Restlessness
/ˈrɛstləsnəs/

noun

1. The inability to rest or relax as a result of anxiety or boredom.

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"...And my friends say I'm losin' my mind, And my parents check in all the time, But it's harder to see you're not mine, With my bloodshot eyes..." - Bloodshot Eyes - Dove Cameron

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Wisdom waits for you to be silent enough to hear.

Her head tilted back in a cascade of loose curls, as she gulped the last remaining mouthful of her now cold coffee. She scowled in distaste as the gritty bitter residue coated her pearlescent teeth and mouth, she threw the now empty paper cup into the nearest bin, rebounding on the edge to land in the almost full bag.

Her exhausted eyes strained, tears brimmed at her waterline from the burn as they skimmed over the crinkled paper repeatedly. Re-reading the hastily printed words before her.

She couldn't believe it.

This was ground breaking news.

Hayden had mentioned to the girls on just how hard it was to obtain well-preserved, uncontaminated and accurate DNA from mummies, due to the bacteria over the centuries and the possible contamination of archaeologists. However, he said that was why they tested the mummies bones and teeth, as those were full of genetic material.

Which is what sat in front of her now.

The test results.

It confirmed that not only was she right about this new mummy, but it was her own theory that was right.

The test results unveiled a familial connection between this mummy and another ancient mummy in the database: Tutankhamun. This discovery allowed them to gain a more in depth knowledge to not only the royal family trees, but, also a little more insight into the way of living in those times.

The percentage was high enough to show that these two had to be of immediate family, and going by the small difference in age it made the most logical sense to indicate that their relations was that as siblings. Which helped to support what they had found in his tomb.

This gave them new information and further theories to prove.

Starting with his tomb. It was small and appeared to have been rushed, if they were going by the finishes, which weren't up to the standard of previous tombs, which implied that his reign was for only a brief moment of time. It appeared they hadn't had enough time to make it as large and elaborate as the past Pharaoh's, Akhenaten's, tomb had been.

Which was a similar case to that of King Tut's. His was even smaller than this Pharaoh's, only just fitting his golden shrines into his burial chamber, which showed it was intended to be larger but they ran out of time.

However, the most promising proof of these two being siblings, was from the death mural they had found on the inner walls of this mummies burial chamber. Which depicted the important opening of the mouth ritual for this Pharaoh, so that he could eat and drink again in the afterlife. It had been performed by their successor, which was painted as the young Boy King, Tutankhamun, matching other inscriptions of him.

Further more, this mummy proven to being blood related to Tutankhamun, connected him to yet another Pharaoh, and indicated that he had to be one of the many sons of Akhenaten.

It was too close to be considered a coincidence.

There were too many strong connections.

This mummy had to be that of Akhenaten's first born; Ahmessekeraten, also known as Ahmesseker.

There was a report that she had read so long ago about the Disgraced King, which in itself was a miracle, considering they had tried to bury him and his reign in history--going by the scripts archaeologists found. Which showed they had gone as far as destroying not only his monuments but his statues after his death.

Although it discussed the many children he fathered, it had only briefly mentioned anything about his first born. More-so it gave them a definitive name. However, the main thing she took away from the report was that his reign was abnormally short, before being succeeded by his younger brother.

Although, she was curious as to why Ahmesseker seemed to have been erased from history. What had caused him to slip through the cracks.

Was it intentional?

Was this young King punished for something his father had done?

Or was he just an unfortunate soul lost to history?

She couldn't help but smile bitterly when she looked down at the scribbled note, he truly was The Forgotten King.

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Her eyes snapped open. An aching burn straining behind her eyes.

Instead of the boisterous scene of court and the delicious scents of fresh food like she was expecting and honestly hoping for. She was greeted with the pregnant silence and blackened void of her lonely bedroom.

She lifted her exhausted head from her drool stained pillow, her head heavy sleep. Through her hazy vision she squinted at her clock, the numbers that read 12:00am glowed back at her. She sluggishly rolled over onto her back with a deep huff, she laid there staring at her darkened ceiling. Her mind raced as she tried to encourage sleep by deep breathing.

An exasperated sigh escaped her parted lips. If she was up now she knew it would be repetitive and she was not looking forward to this night. It had been a while since she'd had a restless sleep, she blamed the coffee. She knew that last cup was going to be a bad idea, and that she would regret drinking it, which in this moment, she did. Even though she knew she needed it to function.

Groaning she folded her pillow over her eyes as she tried to ease the slow throb from beneath her eyelids. Something that had plagued her mind these past couple of days were her dreams. She was curious as to why they seemed to continue on from one another, lately every dream was in that ancient land. She hadn't dreamt of anything else ever since her first dream of the ancient lands.

She didn't know if whether it was a sign that she should listen to or if her subconscious was hyper-focusing on work even while she tried to sleep. What she did know now, was that she was in desperate need of sleep. And she wasn't going to be gifted with it tonight unless she did something about it.

She wasn't proud of herself for keeping an emergency packet, but she hadn't used them for a long time. With her rocky past with sobriety, she learnt that it was okay to take them as long as it was in moderation.

It was a weak battle on whether she should use them or not, she reached a hand out straining to open her bedside table drawer, she pulled out the small white box of Valium. She popped one of the tiny tablets into her palm before placing it in her mouth, swigging back a mouthful of water from her glass she swallowed it in one go.

Laying back down she allowed her body to relax as she closed her eyes, waiting for the blissful pull of sleep.

A/N: Alrighty I decided to split the original chapter 7 in half. Sorry if you had only just read it and now it's been republished - I prefer this version much more than the original and I hope you do too :) Bit of a filler but I wanted to add more to the history side of things for Ahmesseker and expand on Zahra's personality.

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