Kain, Kahmunrah and Ahkmenrah definitely needed no meeting to agree on a decision. They were going to fight back, because what Sumer had done to Egypt was cold, cruel and heartless. But for formality's sake they sat down on the large table and talked things over.

"How many men will Awan be able to send?" asked Kahmunrah.

"Around fifty thousand...but they say the Sumerian army has half-a-million."

"Even if we combine both armies it will only add up to half of theirs." Remarked Ahkmenrah.

"How about a conscription?" asked Kain.

Kahmunrah grimaced. "I'd rather have two valiant men than an army of one million unwilling cowards."

Ahkmenrah smiled. If only I was as good in such kingly matters, maybe I could have been a better king.

Kain nodded in approval. Merenkahre must have been crazy to not make Kahmunrah Pharaoh.

"Get one man to see where Sargon's army is." Said Ahkmenrah to one of the soldiers.

"But we already know where they are Pretty Boy. In the deserts outside Ineb-Hedg." Said Kain.

"But what of they're spread out"

Kain nodded. Merenkahre was crazy to not make both of them Pharaoh.

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Isis smiled an all-knowing smile. Sometimes she would walk through Room of Life. Where the strings of Ancient life hung from the stars shimmering in different colours, each hanging from its own star. Each string represented a life on earth. Some had been cut tragically short.

She reached out for one.

There was a deep chuckle behind her.

"Cutting a life shorter today Isis? You know that is usually my job."

Isis smiled and turned to see the Jackal headed god Anubis, the Guardian of the dead. His skin was a dark mahogany colour that glistened in the starlight. His head was that of a Jackal's. He wore a white kilt. His head changed as time went by from that of a Jackal's to a handsome but morose face of a young man with shining dark ringlets framing his face. Only his eyes retained the same black look with death written all over it.

"A goddess must do what she must." Said Isis with an air of indifference.

Anubis studied her opal wings intently, with a little too much intensity. His glare was the only thing that ever really unnerved her. She shuddered.

"Cold Isis?"

She shook her exquisite head.

Anubis turned his eyes away from her. If had ever committed one sin it would be, loving the wife of Osiris. His face was now that of a young man, Isis reached out and touched it.

He turned and looked at her intently.

"I can almost imagine you with a young girl running through the meadow." She whispered smiling.

"I do not have time for such frivolities."

"Time is but a human concept Anubis. You can do whatever you will whenever you will. Don't be so morose."

He turned away and walked off. He remembered when he first fell for her. She had asked him to help her bring back her husband Osiris. They had gone through many trials and tribulations together and he fell for her. He fell hard, but by then Isis was already reunited with Osiris, she didn't return his feelings.

He had decided not to interfere, for Isis loved Osiris deeply. But he couldn't help it; every time he saw her, his heart skipped a beat.

Isis sighed as she watched him leave. The dead definitely had a saddening effect on him; she could still remember when he smiled brightly. But that was probably eons ago.

She took out her dagger and held the string taut. She brought it down and with and almighty snap a life was cut shorter. The rest of the string billowed about before it hung in stillness again. This mortal had only weeks to live.

Anubis will take care of which soldiers die in battle but for now my job is complete.

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Sabaf noticed that his sister's clothes were looser than usual. He questioned her.

Ismara had bit her lips and shrugged her shoulders. But on the inside she quivered. What if he found out?

Kahmunrah came to her every day now to enquire about her health. Every day she said she was doing well. They had decided to bribe one of midwives into pretending Ismara was deathly ill when her belly was too swollen to hide.

A she leaned her head on his shoulder she thought if the situation were different she would have considered herself the luckiest woman alive. But right now she felt like the unluckiest.

He was beaming softly and gently. He was at ease. For the moment. Then he grimaced.

"What if I die Ismara?" he asked.

The thought never occurred to her. Well it did but she always pushed it away.

"Look after the baby." she said bluntly.

He smiled. "Will you tell him about me?"

"Of course I will...I promise"

Kahmunrah smiled once again. "The gods will decide who comes out of this war alive. They will save who they want to save. I would love to see our child be born, but I can't help it if the gods don't."

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How was it? Sorry it's a bit short but I hope there was enough. I wonder who's thread it was that Isis cut short...please tell me who you think it is. BTW just out of curiousity, were any of you guys Kahmun/Sabra shippers, I know one of my friends were.