(I felt bad for the sadness of the last chapter and decided to go ahead and post this chapter. Enjoy!)
*Ahkmenrah's p.o.v.*
I heard someone come behind me and figured it was Larry.
"Please just leave me." My voice was rough from crying.
"Do you want her to come back?" I realized the voice was not Larry's. I had never even heard it. I turned and saw a man with a scar on his face. "I could bring her back. Her soul has a lot of remembering to do. We could find it and bring it back."
"Why would you do that? What do you want in return?"
"I need her alive as much as you."
"For what?"
"Doesn't matter. Do you want her back or not?" I nodded. The man smiled and revealed a jewel. I didn't have time to ask what it was before I blacked out.
*Anelra's p.o.v* (Assume all of the conversations from the past are in Egyptian.)
It was strange that no one could see me. I walked around the palace, not trying to hide at all and no one said anything. I had tried to ask where Ahk might be but no one heard me. I didn't exist. I found myself wandering as I pleased. I eventually heard two familiar voices. I knew one was Ahk so I immediately walked toward it. The second voice, I realized, was my own. My younger self, at about age 5, was playing with a younger Ahk in the garden. I sat on the steps and watched us play.
"I see a crocodile coming toward the steps! Quick, Anelra, get behind me so I can protect you!" Ahk was holding a fake shield and sword that he used while in his battle training. I saw my younger self look at the Nile quickly when Ahk said crocodile and then relax when she realized that was part of the game. She stood behind him and held his arm. It was nice to see how things used to be.
"Oh no! Please help me Lord Prince!" She held her backhand to her forehead and had a very fake distress voice.
"Fear not young lady. I shall save you." Ahk pretended to attack a crocodile but really he was just splashing himself and my younger self. When he decided he had killed the fake beast, he walked back with his head high. My younger self called him a hero and hugged him tight.
"Children, time to come back inside for your lesson." Now where had I heard that voice? I turned to see one of my least favorite people. It was Simet, the man who tutored Ahk and I. He always said that the queen was insulting him by making his teach a servant child. Old windbag never stopped rambling about his troubles, which usually consisted of his numerous books were out of order and his bones ached. Not one day did he do any physical work. Unless you count standing over Ahk and I's shoulders as we did our work. I watched my younger self make a face at him when he turned his back, but followed. I followed them back to the room I learned in. "Anelra, another reading test for you today. Prince Ahkmen, you'll be doing some mathematics." He handed me a few sheets full of hieroglyphics and Ahk some pages with problems. He took me to his desk and sent Ahk to a different corner so he was less likely to be distracted by my reading. While listening to myself, I realized it was prayers. Oh how I used to despise those things. Everyday was prayers, until I got to a better level. Then I began reading journals of people from the past. These prayers were for Anubis. I tuned my reading out, bored. I sat there until the lesson ended though because I had nothing else to do.
When they left, they went back to playing but this time as battling lions. They got skins that were actually rugs and wore them. Why was I seeing this? What was so important about this day? I heard someone else coming and turned, the younger versions of Ahk and I did as well.
