As much as I hated sleeping, I knew it was important. I had spent three years of my life with these frustrating visions. How many times in this life of my mine had I hade Ahk worry about me? How many times did I have to make the aching hole in his heart for Ramla deeper?

I could feel my body slipping away now, I clung to conscious. I knew it was foolish to fight it, my visions always won. I rolled onto side, my blankets and sheets beginning to become a tangling mess around me.

With a sigh, I let my visions win, this time I fell completely and utterly in my vision. A blinding white light flashed over my eyes, I blinked a few times trying to adjust to the lighting. This time it wasn't like it always was, I wasn't seeing through the eyes of Ramla, I was seeing through my own and it was different.

I stood in the throne room, I could see Ahkmenrah slouching in his chair, two guards posted by his side, clutching their staffs. I was standing in my stained pyjamas watching Ahk stare down at the marble floors, with such sad, lifeless eyes. I had a journal in my room that I recorded my visions, Ahk tried one hundred times to help me with a timeline, but I couldn't put him through anymore pain. This was different, I had never actually been here. I was only ever with Ramla, seeing the world through her eyes and her heart. I knew what this meant, she was gone. This was like the vision I once had without her, she had died, Ahk crying over her lifeless body.

I couldn't peel my eyes away from from him, suddenly Ahk's eyes met my own. His beautiful green eyes suddenly pooled with tears, and an unbearable sadness was laced through them.

"Ahk?" I whispered, I was being foolish. I had watched back to the future the other day with Nick and I had learnt how dangerous it would be if he saw me.

"Ahkmenrah?" I called again, this time more desperately. I hated to admit it but I was sacred, this was very very new for me. Suddenly the doors had bursted open revealing two panting guards that seemed to have been running. The duo didn't even seem to notice me, they walked right through me, it gave an odd uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Ahkmenrah!" I screamed, he never seemed to look my way. Maybe this was a nightmare, it was my greatest fear, losing someone that meant everything to me. I had never thought about my feelings for him like this. A part of myself tried to ignore how I felt, I knew this was from Ramla. She was taught her whole life to not let her emotions get in the way, but I knew how she felt about him. The fact it was overwhelming, now that I was older I could start to understand and uncover these feelings. But I was thirteen then, and things were different for me.

"Your highness!" Spoke the one closest to me, he was very muscular and burly. "My king, we do not mean to disturb you, but we found three guards dead in the gardens."

I watched as Ahk suddenly stood up straighter, Ahk puffed his chest out and took a deep breath. "Apply your protection to the people. Alert the people of this kingdom to stay safely in their homes, you shall go search for the intruder...." Ahk paused suddenly, turning to the two guards that stood by his side, he swallowed gently. "The two of you, shall go too and help search for the intruder." I was taken aback by his kindness and generosity. I had often wondered what Ahk was like as a leader, and seeing him like this I finally saw him.

The guards by his eyes looked at one another clearly shocked. "My king, we made an oath to never leave your side!" Even looking at the faces of the four guards, I was clearly as baffled as them.

"This isn't time to worry about your king. I was trained to protect myself from matters such as these. As Ahkmenrah, fourth king of the fourth kings. Your ruler, as Pharaoh of this great kingdom, I demand you to protect my people. We cannot have any more innocent lives lost." I was amazed that Ahk could stay so calm, I would of been boiling with anger and I would of been screaming.

The two guards, suddenly nodded. Then the four spoke in utter union, "As you wish, my king." The four stalked so gracefully out of the room and shutting the double doors so gently I was stunned.

I turned to Ahk, then I walked closer. I stood at the bottom of the steps, watching him. Then what surprised me most was when Ahk suddenly broke. Ahk covered his hands over his face and cried. Each time he cried, it felt like someone had stabbed me in the heart. I would do anything to help him. I climbed the steps very quickly racing towards him. "Please don't cry." I whispered gently, pleading. It was the saddest thing in the world that he could see me or even hear me.

I wanted to help him, I wanted to protect him, I wanted to hold him close and comfort him, but I couldn't do any of those things. The horrible thing was I wasn't even here. Ramla and I were gone. He was alone, with out his parents, all he had was his brother. His brother that murdered him.

The the doors had burst open again, Ahk looked up, this time he didn't even sit up straighter or fix his crown. He just sat, with such sad eyes.

I turned towards this new person, they wore the colourful robes of a royal Egyptian, this man stood proud. I had suddenly come to realisation that he was Ahkmenrah's brother older Kahmunrah. He had his arms folded behind his back.

A sudden panic set in my soul, it was torture knowing that this was Ahkmenrah's killer, and it was worse far worse knowing that I could do nothing to stop this. This was the death of a great pharaoh, one who didn't deserve such a fate.

"H-Heello, Ahkmen." I noticed a stutter in kahmunrah's raspy voice. Kahmunrah's pale shaved head shone by the torch light, and those dark black eyes.

"Hello brother." Ahkmenah spoke slowly, somehow not caring. It felt like a slap in the face, didn't Ahkemrah know that Kahmunrah was his murder. He must of known, when Ramla was telling him to leave her, he must of known.

Then I noticed a shiny blade, obviously it was the murder weapon. It was the same blade that killed Ramla, it must of been. "What are you doing?!" Ahk yelled, suddenly. He must of seen the blade too.

Then Kahmunrah laughed, it was a horrible sound. It was a dark, evil chuckle, like a villain from a movie. Ahkmenrah stood up, holding his hands out like a plea. "I am taking back my birthright, little brother. It's about time I done so."

Ahkmenrah was suddenly wide eyed, but spoke calmly, "Father and Mother would be ashamed of you. Shouldn't you honour their wishes?" Kahmunrah's lips curled into a little smile. Ahk was horrified of his brother and watching this unfold I was just as horrified.

Suddenly it was like slow motion, I slowly reached out, I knew it was something I shouldn't of done but I had to stop it. I stood in front of Ahkmenrah, I could feel the knife flash through me and once again I had that uncomfortable feeling settling in my stomach once again. It drew no blood from me, Kahmunrah's smile only grew.

I had thought I would stop it, but I was wrong. Ahk let out a cry, Ahk clutched his stomach quickly, staggering back into the floor. "NOOO!!!" I screamed, my fingers lacing through my hair, as I fell onto my knees. Ahk fell with a thud, Ahk didn't even stop the bleeding. I wanted him to keep fighting, how could he give up so easily?

I knelt on the stone floor beside Ahk, my fingers hovered over the bloody wound that were staining his robes red. I knew that I couldn't help him, I felt like I was dying with him. Even knowing that I couldn't do anything, it was a fate a million times worse than death, watching someone that meant so much to you, some you loved, die. It took three years but I felt the exact same pain Ahk had felt when Ramla died.

Kahmunrah kicked Ahk in the stomach making him scream out in agony. Ahk suddenly spat, spraying blood all over the floor and on Kahmunrah's sandals and feet. "Ahk, please keep fighting, your kingdom needs you." I whispered.

"How did it feel, watching someone you love die? How did it feel, watching her die Ahkmen?" Ahk didn't say anything, he just blinked the tears away. Over three years I had seen many, many memories that Ramla shared with Ahk, but I had never seen her last moments.

"How does it feel losing everything you love? Mother, Father, that Slave girl..." Kahmunrah growled kicking Ahk again. Then Kahmunrah smiled so wickedly, I felt sick in the stomach, "Goodbye brother."

Ahkmenrah somehow met my eyes, I could feel my breathing halt as he gave his beautiful smile although his teeth were blood stained, he looked up to me and whispered. "I love you." His breathing haltered, then his arms fell from his stomach to his sides.

"No. No. No! Wake up Ahk!" I screamed helplessly. "Please! Your people need you!" This was how Ahkmenrah had died. I choked back the tears, swallowing the lump in my throat. Ahk didn't deserve to die like this. Suddenly the flash of white light came back, then seconds later I was in my room.

I was sweating and I didn't even realise that I was crying until I saw Nick at the edge of my bed. My lamp light was on and provided enough light for me to see that Nick's hands reached out to comfort me, he gave a small smile.

"Bed dream, Fey? What happened?" Nick's brown eyes peered into my own. "You were screaming."

"I-I had a vision." I answered flatly, I finally relaxed, lying my head back on my soft work pillows, looking up at the roof. "It was about Ahk dying. I saw what happened to him. It was so horrible, Nick. I couldn't do anything to help him." Suddenly I was crying again and Nick reached over wrapping his arms around me, "Fey, we can call the museum. It's only two in the morning. Maybe we could talk to Ahkmenrah?"

I shook my head, "Nick, I can't put this on him! How many times like this have I called him, I haven't even visited him in a week!"

Nick sighed, "Well we're staying at Dad's tomorrow. So you can see Ahkmenrah and all your friends." Nick was teasing me now, I had spent most of my free time pretending to study at the library or pretend to spend time with my best friend Carlie just so I could see Ahk and everyone.

I wasn't with dad often and I didn't see him because of how much he worked, and I doubt that he hadn't been at the museum in over six months. "Ha. Ha. Real funny.... Nicky." Nick laughed, happy that tomorrow was finally Friday or the fact that I was teasing him, with a nickname he hated me calling him.

I knew that I would go to the museum with dad tomorrow. As much as I hated this, I would have to tell Ahk everything.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
Please take a note, as I mentioned at the beginning of the story if the writing only has bold, the characters are speaking Egyptian and if it is bold and italic, it is a vision Freya is having of Ahk and Ramla. If you are confused about anything just ask me, I don't bite.

EDITED: 24th of December 2019