"Why do you look so upset?" Nick asked with worry in his eyes. It pained me because he hardly ever got to be a kid anymore.

"Sorry, I just had one of those visions. It was just sad that's all." I try to shove Nick off but it wasn't working. Nick wrapped his arms around my waist, slowly he hugged me tighter. I push Nick off and glance at him, he should honestly worry about his homework. "Don't crush my bones, Nicky!"

He sighed, "It's supposed to make you better! You love my hugs!" I sigh, giving Nick a quick hug. These were the mere moments in my life that I hated, I hated that my brother was able to see through the layers of my shield.

"I'm fine, no need to worry." I say drawing out the words. I bit on my lip to stop myself from crying. I hated crying, it made me feel weak at times.

Nick stares up at me, "Freya. It's gonna be okay." Nick had always had a soothing voice.

I smile sadly, my eyes meeting Nick's."I know. Some things just take time. Too much time."

I close my eyes and I could see the blood on Ahkmenrah's hands, as he weeps for his love. I take a breath, "Ugh. I'll be back, I just need to clear my thoughts."

I end up winding down the halls passing the exhibits quickly. I smile kindly at the small family that looked like three were from the witch ages, the seventeen hundreds I think? The little blond girl jumps ahead of her parents in a fit of giggles.

I follow the silent halls, I could hear the song September by earth, wind and fire. I move quickly up the steps, once I reached the top, I pant heavily. I should honestly try and get fitter.

I push open the access door and greet the cool air. I walk over the ledge and lean my arms against the cool concrete railing. I hum gently to myself as I watch the traffic below me.

I could feel the tears brimming my eyes, I blink stubbornly and wipe them away with the back of my hand.

Why would something like this happen to me anyway? What made me so important, this wasn't something that was normal? Why was I having these visions?! I was just kid for crying out loud!

As more questions filled my mind, I felt the world sink away, slowly fading into darkness.

I closed my eyes and bowed at my middle aged ruler, King Merenkahre. He walked down the steps of his throne and met me at the bottom.

My eyes met with the Pharaoh who nodded, "Ramla, I feel that you know the dangers that are coming to this great kingdom."

I licked my lips. I bowed my head once again, "Yes my king. I am aware of the dangers coming." The Pharaoh clutched his side as he coughed, his body rattling with pain.

My ruler stood up straighter, as he paced the throne room. "Very good guardian Ramla. I fear my time as king is coming to an end."

I blinked in surprise at his words, folding my hands gently behind my back. "My king, I ask permission to speak." The king's eyes widened, I assumed that he was surprised by my actions somehow.

The Pharaoh nodded, standing still. "I will protect your son Ahkmenrah with my life. I promise you that long after you are gone." I hoped that he would see the truth I had in my eyes. I would give up my life for Ahkemrah to live.

It was the first time the Pharaoh had ever smiled at me, it was wise, intelligent and gentle. "I trust you young Ramla, it is the one thing I ask of you, once I am gone. I fear that Ahkmenrah being chosen as my heir will cause my son being a target."

I nodded, I would restrict his time out doors and I would be with him twenty four seven. "I understand." I bowed at my king, he nodded gently.

"You are dismissed, guardian Ramla."

I could feel my mind swirling and throbbing as I came to focus. I blinked for what felt like a hundred times, nothing made sense. It just added a hundred more questions.

"Do you mind if I join you?" A soft voice asked from behind me, I instantly knew it was Ahkmenrah. Even in the pale moonlight it made me think of the vision of the gardens, when Ahkemrah and Ramla were sneaking out together.

I turned slowly, my back leaning against the concrete ledge. "Aren't you supposed to be at the party, Pharaoh Ahkemrah."

Ahkmenrah frowned, "Why are you calling me Pharaoh Ahkenrah?" He whispered, he sounded hurt or shocked. I couldn't tell.

"You are a Pharaoh aren't you?" I whispered harshly, turning my body away from him, leaning back against the ledge, hearing the sounds of the traffic below and gazing at the stars above.

Ahkmenrah sighed and leant against the concrete ledge. "Yes, but I don't understand. It was never like this before."

I frowned not looking at him, "You don't want anything to do with me. I suspected it would be best if we were formal with one another."

Ahkmenrah looked at me sadly, I could feel it burning at my neck. I swallowed the tears, I hated hurting him. "I'm sorry, I'm not her. I know I have visions about you and her, and I can tell you so many things about before. Just please try to understand. I'm so horribly confused. It has been around four thousand years."

Ahkmenrah looked at me. "I should apologise as well. It hurts because I see parts of Ramla in you. I understand Freya, that your a complete different person. It hurts me that I hurt you. You've been very kind to me."

I lowered my eyes into the traffic below, and I wiped the foolish tears away. "C-Can we start o-over?"

Ahkmenrah nodded with a wide grin, bowing his head gently. "I am Ahkmenrah, fourth king of the fourth kings, ruler of the land of my father's."

I bowed the way I had seen Ramla do so in my visions. "A pleasure to meet you your majesty. I am Freya Daley—"

Ahkmenrah cut me off swiftly, with a gentle look in his eyes. "—Guardian of the Tablet of Ahkemrah."

I smile and shake my head at the bright, cheeky, boyish smile Ahkmenrah was giving me, "Is it really necessary?" I question, bringing my hands to my mouth and attempt to warm them.

Ahkmenrah licked his lips, "Well... Your are right, none of this makes sense. Perhaps it is the reason you have visions of the past because it is somehow intertwined with your destiny, but we shall only know in time."

I turned to him and held out my hand for him to shake. Ahkmenrah frowns deeply, he looks at my hand and then into my dark brown eyes. "Why are you holding out your hand?" He asks gently, confusion laced in his voice.

I let out a laugh, "It's sad these visions only work on way." Ahkmenrah looks even more confused.

"Give me your hand, Ahk." I say gently. Ahkmenrah gently holds out his hand from under the protection of his cape. I gently clasp them together. Then I shook his hand.

"A handshake, Ahkmenrah is something two people do when they meet one another, and in a way they do it out of respect. It's a modern world greeting." He gave me a curt nod, but a truely beautiful smile, that I knew Ramla adored dearly.

Ahkmenrah gazed down at me, a smile still lingering as he spoke. "So are friends?" He asked with a mischievous grin.

It was odd, that sad look in his eyes seemed to fade away in this moment as the snow slowly began to brush our cheeks.

I gave him a grin, one of those rare real smiles I had. "I guess so, but usually once you meet someone your acquaintances." Ahkmenrah let out a laugh, and I found myself laughing along with him.

EDITED: 24th of December 2019