keep up with the magician's pace.

"To Isis," he said simply, "I'm sure she can give you a nice little job with the other ladies. It'll be much better than working with the servants."

Laila smiled and followed him into a grand room designed with lavish furniture and draped with beautiful silk curtains. The young lady couldn't help being stunned by the wonders of the palace.

"Mahaad, what brings you here?" The priestess asked getting up from her place by the fire.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I-"

"Was wondering if I had a place for this young lady?"

"Yes well you see-"

"I'd be happy to have her!" The Egyptian beauty said happily.

Laila beamed, "Really? I can't thank you enough!"

Mahaad laughed as the two bonded, leaving them to return to his student who was probably still trying to disengage a spell.

"Stay still Prince," Seto said as he struggled to hold down the Prince.

"No, no, no!" the Prince objected trying to free himself from the Priest's grasp.

"It's only a few snips it won't take long."

"Never! I told you I don't want to cut my hair!"

"But you have to cut your hair, it's absurd!"

"But I like my hair!"

"Yes well it's not very prince-like to have strangely pointy multi-colored hair!"

"It makes me unique, and princes are unique so there!"

"Really? That's your argument?"

"Did you hear your own?"

"Well then, you have a lot of attitude there Mister."

"That's Prince Mister to you Akhti."

The rod wielder sighed; he was never going to win against the prince, so he decided to take a different approach.

"I'm giving you two choices either you let me cut your hair or I get Aknadin to cut it. Oh look, he's right over there!" Seto pointed to Aknadin as he was walking down the corridor.

The Prince ran and shut the door, "NO! You can do it just don't get Ammu! Just the thought of him holding a pair of scissors over my head gives me the chills."

Seto laughed,

Works every time!

Aknadin stared keenly at the shut door. The sound of laughter had stopped him in his tracks.

The Prince is growing and his attachment to that peasant boy growing with him too. I have to do something about it and fast.

"Still up Mahaad?" Isis asked the tired looking magician.

Mahaad smiled, "Just putting away these last scrolls. What are you doing still up?"

"Just enjoying the fresh night air. It's beautiful don't you think?"

"I perfect night for a stroll I think," Mahaad said offering his arm to Isis who took it graciously.

Laila came sweeping through the corridors and burst through the library doors, "Mahaad-it's your mother come quick!"

The priest shot through the door, Isis began to follow, running after Mahaad when a hand firmly caught her arm pulling her back forcefully.

Isis's head flashed back immediately only to see that Laila was the one who had a hold of her arm.

There was distraught and concern etched on her face but there was just something unsettling in that expression-

"Be careful," the brown haired beauty said solemnly, "You have no idea what you're up against."

Isis smiled and nodded quickly at the words of caution before gently removing Lila's hand and running off into the darkness of the night.

A/N: Ooh I wonder what Isis is up against? And why won't Aknadin just leave Seto and the Prince alone? *Smiles Evilly* Don't forget to review!