The Hourglass of Lost Souls

Atem sat on his bed; he held his face in his palms, trying not to weep over his loss. At first, when he was told to marry her, he didn’t have any feelings for her, but over the short couple of years that they were given to get used to each other, his heart opened to her. She takes me for a fool, she never cared about me, she only wanted me for the power. I knew it; she’s just like every other woman in this accursed palace, in this God forsaken city.
Even through his bitter words, he still couldn’t kill the fact that he loved her, he tried to fill his mind with lies and foul words, but none of which could smite his love for his beloved Kisara.
“Who am I kidding? I love her. I can only wish for her happiness, but, at the same time, I want her to suffer for leaving, abandoning, me. Please, someone, break this bittersweet spell on me!” He fell to his knees, weak from crying, he sat on the floor, on his knees, holding his sides, trembling as more tears fell to the floor from his violet eyes.
A small knock came at the large golden doors of his room, and without his speak, Shimon pocked his head in and walked over after closing the door behind him.
“My Pharaoh, I heard you yell from outside, and I have been informed that you are distressed about something.” As he sat down beside the young King he got his to lie down on the bed. He placed the King’s head on his lap and stroked his hair, much like his mother used to do when Atem was upset as a young child. “Tell me my child, what upsets you so?”
At first, he could only give out little whimpers or sniffles, but as he pulled himself together, he managed to whisper, but still choking a bit on tears. “Kisa-ra, she says, she lo-oves an-nother.”
Shimon looked at him curiously as Atems’ tears started to soak into his garment. “Did you love her?” Atem couldn’t bear to speak anymore, his heavy sobs hurt his throat so. He could only nod. “Oh, my Pharaoh, everything will be fine, there are plenty of women out there. And I’m sure you will find someone…” He continued to stroke the young boy’s hair as he sobbed.
Without warning, one of the guards busted through the doors. “My Pharaoh, Lord Shimon, it’s Bakura, he has come with many thieves, more than his usual crusade. What shall we do?”
Atem lifted his head and Shimon hopped down on the floor. “My Pharaoh, you shall stay here, I will take care of this.”
Atem lay on his bed, still sobbing, not seeming to care anymore about Bakura, the treasury, or his own life.

Screams and yells filled the air as guards and mages were slaughtered by the bandits and Bakura’s zombies.
At the entrance to the palace, Bakura stood there, as the whole throne room filled with his own men, and the Pharaoh’s. He passed through like nothing, bodies and mangled figures flew in every direction, the horrified female entertainers screamed and huddled together in a corner.
Kisara stood, shaking in fear when from around the corner she saw the red overcoat Bakura often, if not always wore. His eyes gleamed when they came into contact with Kisara’s own blue eyes. She prepared to attack with one of her dragons, but when she blinked, he was gone. She sighed heavily, thinking she was losing it. When she turned to seek refuge in the garden, her face was mere centimeters with his.
From Atems room, one scream rose over the others that made his spring to his feet. “Kisara!” He ran out as quickly as he could to where he heard the scream, but when he got there, no one was there, other than Set who had just turned the corner, also out of breath. “What are you doing here Set?”
Regaining himself, he lifted his head. “I came here when I heard her scream, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be hiding like the coward you are?” Atem glared at him and grunted. “Hn, I came here also when I heard her scream.