Unfinished Gems

Sands of Time - 6

If it wasn't for the fact she had to live for her son, and the unborn child inside her, Avatre might have sunk into a deep depression over the loss of Atem. Or the 'Nameless Pharoah' as he was now being called.

There was only one thing keeping her going...namely the fact that Isis mentioned a prophecy implying that someone would be born in the centuries to come that would be able to solve the Millennium Puzzle, thus reawakening Shadow Magic into the world and consequently freeing the Pharoah's soul.

From what little Isis could find out, the Pharaoh would be reincarnated into the far off future, and his 'lighter' half would be the one to solve the puzzle. It all sounded like an odd case of possession to her, but Avatre took hope that her husband wasn't technically dead yet.

The problem was that Avatre had no idea how she was supposed to see him again.

When it came time for her second child to be born, it was far more painful than the first time. Mostly because Atem would never be able to hold his newborn son, who shared their red hair and Avatre's green eyes. The physical pain she could live with...the agony of knowing her son would never meet his father was far worse.

Avatre would spend the next seventy years raising her sons, ensuring they grew up to be good men and that the legacy of her husband lived on. She had several grandchildren, and her eldest became part of the tomb keepers because he vaguely remembered his father. Her second son would become the first true leader of the group her loyal men had created...he would call them 'Medjai', and set rules that they would follow long after his passing.

The first and foremost to do everything in their power to avert evil like the demon that his father had given his life to seal up, even at the cost of losing his life and being trapped in the Items for an undetermined amount of time.

Avatre felt that she had lived her life well. Her extended family gathered around her, weeping for the end of their beloved matriarch.

As she took her last breath, flames erupted around her.

Avatre found herself in a strange place that felt sacred, in a body she had long since forgotten. She looked down at her fifteen year old body in confusion, wondering why she looked like this instead of her actual age.

"Hail and well met, Queen of Egypt."

Avatre looked up to find...the Winged Dragon of Ra, Slifer the Sky Dragon, and Obelisk the Tormentor nearby. Her confusion only doubled, as these 'creatures' were fragments of the true gods that Atem had been able to summon...but only at great cost to himself.

"Hail and well met, oh Gods of Egypt," she replied politely and respectfully. "What may I ask is the reason for this appearance?"

"We offer you a choice. You may pass on and wait for the Nameless One in the afterlife...or..." began Ra.

"Or?"

"Or you may pass the years among the living, as an immortal. However, this will require a sacrifice in return," said Osiris bluntly. "You will age like a mortal, but upon your death will return to this form and begin the cycle anew."

To be honest, the deal was highly appealing. However, there was one thing that remained on her mind.

The fact that she still had unfinished business in her original timeline.

She could care less about the immortality. She wanted to see him again. Besides, she still had a score to settle with Riddle.

"I would rather wait an eternity to see him again, than to pass on quietly," she said firmly.