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Thursday, August 19, 2004

Big Hint! ^-^

The sudden business of the night had begun to return to silence now.
Isis walked into a room which normally was used for extra sleeping chambers. Marik was sitting next to one of the beds. On the bed was a motionless Angela. Isis looked at her brother. He was obviously worried. "She will be fine brother. You have nothing to worry about," Isis said trying to confromt her brother.
Marik did not break his gaze. "What is happening to her sister?" Marik asked.
"Unfortunetly I am not sure. Why don't you go to bed," Isis suggested
"I'd like to say with her for awhile sister," Marik said.
"Do not stay up long. You need your sleep," Isis walked out of the room. She walked a short way down the hall. A man stopped her. "Yes? What is it?" Isis said.
"I did as you asked but I found no injuries on the woman. I wonder about several things though," the man said in a low tone so many would not hear their conversation.
"What do you mean?" Isis asked.
"Those marks on her left wrist and the scars on her back. I do not remember seeing any of them previsously," the man commented.
"Thank you that is enough," Isis said. She began to walk down the hall back to her room. 'I remember she beared marks on her back. I fear that is why my brother has such affection for her. I do not recall any marks on her wrist. I shall speak with her when she awakenes about this.' Isis thought to herself.
Marik walked around the bed. He looked at Angela. She was lied out on her stomach with her hair to the side. There was a sheet covering her. Marik lightly lifted the sheet and moved it down to her waist. she ws topless because the spell had destoryed it. Marik looked over her back. He could not believe that she was not injuried despit the power of the attack. He ran his fingers on one of the two scars which lined her shoulder blades. They were slightly raised above the rest of the shoulders as any scar woud be but there was something odd. They perfectly mirriored each other. Every bend and curve was identical. Marik's eye was cought by the marks on Angela's wrist. Marik began to look at angela's wrist. He ran his fingers over the marking. They were fimilar to him. after several moments he recongized a few marks. They were of the same language as those on his back. They were to small though. Marik could not make them out enough to translate them. Marik was so consumed by the writing on her wrist he missed the small veins beginning to rise on her back.
The night continued on. Many people were asleep now or wishing they could be. Angela felt something she had not in a long time. Her finger came up to her neck. She felt a cold metal. There was a large collar on her neck but that did not bother her it was the chain which hung from the front and back. The front was only a small chain with few links. The one off the back of her neck hung to the floor. She lloked at her arms to see two more chains hanging from each arm. She looked down to see she was in a white outfit if you could call it that. There was a hanging fabric from her hip which wrapped around to cover her butt. She only had a slight fabric to cover her breasts. She had two more bracers on her ankles with chains as well. She looked around the room. It was made of tan stone slabs and decorated with red fabrics. She was standing next to an opening which was used for a window. Angela felt someone else in the room. She scanned the room to see a screen. There was someone on the other side. Changing clothes as the removed articales from the wall. They seemed to have no trouble with her standing in view as she noticed the person was the opposite gender. She was trying to get some more details by watching their movements when the huge doors to the room opened. Angela turned to see who bragged into the room. "High priest," angela muttered under her breathe. He walked through the large room quickly directly to her. He stood between her and the screen. He was taller than Angela. He was in a blue and gold outfit. Angela began to lower her head. His fingers lightly touched her chin motioning her up. She looked into his blue eyes.
"Once again I'll tell you never to advert your eyes from me so," the high priest said calmly in a soft tone. There was a noise from behind him. The high priest grabbed the chain hanging from Angela's neck. He turned quickly to the person who was behind the screen. The priest bowed his head. "My pharoah," the priest said.
Angela opened her eyes. They quickly turned to slits with a red where there used to be green. "Pharoah," Angela said with a growl.

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