It's going to be a short chap since the last one was really long. Plus if you have stayed with me thank you so much. I promise you it is going to get good.

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Her eyes opened to nothing but darkness. She had been here before. She is always here before her memories of the past show them selves to her.

But this time it felt different. This time it felt like dread. 'Do I dread this memory?' Thinking to herself.

Talk is useless in this world, your voice dose not work in this world.

Pain, pain everywhere suddenly shot throughout her body. If she could she would scream in pain.

Grabbing sides, her eyes widened. She felt goo like substance, lifting up her hands to look at them, she saw blood.

'Why, why, why is this happening to me? Why I'm I covered in blood?'

Looking down she noticed that she was warring her old Egyptian clothes. A top that went a little below her breast it fit tightly on her. A skirt that went to her feet with a gold out lining the black belt, having a sash going down tel mid calf to hid the slit in the middle. She also had a bracelet on her right wrist and a golden duel bracelet on her left. A armlet on the left arm, a necklace so to speak helped hold her top in place. And on her head was the same crown she gave Atem. An eye in the middle and wings coming out.

It indeed was a memory no, a nightmare.

The darkness began to fade away. A stone stellar covered in hieroglyphics lighted by torches, replaced the darkness.

She stood here and there. No, a memory of her stood there and she stood here. Covered in blood, shattered gold pieces clings to her body. Her head ornament was shattered as well, pieces imbedded in her forehead. Her once pure white robes now shredded and mangled covered in blood with no white spot to be seen. A long staff made of gold, one end had what looks like Slifer on it, or what looks like it. It's was hard to tell from this distance.

Behind her past self was a little boy with a few cuts but nothing meager. With a closer look she notices that it was Atem. He looks to be 8 or 9 years old.

In front of all of them was a man. He looked smug and strong. If you could not tell how strong he was by how he looked. You where sorely mistaken, even his ora screamed how strong he was.

Behind him was a stone tablet, nothing like the one, she and the others where carved out of. It held a every dark ora stronger than, the man in front of it. Dark meaning hieroglyphics covered it. A dark smirk came over him.

"I will get that boy. That pure and innocent boy."

"So, the darkness can take over him. No!" The past yelled to the man. She fought hard, very hard. She could tell that she should have died. But, the thought of him, Atem dying was not a well settled thought. The fight continued on for the boys fate.

A bright light suddenly came.