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Closer To The Truth

She tightened her backpack straps and took a small step forward, being careful to not fall. (Y/N)'s hand fired up with an energy blast and she threw it down the giant hole, seeing it going on for ages which wasn't good.

Distant clicking was heard, alerting the girl who stepped back and looked around for a way out. She eyed the rocky path across the edge of the wall, not liking that idea knowing she would slip and fall.

"Guess it's time to test this power." She mutters to herself hearing the clicking sounds getting closer. She takes a deep breath, then opening her eyes which had a white flare in them again.

(Y/N) goes to take a running start and leaps across the massive hole, her white energy flying around her to help her across. A small yell escapes her mouth as she just lands on the other side, tripping over and ran into the rocky wall.

She huffed in air, trying to calm herself down from that massive jump. She glances up as rumbling starting happening and dirt started falling from the rocks.

(Y/N)'s heavy breathing suddenly stopped, an eerie feeling overcoming the girl's senses. She went to slowly move her trembling hand away from the little opening, feeling herself being watched from within the darkness.

Though before she could move, two hands grabbed the girl's body and dragged her into the darkness. Leaving (Y/N) to release a terrified scream, kicking the creature in the knee who screeched and shoved her back down where she once was.

She scrambled to her feet seeing the Heka priest about to grab her and once again kicked the things body away from her, grunting. She went to throw a punch, her hand lighting up with energy however the priest's hand grabbed her by her neck, throwing her against the ground, near the edge of the platform.

The (H/C) haired girl got the wind knocked out of her, herself wheezing for air feeling the creature's rough hands choking her. She bares her teeth and goes to push the things head away, for to only remove it's mask.

The Heka priest snarled at (Y/N) and in return she screamed, now dodging the hits the creature was trying to attack her with.

One hand trying to pry off the hand on her neck, she shot her free hand up and froze the creatures hand that was attacking her. White energy wisps coated the priest's arm as (Y/N) held the thing in place.

She grunts in anger and glares at the creature, successfully removing the hand on her neck with a deadly grip, both of hers were now holding back the Heka priest arm's, the energy unknowingly to her travelled through the things body to freeze all its movements.

The Heka priest made a panicked sneerk noise, or so (Y/N) could tell it did. She releases a small shout, throwing her hands over her head. The creature's body followed the movement against its own will and fell down the dark hole, hearing a loud body thud once it reached the bottom.

The (H/C) haired girl made her energy disappear, making no movement to get up anytime time soon as she panted and coughed from the heat of the moment and over using her power. She ran a hand down her face, keeping it there and fought back angry tears.

She gritted her teeth and shakes her head furiously. She goes to stand up shakily, her legs feeling like jelly as her ears perked up hearing someone across the entrance from her. Seeing no other then Arthur Harrow standing there in all his glory.

She takes a small stumble back, not wanting to get into another fight today. Her body already losing most of its energy.

Arthur smiled slightly, "You handled that beautifully."

"Why do all men like you feel it necessary to be just so condescending?" (Y/N) says back in a light voice, trying to even out her breathing.

Distant guns were heard firing, making the girls eyes travelled to where she thinks it was coming from. (Y/N) grumbled under her breath and goes to turn and walk away through the exist.

Arthur then starts speaking ancient egyptian as she was walking away. Though she stopped mid walk hearing the next words he blurted.

"My little moon dust."

(Y/N)'s blood ran cold hearing that nickname, hearing the male continue on talking about someone she doesn't even remember.

"Isn't that what your father used to call you? (F/N) Adel (L/N)." Arthur states as he walked further into the tombs cave, the tense atmosphere rising. "Egypt's most unique archaeologists. He would be very, very proud of you if he knew that you were among the first to confirm for the world what he always believed. Egyptian gods walk among us."

The (H/C) haired girl was now back in the tomb's cave, her gaze strong but eyes watery listening to the older male talk about her father. Her hands scrunched at her sides, wishing to hold Steven's or Marc's hand for comfort right now.

"The scales achieve their judgement by revealing to me moments of sin and pain." Arthur says while holding up his cane then places it back down, looking at the girl over the other side. "And your fiancé.. he is in agony." He meets her harsh gaze, "You even more so, more pain than anyone could bear."

She shakes her head at the claim and avoids eye contact, herself knowing that her pain didn't matter.. all that matter to her was Steven, Marc and Layla's pain. Their life's came first before hers, always.

"And yet, Marc still hasn't told you the truth."

(Y/N)'s head snaps up at this, frowning and glared at the male. "Well, you're obviously dying to." She takes a couple of steps forward, speaking through her teeth, "So why don't you just go ahead? The floor is yours."

Arthur clicks his tongue, taking a seat on the ground and leans one of his arms against his knee, the other leg hanging off the ledge, "I read his and your scales. The scales do not lie." He exhales heavily, preparing to himself. "Your father, Layla's father both were murdered by mercenaries. And no one knows why they were, do they?"

(Y/N)'s mouth went dry understanding what he was implying, "You're saying that Marc was one of them?" She asked dryly.

Arthur just stared at her, his gaze not breaking. "You said it. What do you think?"

Her bottom lip quivers in nervousness, wanting nothing more to understand and remember everything that happened though something - as always, was stopping her.

"Marc remembers everything that happened that day. Everyone who died. Everyone who came back." He emphasized the last words, sounding like there was more to the story which didn't help the girls conflicted state right now. "But one man stands out. A man with a necklace." He gestures to his neck, "Moon details. Handmade. Made by his daughter perhaps."

A single tear slid down (Y/N)'s dirty cheek. Her heart sunk knowing who now had that same necklace hanging around their neck. The signs were all there leading to him. "Are you done?" She snapped in a wavery voice, body now facing Arthur as she trembled.

The older man just looks down at her words then glances back up at the confused, lost girl. "I do hope you find out the truth, the truth about everything." A sincere look crossed his face, making his words sound more real.

(Y/N) blinks back her tears, shaking her head and stormed off towards the exist, trying to ignore how Arthur's words got her, trying to ignore the lingering thoughts about Marc being the reason for her memory loss, for it all. She suddenly flinched hearing the older male yell out to her, once again biting back tears she continued to walk away.

Back with Steven and Layla, who was currently in awe of the statue they found in the sarcophagus, that the group was looking for. The british male stopped his admiring as he heard footsteps approaching. He was going to duck down with Layla, however a goofy smile spread across his lips seeing his favorite girl walking into the tomb's room. Relief instantly flooding his body seeing her unharmed and back with him.

"(Y/N), Look. We won." He showed off the statue with a happy expression, releasing a giddy laugh.  "And the ushabti goes to us." He made his way closer to the girl who was watching him with a blank expression. Layla saw this and frowned, knowing something was up.

"We had to go digging down old Alexander the great's gullet, but we found it." Steven informed her and he finally got a closer look at his best friend. His heart dropping in confusion seeing her blank stare. Never in his entire life has he seen her stare at him so.. lifeless. And it scared him.

"You all right, love?" He asked gently with a concerned frown, hoping that his calm voice would bring her back to him.

But it doesn't. Not the way he wanted it to. "Can he hear me?" She grunts out her question.

"Alexander?" Steven points to the sarcophagus in question. "I don't think so. God, I hope not." He chuckles nervously.

She ignores his joke, "What happened to our fathers?" She grits out through her teeth, gesturing to the silent Layla. "I'm talking to you." (Y/N) was directly in front of Steven, the male cowering at her harsh stare. The girl was acting completely out of character, he knew that.

"What?" He asked in a small voice.

"What happened to my memories Marc!" She finally snapped in a loud voice, slightly shoving her best friends chest to get her point across. And if (Y/N) wasn't so frustrated, so sick of being lied to, she would of sobbed at seeing Steven flinch because of her yell.

(Y/N) continues to look at her best friend with a harsh look. Seeing how his eyes rolled back slightly and then his once frighted face was changed to a neutral expression. She knew Marc was now in front.

"Come on. Let's go, let's go." The curly haired male says quickly and grabs the girls arm who yanks it out of his hold, placing her foot down.

"No, Marc." She growled out angrily and span the male around to face her.

"We need to go right now." Marc says to her in a frantic tone, grabbing ahold the sides of her arms.

(Y/N) pointed a finger at his chest, stepping out of his warm hold. "What happened to my father, my memories?"

"Listen to me." He grabs her elbows gently, ignoring the hatred plastered on her face and pulled her close to his face. "We need to leave right now. I will explain everything, I swear. But we have to go."

She shakes her head as an answer and reaches out to grab the white material of Marc's long jumper, her trembling hands scrunching it up in her knuckles. "Did you kill (F/N) Adel (L/N)?'" She asked, voice breaking staring into his brown eyes.

"Of course not. Of course I didn't." He exclaimed desperately, holding onto her hands that held his jumper.

(Y/N) sallows hard and looks around the room for a moment, thinking. She then removes her hands from his hold once again, that harsh stare being brought back. "But you were there. You were there."

Marc releases a trembling breath, at a lost for words. "I.."

"Yeah, you were there." She quietly says, a small weep leaving her mouth understanding it was true.

"I was there. Yeah, I was there." He admits softly, tears building up in his eyes.

(Y/N) presses her lips in a line, glancing at Layla who had a hand over her mouth, the girl trying to not cry hearing the news. "And how did he die?"

Marc's entire facial expression changes; his eyebrows furrowed, the crease in his forehead appeared, his head tilted sideways then back not wanting to answering her question. A softness took over his eyes, but it wasn't the type of softness to melt her heart. It was a painful softness that destroyed her.

Both their rings on their fourth finger started feeling extra heavy.

"My partner got greedy and he executed everyone at the dig site." He whispered his half lie, not ready to tell her the full truth yet even though it kills him to lie to her.

Tears blind her vision as she turns away from Marc, placing a hand over her mouth.

"I tried to save your fathers, but I couldn't save them. And I.." He chokes up on his words.

(Y/N) turns back around, ignoring the tears running down her face and pointed a finger at Marc's chest. "No. But you brought a killer right to them. Right?" She pushed her finger into his chest slightly, getting closer to the male.

The brown eyed male shaked his head sadly, an anguished expression shown. "Yeah. He shot me too and he shot-" He paused, a strangled noise coming out of his throat, like saying whatever he was going to say physical pained him. "I was supposed to die that night. But I didn't die that night. And I should have."

(Y/N) scrunches her eyes shut at his words, tears wetting her cheeks even more. Another weep escaped her throat as she carefully placed her forehead against the male's sweaty one who almost sobbed from the contact.

"I've tried to tell you, tried to tell you everything." He whispers in a broken voice, watching her with his brown eyes. "But it's better this way. It keeps you safe this way."

She just keeps her eyes closed, lips quivering as her forehead still touched his. And despie how angry, how mixed emotion she was right now - something still gripped her heart feeling Marc's tears fall onto her cheeks.

"I'm sorry." He whimpered softly, reaching down to brush away her salty tears that he caused with this thumb.

She grasped his wrist that was touching her cheek and holds it in her hand. Squeezing gently and then slowly removed herself from his touch once more. Completely missing the heartbroken look Marc watched her with.

He was going to say something else, hoping to clear up the now growing tension between the two. Though rustling came from the entrance (Y/N) walked in from, alerting the three in the tomb's room.

"They're here."

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