"A nation's greatest treasure is it's scholars."

-Proverb

Namjoon hummed contently as he walked down the bright corridor, his golden robes flowing behind him with every step he took, his brown eyes taking in the sight of the great Nile outside as the sun twinkled upon the top of the clear, blue water.

He had been stuck in the counting room almost all day, taking records of Egypt's wealth and counting the taxes that were paid that week. Namjoon was a mathematician. He was one of the smartest men in Egypt, his wit and quick-thinking was above every one else's.

He wasn't cocky about it. It was simply the truth. He was raised for greatness. Coming from a family of slaves, he didn't have many chances to make something of himself. His family was poor, and couldn't provide for themselves, but one day Namjoon was discovered by the royal schooling society and the rest is history.

He ended up there. In the palace, he worked long and hard, keeping perfect and precise records of the Pharaoh's wealth. To some the job would seem easy, and not exactly important, but Egypt was the wealthiest, most advanced country in the world, and it was quite a task keeping up with all the money that came in.

The scholar was currently on his way to the temple, he had been so busy during the week that he had not yet had time for his worship. His life was always quick-moving and he hardly ever had a second to stop, if he wasn't rushing around counting, he was off keeping records, even as he lay in his bed, his mind is going through the numbers from the day.

He sighed lightly, as he turned to enter the temple, a small smile on his face.

The temple was the quietest place in the palace, the Pharaoh never went there, and most of the others were too busy to worship, the only one in the temple was Jimin, and he didn't talk to Namjoon much, he simply carried along with his business, and allowed the mathematician to pray quietly.

He looked forward to his time in the temple. The silence consoled him and gave him peace of mind. A luxury not afforded to him anywhere else in the palace.

"I can't do this!"

Namjoon's chocolate eyes widened slightly at the female's annoyed voice, his eyes searching for the source.

You stood in front of Jimin, your head in your hands as you rested your elbows on the table.

Jimin sighed heavily.

"Yes you can. I'm not asking you to preform a miracle, let's just start small." He said softly.

You removed your hands from your face, obviously distraught as you stared at the blind man.

Namjoon's eyes moved over to Yoongi who stood in the corner of the room, watching you. A smile rested on his face as your displeasure.

"We have been trying for an hour," You started. "Let's just call this off. I'm not a goddess, and I don't have any "special abilities.""

Namjoon stepped closer, his presence still unknown as he watched you unravel in frustration.

The high priest sat down in front of you, his hands blindly searching for yours .

"You are only as powerful as you allow yourself to be," He stated. "If you believe you cannot do it, then you cannot. You lack three things: Determination, Self-confidence, and patience. Miracles don't just happen, they take time."

You frowned, running a hand through your hair as you stood up.

"I need a break." You stated.

The scholar watched as you began to walk away from the high priest, your blue eyes landing on him as you slowly walked past him. Namjoon sent you a wide-eyed look, confusion still covering his face.

Yoongi released a sigh of annoyance, uncrossing his arms and following along after you, his hazel eyes briefly meeting Namjoon's before exiting the temple.

The brown haired male moved his gaze to Jimin, watching as his ran a tired hand through his chestnut locks. He was obviously stressed out over something having to do with you. Namjoon and the priest weren't exactly close, in fact, he barely spoke to him. But he could tell that your words upset him.

"You seem tired." Namjoon stated.

Jimin's head shot up at the new voice, turning his head in the scholar's direction.

"Namjoon?" He asked quietly.

Namjoon nodded, making his way over to the chestnut-haired man.

"Who was that woman?" He asked quietly. "She seems to be causing you a great amount of stress."

Jimin nodded as a sigh left his lips.

"She is quite the handful." He breathed out.

The mathematician eyed the priest curiously, watching as he slowly stood up.

"She is a goddess." Jimin stated boldly. "But she refuses to see herself as anything other than human. She is constantly downing herself and her abilities. She doesn't listen to me when I tell her that she is a divine being. She doesn't want my help."

Namjoon raised his eyebrows in interest.

"Are you sure that she is a goddess? Perhaps she-"

"No. There is no "perhaps". I know that she is a goddess. I know it."

Namjoon nodded, his eyes falling to the ground in thought.

"Well, maybe you need to make her sure of herself."

Jimin tilted his head.

"How would I do that?" He asked.

"You're going about this all wrong, priest." He started. "You are trying to teach her how to use her abilities, but the reality is that she cannot learn from anyone other than herself. If you want her to be capable of greatness, then you have to give her room to grow. Forcing her to stay in this temple as you try to convince her with words will only stifle the growing process."

The high priest slowly nodded as his mind took in the scholar's words.

"I suppose you're right." He sighed. "I just worry for her safety. If she cannot prove herself in six days, she we will be forced under the Pharaoh, and I mean that literally."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

"So you are the fool that made a deal with the Pharah?"

Jimin chuckled lightly.

"I suppose I am."

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You huffed in anger as you stomped down the long corridor, anger and annoyance traveled through your body and your heart pounded in frustration.

You had managed to get rid of Yoongi's constant watch by hiding from him behind some of the curtains. He obviously hated you, and you didn't want him to have the pleasure of seeing you upset.

You were angry with yourself, you weren't a goddess, you weren't anything special, you were simply cursed with blue eyes. That's it. End of story.

You weren't a hero, and you weren't going to magically make everyone's problems disappear.

You sighed, running a hand through you hair.

Why did Writer send you here?

You were supposed to come down here and solve a problem. Your job was to "help them complete their stories", but ever since you've got here, you have only made things worse. These people would be better off if you just stayed in The Four Kingdoms.

"Looks like somebody is feeling a little down."

Your blue eyes shot up to the man in front of you, frowning as you sent him a hard glare.

"Not now. I'm not in the mood for your childish behavior."

You tried to walk past him, but he grabbed your wrist, pulling your body closer to his as he smirked at you evilly.

"Why so glum?" He asked. "Are you already going to give up? I thought you would last longer than that."

You pulled your hand away from him, taking a step back as you looked at him in disgust.

"Leave me alone."

Taehyung released a deep chuckle, taking another step towards you.

"I'm afraid I don't take orders from women, even if you are a goddess."

You took another step backwards, frowning as he, once again, moved closer to you.

"What do you want?"

Taehyung frowned, taking another step towards you.

"You seem to have gotten attached to the high priest." He started. "I have come to remind you, that even though you do not officially belong to me, when this week is over, and you have failed to prove yourself, I will take ownership of you and the priest will die."

You scoffed, taking a step backwards, eyes widening when your back hit the stone wall.

"I will never belong to you." You spat out. "Jimin won't-"

Taehyung released a low growl, slamming his hands into the wall beside of your head as anger swirled through his chocolate eyes.

"Do not say his name." He snarled. "If I hear any man's name leave your lips, I will not hesitate to rip them apart limb from limb."

Your eyes were wide as you watched his chest heave in anger.

"You are a child."You spat. "Stop punishing others because you cannot handle your jealousy. You may act like a might Pharaoh, but you are nothing but a scared little boy, whose parents didn't give enough attention to. You're spoiled, and you're rash. It's time for you to grow up, Taehyung."

The sandy blond's anger quickly drained from his face, along with his color.

"W-What did you just call me?"

You tilted your head in confusion.

"A child, a scared little boy, spoiled, rash-"

"No!" Taehyung interrupted. "You said my name.....You called me Taehyung."

You gulped in nervousness, remembering what Yoongi had told you earlier. No one was allowed to say the Pharaoh's name, and if they did, it was punishable by death.

"I-"

"It's been so long since I have heard my name leave someone's mouth."

You watched as he slowly began to tear up, his gaze locking with yours and searching your blue eyes for any sort of emotion.

"Say it again." He spoke softly. "Please, say it again."

Your eyes widened in shock as he pulled you closer by your waist, resting his head in the crook of your neck, his hot tears staining your dress as he cried quietly.

You couldn't understand his sudden change of mood, just a few second ago, he was acting like a child who was put in time out, but now he was vulnerable, and sad as he held you to him tightly.

You couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. He was all alone in this world. He had no friends, no one to talk to or share his day with, no one would even say his name for goodness sake. You assumed that he divulged himself in women and wine to hide the fact that he was one of the loneliest people in the world.

You stiffly moved your hand up to pet his sandy, blond hair, not being sure of what else to do in the situation, this man had been a pervert since you arrived here, but now he just needed someone to hold and cry on. You supposed it wouldn't do any harm to simply be his friend, just for a few seconds.

"I'm here, Taehyung" You whispered out. "I've got you."

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The dark-haired man smiled widely as he watched you hold the Pharaoh. He had never seen him look so weak and vulnerable. He was powerless, and utterly useless under your touch. It was perfect.

You had only been here a day, and yet you have already managed to gain the trust of the Pharaoh.

Now it would be easier for his master to kill the pathetic Pharaoh and take over the entire kingdom of Egypt.

The dark haired man smiled widely, turning on his heel and walking away.

You had completed a task in one day that most men could not achieve in their life times.

You had gained the Pharaoh's trust.

The man sent you one last glance.

You truly were a goddess.

A/N,

I'm not super pleased with this chapter, but it is needed for character development. *sighs* I wish I could've made it better for you guys.

Who do you think "The dark-haired man" is?