Hey all! Okay, well, first I wanna say thanks for the reviews!

Captain Kitty: Thanks for the review! I really appreciate your comments, and I'll keep updating, I promise. I love Egypt too, evident from my TWO stories set there. You should post your story soon, I wanna read it! *gives hug* Thank you! Thank you! *walks off munching on chocolate*

vanessa: *hugs you* I love reviews! Thank you sooooooo much! Er, okay, no more chocolate for me, I guess. Anyway, I'll try to update every week, but that's the key word: TRY.

And to the reviewer Your English teacher should be assamed- For someone who can't even spell ashamed, you're one to talk. AND I already mentioned that I did NOT GET MY IDEA FROM TESSANDRA'S STORY! There is an ACTUAL book about two people who have spells that cause them to spend time in one another's mind! I ADAPTED my idea from that story and my other story about King Tut. They are NOT the same person! And OF COURSE THEY'RE SIMILAR THEY BOTH HAVE KING TUT IN THEM!!!!!! And historically speaking, most girls that age would have a suitor or even a husband. Other than that, I don't see a how you could say this is plagiarism, which was also spelled wrong in your review. The similarities in our stories have to do with historical fact or theories, and not ideas.

Sorry. It just made me mad because of the reviewers tone. If, like another reviewer did, this person had been polite about it I would not have gotten upset. But I've had a bad week and I just got this review and it pissed me off. Please excuse my outburst up there ^.^*

And again, thank you very much all you reviewers who are nice and polite. I like CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, not rude remarks that I feel have no basis. Er, sorry. Okay, anyway, thank you SOOOOOOOOO MUCH for reviewing! I LOVE YOU ALL!

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Chapter 3
by Chione
Tahi! You're going to be late!

I was jolted from my sleep by Tumaini's voice. He's the youngest of my brothers, and older than me by two years. His wife, Anippe, is expecting a child within the month, so he's jumpy, paranoid, and cranky. Not a good combination in my family.

I'm on my way! I shouted, knowing it wouldn't kill anyone for me to be a few minutes late to rehearsal. The banquet's not until later this evening. Which gives me the whole day to get ready.

Or that's what I was planning on. You'd think by now I'd now not to rely on plans. Just as I finished applying kohl to my eyes, the familiar stretching feeling came to me. The view of my room got thin, and I hurried back to my bed, so I wouldn't fall. It wouldn't take my family long to figure out what happened.

Then the world I knew went black, and my eyes opened again to a plain, white board. Ugh. School. It seems that's all Leigh ever does.

Hey, bad timing Tahi. English. We're reading Robert Frost, he's a poet.

Oh, is he any good? I liked learning about future--to me, anyway--writers. Reading their works always provides me with a different view of the world, one you don't get in Egypt. Not that I don't love it, but Egyptians have little desire to learn of the rest of the world.

Yeah. He's real good. One of the greatest poets of his time. I especially like his poem Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening.

Is that it? I saw through her eyes, an open book on the desk. The poem was long, compared to most of the Egyptian poems I've read, and rhymed. I liked it.

I didn't, however, like Leigh's teacher. The class tore apart the poor poem, making it much less magical than it had been at first. I was grateful when the bell rang, meaning we could go to lunch.

I want to go to the library. I was doing research on Egypt, ya know? I wanted to find out about that really hott pharaoh you met the other day. Leigh thought, maneuvering the hallways of her school with ease. There were too many people for my peace of mind.

I don't. It was my policy to know as little as possible about the future of my time. Or whatever. You know that.

Yeah, I know, but this is important. His name's Tutankhamun right? King Tut?

Yes, we've established that.

I think there's something about him you need to see.

What could she possibly think was important enough to skip her next class--because that's what she was doing--to take me to the library? I kept my proverbial mouth shut.

Ah! Here we are. She pulled a large book of the shelf once she examined the spine. Holding it out so her eyes--thus mine--could read the title.

The Murder of Pharaoh Tutankhamun

Oh.

I withdrew into the corner of her mind to think this over. He was going to die. Correction, he was going to be murdered. How? When? Or better yet, WHO?

Soon. How old is he now?

Nineteen.

Yup, soon. The book says right here that he dies before he turns twenty. Leigh pointed to a passage in the book. I didn't want to read it. Okay. I know I shouldn't have been all that upset, I didn't even really know the guy. But the thing is, I did know him, at least somewhat and I enjoyed his presence. He was like any other person, only a god. And it didn't seem very fair that his life would be cut short.

And for what? Political power? Who would kill someone over politics? Who would kill someone at all?

Not someone I ever wanted to meet.

Hey Leigh! A voice interrupted our thoughts. Walking toward us, a young man grinned and waved.

Hey Josh! What are you doing here? Leigh answered.

Research for TOK. He said, resting a hand on her shoulder. Leigh giggled.

What's TOK?

It's a class for seniors, Theory of Knowledge. It's his favorite class.

Oh. I guess I'll never really understand all the different classes.

Unlike me, people seemed to flock to Leigh. Her spells didn't frighten them or push them away, and it actually got her more attention. She's very beautiful, sometimes I wish I were more like her. Maybe if I had her flaming red hair, I'd stand out a little more. In Egypt, I mean. Me, though, people tend to shy away from me. Other than my family, Abasi and Neema. Either they don't understand me and thus they fear me, or they just don't want to get involved in something they believe was caused by the gods.

I sighed and waited for Leigh to finish flirting with Josh. She fancied him, I knew.

I never got the chance to find out more about Tankh's death because at that moment, the world stretched and finally darkened.

My eyes reopened to the face of Abasi. He sat with his legs crossed on the floor by my bed. His brows were furrowed in thought, deep thought, and I got a very bad feeling.

Ah, you're awake. Tahi, I have something to talk to you about. He paused. I've spoken with your father already. Nodding his head resolutely, he continued. I want to marry you.
Okay, I know it's short, sorry. The next chapter should be up soon, I hope, so long as nothing else unexpected comes up.

I know this chapters rather uneventful, and boring but it's important for later and it's more of a reaction rather than action chapter.

So, please review. I value CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. ^.^

~Chione