Chapter 1:

Arisa the ice queen

Time; it's strange isn't it, how we go through our lives and never even take notice of how fast our lives pass us by or how millions of people die each minute of every day, or even the fact that ancient times were not that long ago if you truly think about it and the people that lived back then were like us; selfish, arrogant, and vile. And then eventually as time continues on civilizations fall to ruin, races are wiped out, mysteries are created, and we look to archeologists to answer these questions. I often think that our civilization and our creations will end up like that one day; we will be gone and time will take hold on the things we spent millennia to try and build and develop. Maybe that's the fate of all beings; to live out their lives and then be forgotten by time with only the things that we accomplished left behind as the only trace that we were actually real and existed. Sometimes I think I'm the only person in the world that truly thinks this way; mostly because of my abilities and what I have seen within my head. Perhaps it's for the-

"Miss. Carter!" Arisa's pen stopped in the middle of her sentence at the words of her teacher from the front of the class. Her icy blue orbs moved from the paper of her journal to the large, heavy set, man that stood at the front of the classroom; his beady little eyes poking out from the rolls of fat that consisted of his face as the looked at the young teenager with irritation. "Well it seems that you've finally decided to bless me with your attention. Now if you would kindly put whatever you're working on away and pay attention to my lesson it would be very appreciated."

Arisa said nothing as she continued to glare ice at the pudgy man that had tried to make a fool of her. With the intensity of her eyes focused solely on him the man tried to suppress a visible shiver that ran up his spine, but failed in his attempts causing a small smirk to form on Arisa's fair face. Not wanting to have the man to come over and try to take her journal away, she finished her sentence and then placed the purple book back into her messenger's bag.

The Teacher released a sigh of relief and returned to his lecture. "Now today I have some new information for you all," the fat man stated. "As many of you know Arisa's parents are helping with an excavation of site in Egypt at the moment." The man returned to look at the white haired outcast for a moment, her gaze shifted from their downcast position to glare right into his own beady little eyes, causing another shiver to crawl up his spine. Turning away from her he continued. "This site is believed to be the tomb of the legendary Pharaoh from legend, Kai."

The class looked at the teacher with uncaring and bored expressions, all but Arisa who had returned her gaze to the top of her desk. She had already heard of this information from her parents in their recent letter, which arrived about a week ago, and it would be meaningless to state that she didn't even bother listening to the pudgy insect that called himself a teacher.

The reason Arisa held so much distain towards the educator was because of what she had seen him do. Well she didn't physically see it, as in she was there when it took place, but she saw it before it had even happened. You see Arisa is a person with a very special gift; one tat she believes is more along the lines of a curse than a gift. She can see the past, present, and future by just concentrating on what she wants to see, or by holding a person, or object, in some way and focusing on them. Sometimes the visions come on their own, which causes the 16 year old to have a slight migraine, which was the case with the teacher at the front of the class. After seeing the things that he's done Arisa felt nothing but hate and disgust towards him.

"Now there is an interesting story behind Pharaoh Kai," the teacher stated. "One that has been known for its romance…" this gained the attention of the girls in the class, all but Arisa who was half listening and half falling asleep at her desk. "…And for its action." This gained the attention of the guys in the class.

"Back in the times when Egypt was still split into its lower and upper kingdoms there was a time of peace under Kai's father, Taira. Taira was known for his compassion towards his people and the undying love that he showed his queen, something that was very strange considering that marriage in the Egyptian time period was mostly for political purposes only and didn't involve love in any form.

"Kai was the second oldest son of Anakmonra and his queen Amisi, the oldest being his brother prince Akko. Unlike his father Kai was not known for his kindness but for his cruelty towards the people, selfishness, and uncaring demeanor. He was everything that made up a spoiled prince and more. The way he acted caused his mother and father to worry if their son would be the best choice as Pharaoh and if he would ever change his selfish and spoiled ways.

"One day, while celebrating the return of Akko from a four month military campaign, A bright white light illuminated the celebration hall of the palace and when it dimed a teenage girl with long white hair, extremely fair skin, and icy blue eyes, was standing in the middle of the room…" Everyone in the class turned around to look at Arisa, who was now looking at the teacher with an emotionless gaze that signaled she was listening intently now. "When the girl looked around she was overcome with shock that she collapsed where she stood and was taken to a room by Kai and a number of his guards.

"She woke up the next day and was summoned to go see the pharaoh. When asked who she was she replied by saying she was the goddess of fate of Egypt and that she could see-" The teacher was cut off by the bell ringing. "We'll finish the story tomorrow class. I'll see you all later."

The class filled with students said nothing to the man as they all began to leave the classroom and towards their lockers to collect their things before they left the school and went home. The pudgy teacher walked over to Where Arisa stood putting her things away and began to whisper in her ear.

"I find it very interesting that you look so much like the Goddess from the story," he whispered to her, twirling a lock of her white hair around one of his fingers.

Arisa stood there, the vision she had of the man raping the bound and gagged student in his basement playing over and over again in her mind; rage growing with each second. Unknown to the other people in the school the teacher that was violating Arisa's personal space had kidnapped and raped numerous female students from her school and was keeping them in his basement. He always targeted girls that were outcasts among the rest of the student body and would not be missed if he were to take them; which explained why he was now targeting Arisa.

Unlike the normal outcasts of the school she was not simply shunned because she was different but it was also as if they feared her. Whenever she would focus her icy blue eyes on someone it would cause them to shiver from cold and fear, sometimes she did it intentionally and other times she did it without knowing. She also didn't bother to talk to anyone either which didn't help her status on the social ladder of the school. She was known through the school as the "ice queen" a title that was given to her because of her icy gaze and her white hair and fair skin.

She slapped the man's hand from her hair and turned towards him, her glare now filled with icy rage that burned brightly like a frozen flame. He took a step back and gazed at her in shock, considering that Arisa had never shown this much emotion towards anyone before.

"Don't you dare touch me you son of a bitch," she seethed between grounded teeth. "
You're lust and desire for the flesh of teenage girls is disgusting and will lead to you becoming the butt buddy of some in prison one day."

She shoved the teacher aside as she walked towards the door way of the classroom. She stopped when her eyes became dilated. She no longer was looking out into the empty hall way of the school but into the dark basement of the man's house, where he laid violating another one of the poor girls he had taken. The door to the basement was broken open, revealing a group police officers with their guns drawn.

Her eyes returned to normal and a smirk formed on her fair features. "In fact, I foresee that part of your future coming true very shortly." She didn't wait for him to respond and left the place that she had come to know as her own personal hell for the longest time, but she was not happy to be returning home either.

When she opened her door she was not surprised to see that her brother Oliver was already sitting on the couch with his friends, the T.V blaring loudly with the an episode of Jackass playing on the screen.

Unlike her Oliver was one of the most popular kids at school, even though he dressed in what is considered the emo style with his died black hair and red ends, gauged ears and lips piercing and studded belt that held his school uniform pants in place. He was an athletic senior, on the football team and the basket ball team, and was kind to everyone at school. Well everyone but her. Just like everyone else at school he avoided his sister like the plague and didn't even bother to give her a ride home from school. When he finally noticed that Arisa had walked in the door he got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen with her.

"So Ari-chi what cha gonna make for dinner tonight," he asked, leaning against the back of a chair and staring at his younger sister with his icy blue eyes that matched Arisa's, although not as bone chilling.

Arisa pulled open the fridge door and looked at the contents within. "Looks like you'll have to go to the store tomorrow after school, the fridge is empty again."

Oliver raised an eyebrow at her. "What the hell makes you think that I'm gonna go?"

Arisa closed the fridge and focused her irritated, icy, glare at her older brother. "Because I went the last when it was your turn in the pouring down rain and when I came home I had the flu for three days straight. You owe me."

Oliver shivered under the force of his younger siblings eyes and nodded. "Fine just stop looking at me. Those eyes of yours are gonna turn me into an ice statue." Doing what her brother asked she focused on the wall behind his head, causing his shoulders to slump in ease. "So since we've got no food how about pizza for dinner?" Arisa continued to look at the wall behind him and nodded. "You mind if the guys stay and eat with us?"

Arisa now looked back at her brother's face. When the two of them were at home together they were close, not as close as she and her twin brother George had been but still close, even when his friends were there and with them. His friends never treated her like an outcast when they were over either. They all got along with her and had fun, but none of them would even give her a second look during school.

With a smirk on her face she rolled her eyes in fake annoyance. "What losers did you bring home today?" she asked.

"Who you callin' a loser Icy!" one of her brother's friends yelled from the living room. She suppressed a chuckle as she walked past them all and went to her room.

Her room was the only place that she felt she could let her walls down and just be alone, without it she truly thought that she would fall apart and go crazy. It wasn't anything magnificent, far from anything that you would see on mtv's cribs, but it was perfect for her. The walls were a calming blue color that made her mood change from irritation, because of school and people, to calm and serenity. There were multiple drawings and paintings on the walls that she had done during her spare time, many of places where they used to live.

Arisa went over to her bed and flopped down with a loud sigh of contentment as she nuzzled her teal pillow. Her attention was diverted from her comfortable position to a picture frame that sat on the table next to her bed. Her eyes locked on it and remained there, frozen on the face of a boy that looked almost identical to her. It was a picture of herself and her twin brother George from two years ago, before he had died.

When she and her two brothers were still living in Japan with her parents when they were sent there to excavate the site of an old temple that was found near Osaka, her brother George had come down with the flu, as he did regularly seeing as he had a weak immune system, and their parents had gone to work at the site during the night and Oliver had gone to a friends house. They had run out of medicine and Arisa had to go out and get some more for her brother, leaving him alone in the apartment because the drug store wasn't the far off. But when she got back the apartment complex was on fire with George still inside. They had never found the body and had assumed the fire had burned him to ash. It happened two years ago when they were both fourteen.

Being twins the two were extremely close to one another, they even had an ultrasound from when her mother was pregnant that shows the two holding hands while in the womb. Arisa was the stronger of the two mentally and physically. Because of the way the two of them looked, with their white hair, fair complexions, and icy blue eyes, they were picked on constantly when they lived in France until they were 10 and then it continued when they moved to Japan where they lived till Arisa turned fifteen. She was George's protector, his caretaker, and his best friend. They spent all of their time together and told each other everything.

Another reason the two were so close was because George also had a secret. He could hear the thoughts of others and see deep within their minds, seeing and experiencing everything they've done or been through and also cause hallucinations to occur if he wanted to. It would bother him so much that he'd lock himself up in his room sometimes refusing to see anyone but Arisa, whose mind was mysteriously blocked off to him.

"But you don't have to worry about that anymore now do you George?" she asked the picture of the smiling boy. "You're probably happy up there in heaven, not having to worry about what you'll hear or if you'd get sick again."

"Hey Ari!" Arisa turned away from the picture and sat up on her bed.

"What Oliver!" she yelled as she got up from her bed and went over to her dresser to find something more comfortable to change into.

"We're going over to Trevor's! I don't know when I'll be back so don't wait up!" he yelled up the stairs.

"Kay, just be careful!" she yelled back to him, removing her uniform and changing into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

"Yes mommy dearest!" he yelled up tauntingly. "There's a whole pizza left over for you if you're hungry. Later!"

There was no other noise coming from down stairs after the boys had left the house and locked the door behind them. Arisa sighed in contentment once more as the silence consumed the house in its comforting wings. No loud boys, no television blaring from the living room so loud she could hear it in her room and no smells of burnt popcorn that they forgot was in the microwave, something they have done on numerous occasions.

Once she was done tying her long white hair up into a large pony tail, revealing the strange ankh looking birthmark on her collar bone, she left her sanctuary and walked down the stairs. Just as she was about to walk into the kitchen to partake in some of the pizza her brother and his friends had kindly left for her, the door bell rang. With a groan knowing her desire to satisfy her growling stomach would have to wait, she walked over to the door and opened it, revealing a large crate blocking her view of the person who'd wrung it.

"Um…?" Arisa muttered with confusion.

A man poked his head from around the side of the crate, his head adorn with a cap that had FedEx's logo and slogan on it. "Are you Arisa Carter?" he asked, his eyes going wide slightly when he took in her appearance.

"Yes that's me," she stated, not paying any mind to the man's surprised expression.

His head disappeared from sight and in its place was an out stretched hand with one of those digital things that you needed to sign for a package. "Sign this please." He stated. Arisa took the thing, signed it, and handed it back to the delivery man who began to bring it in on the dolly. "Where do you want this?" he asked.

"Do you think you could help me get it into the basement?" she asked, walking down the hall to the basement door. The guy nodded and began to help her carry it down the basement, where they left it in the middle of the room.

"Ok well enjoy your…," he trailed off, his gaze fixated on the television that was showing the latest news.

"The middle aged history teacher at one of the town's most well known academy's was keeping multiple girls who have been missing for several months. He was taken into custody by police not long after he arrived home from work," The woman on the news stated before they showed the video of the loathsome teacher was being dragged from his home by police officers.

The guy shook his head. "The sick bastards that are out there, let me tell ya."

Arisa gave an emotionless chuckle and smirked at the screen in malice. "At least you didn't have him as a history teacher."

The guy looked at her with a semi-shocked expression before walking over to the door and leaving, trailing the dolly behind him. When she heard his truck pull away she went into the kitchen, grabbed some pizza and a soda, and went down into the basement to check out what her parents had sent home this time.

On the side of the crate was a sealed envelope that was stapled in place. "Probably a postcard with a quick 'greetings form mom and dad' scrawled on the back." She muttered as she took the card from the crate and began to open it. To her surprise it was a full letter which only came from her parents once a week, or if they were busy, once every three weeks.

Dear Arisa and Oliver,

Things have been going great down here at the dig, we have begun to dig up the tomb and are hoping that the tomb has not been ransacked by grave robbers over the years and that we might find some artifacts that can useful for other generations to learn. During the dig your father and I came across this large mirror that looked as if it hasn't even been touched by time. The heads of the dig agreed to let us keep it, thinking that it was a fake that someone left there as a joke, but we thought that Arisa would find it interesting out of the two of you so we shipped it back home. Also some side information, the dig is lasting a lot longer than we had originally thought so we were thinking about flying you guys out here to live with us after Oliver finishes his senior year.

See you guys soon!

Love mom and dad.

"So they're gonna have us pack everything up again and move to another country huh?" she muttered to herself with a groan. "And to think I was actually starting to enjoy speaking English, now I gotta add Arabic to my arsenal of languages."

With a sigh of irritation Arisa went over to the corner and grabbed a crow. One by one she pried the sides off the crate until they revealed a very exquisite full length mirror. It was like nothing she had ever laid eyes on before in her life. The bright gold looked as if it had been untouched by time with its numerous ancient Egyptian markings engraved into the bright metal as the eye of Horus on the top of the front of it. When she walked around to the back of the mirror her eyes went wide in pure shock. There, on the entire back of the mirror, was a portrait of what looked like herself dressed in the clothes of an Egyptian queen and who looked to be the pharaoh standing beside her.

Shock still filling her body she walked over to the front of the mirror and looked into the reflective glass. She was overcome by shock once more by what greeted her. There, looking back at her was the image of herself as the woman from the portrait on the back.

"What the hell kind of joke is this?" she muttered, swallowing the lump in her throat and glaring at her reflection, who looked back at her with a calm expression; a complete contrast to the expression she knew she wore on her face. "Is this some type of fun house mirror that my parents sent as some sort of joke?"

"Why do you doubt your senses Arisa?" The reflection stated calmly.

Arisa took a step back and continued to glare at the reflection. "Who the hell are you?"

The reflected Arisa sighed and moved her index finger back and forth at the confused, and growing extremely irritated, Arisa. "Such language is not appropriate for a young woman."

"Like I give two shits," Arisa snapped at the reflected woman. "Answer my question."

The woman allowed her hand to fall, gracefully, back to her side as she trained her white irises on Arisa. "I am a goddess of fate. The Egyptian goddess of fate to be more precise; each culture as their own and I am the one appointed to the Egyptians. You may call me Hemsut."

Arisa's brow creased at the woman who was now known as Hemsut. "Ok Hemsut," Arisa hissed between her clenched teeth. "What brings a goddess of fate to a small town in Pennsylvania? You're a long ways off from you're home land aren't you?"

Hemsut's gaze gardened at Arisa's mocking tone. "Arisa this is not something to be mocking."

"Well then why don't you elaborate on this situation for me so that I may truly comprehend it and you can continue on your merry way?" Arisa asked, her tone still mocking and her eyes retaining a sheet of irritated ice.

Hemsut, gaze still hardened and trying to retain her Devine heir and poise, locked her gaze with Arisa's. For the first time in centuries the goddess felt a strong chill go up her spine and freeze the marrow in her bones. "Very well; you are needed Arisa Carter." She stated.

"And why am I needed Hemsut?" Arisa asked, the ice not melting from her gaze or her voice.

"The kingdom of Upper Egypt is in drastic need of your guidance. Lower Egypt has become more daring and is threatening the balance and changing my plan for the two kingdoms. It is your job, as my reincarnation here on Earth, to restore the balance and guide the future pharaoh of Lower Egypt to the path of justice, kindness, and peace."

Arisa raised one of her fair eyebrows at the woman reflected to her. "I'm your reincarnation?" Hemsut nodded. "I want proof."

Hemsut allowed a humorless chuckle escape her throat. "How do you explain your visions and odd appearance? An appearance that is almost identical to my own. The reason why you are able to see me in this mirror, and communicate with me, is because a part of my soul resides within in you and is connecting with the rest of me, revealing your true self in this mirror."

"So you're a part of me is what you're saying?" Arisa stated, crossing her arms over her chest. Hemsut nodded. "I don't believe a word of this."

"I know everything you've ever felt, Arisa." Hemsut stated. "The envy you feel when you see groups of friends talking and having fun with one another in the halls of your school, the longing you feel when you see a loving family on television or at an amusement park, the parents fussing and doting on their sons and daughters…,"

"Shut up," Arisa stated. Hemsut continued.

"The irritation you feel when Oliver ignores you during school, his own flesh and blood, for the sake of his image; the fear you feel when you're all alone in the dark of night with no one to come to your side and comfort you; the quilt and self loathing you feel when you look at George's picture on your night stand-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Arisa screamed. Hemsut expected this sort of reaction, but the glare of bright, icy blue flames in Arisa's eyes. "The only thing you've accomplished by spluttering all that bull shit is royally piss me off. I don't care what happens or where I'm needed I'm not going anywhere that involves a psycho goddess, or demon would be more fitting, like you!" Arisa turned away from the mirror and began to go back up the stairs, silent tears streaming down her light cheeks. "Find someone else to solve your problems. As far as I'm concerned you and Egypt can go to hell."

With that she slammed the door, leaving the goddess within the mirror trapped in the darkness of the basement.