With the exception of the plot and the original characters that are depicted in the story, the author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended on the franchise of Inuyasha and Ouke no Monshou that rightfully belong to its owners Rumiko Takahashi and Chieko Hosokawa.

Hello everyone and welcome to the final act of The Time Traveler's Pharaoh. It's been a crazy adventure and I'm honored to have shared with you, dear readers. Before we allow the characters to take the stage, here are some words from my dear co-writer Cyrus559:

"Thank you for following us so far, many things has happened since the start of the adventure and I hope that you will continue as followers into the last part of this story and see the conclusion to it. I also hope that you have enjoyed the occasional fun-facts about ancient Egypt and other stuff, which we have added. Although these details not strictly are necessary for the story, I hope they at least can expand your imagination and knowledge when it comes to the ancient world."

So without further ado, let the show begin! :)

Firing an arrow at another demon, Kagome charged into the battle. Given the fact that Minue, Unas, and another soldier were already positioned around His Majesty - essentially acting as a shield to protect Memphis in every way possible - she led the men through the unholy battalion. While her efficiency and knowledge on how to swiftly eliminate these creatures were undisputed, the misplaced miko was aware it wouldn't be able to even out the odds that were stacked against them. With every wave of demons being extinguished, another one would appear out of nowhere and charge towards the bewildered Egyptian soldiers, gruesomely killing them one by one.

If she hadn't fallen down the Bone Eaters' Well that day, she wouldn't have lasted a minute in the war zone. Much less be able to create a protective shield around her steed so that it wouldn't meet an unfortunate demise.

Bluebell orbs widened in shock as the raven-haired king rode past her, brandishing a bronze sword in one hand and gripping the reins of his horse with the other.

"Your Majesty, wait! Don't go charging alone and think it will make you a hero!" Kagome shouted, gritting her teeth as the general and his aide raced to catch up with their reckless ruler. He was aiming to slay a demon from behind. Idiot!

She shouted from behind him, despite his back still facing her. "Even with one strike, it will be useless compared to bronze swords! Hey, are you even listening to me?!" With a heavy sigh, Kagome pulled on the reins as the Pharaoh charged at the demon, preparing to strike without hesitance, but then, before she could ascertain Memphis' small victory, she noticed something move from her peripheral vision; it was fast, as though it were nothing more than a flick of sand straying past her eyes, but she had seen the creature's body warp at an almost incredible speed towards her and with its raised club, intended to strike her; She reacted fast, raising her bow at just the right moment to counter it.

Projecting the energy into her weapon, she had scorched the demon's hands, giving her just a few seconds to end its life with a ball of pink light flung into its solar plexus. The demon disintegrated immediately. An anguished cry soon reached her ears. Craning her towards the source of the noise, she saw a tall-green-skinned demon hovering over Memphis and his horse, a sword positioned over its head and ready to strike down Egypt's ruler.

"Your Majesty, get down!" Quickly knotting an arrow into the bow strings, she imbued with holy power and let it fly across the battlefield. The arrow punctured the demon's skull with such force that its grotesque body exploded rather than simply turning to grey ashes. However, the momentum behind the sword which had been aimed to take Memphis' life would have decapitated him if he hadn't heeded his priestess' warning. However, it took the life of another soldier, impaling the man through the chest and killing him instantly.

Kagome quickly rode up to him, scanning his shaken body for any signs of injury. Thankfully there were none.

"It's no use. At this rate there will be too many demons for me to exterminate on my own, even with your men working in groups as Minue had told them to do so. It looks like we will be needing assistance from the Hittites if we want to survive. Tell Minue to keep fending them off for as long as he can until I come back with reinforcements. I'll try to convince Prince Izmir to help us. If I explain the situation, he may be able to put his hatred for Egypt long enough to fight us another day."

"But what if they try to abduct you again? What will become of us then? And of you?" Memphis replied, not seeming to be entirely sanguine about the idea.

"I am willing to take the chance. Besides, I can always give them a little display of my powers if they try to do anything stupid."

Before the young man could say anything, she kicked her heels against the flanks of her horse and yanked on the reins, guiding the beast in another direction. Back the way she had entered the hellhole and towards the desert, to find the Hittites. Once again the beast was empowered by her holy power, giving it both energy and making sure that its body did push itself too far. In other words, it had become a powerful tank.

When the demons tried to attack the priestess on both sides in a pincer formation, they were either knocked backwards by energy emitting from the horse or were disintegrated by an arrow in their vital areas. She didn't pretend to notice how awed the Egyptian soldiers were by her capabilities in combat.

Not wanting to give these men the impression that she was deserting them to save herself, Kagome gave them some encouraging words. If they could even be defined as 'encouraging' at the moment.

"Keep fighting men! Don't give the enemy a single inch! We must protect the Pharaoh at all costs! Your bravery has not gone unnoticed! As we are now, we will need reinforcements, and as such, I will try to convince the Hittites to join our side!" She shouted, hoping to soothe the soldiers, though her words only seemed to confuse them, especially at the mention of calling for the aid of the Hittites, most of which elicited some disapproved cries. Kagome continued on, despite their protests.

"Today, the Hittites are not our enemy, but those demons! For the greater good, let us join forces, and together let's ensure a rewarding victory!"

With a raise of her fist, the collective faces of the soldiers seemed to solidify and soften, some even nodding in approval, many with great appraisal and encouragement and cheer. The rest were still disgruntled to be siding with the enemy. As she departed from the battlefield, she prayed that her speech gave the soldiers enough encouragement to face what lies before them, to cease any further panic manifesting. For the most part, she felt relieved to get all of that off her chest, but there was still a great sense of anxiousness within her at the events transpiring ahead, and she kicked her horse onward.

She had no idea how much time had passed - twenty, maybe even longer than that - till she reached the Hittite army, or at least the rear of the army. Judging from their shell-shocked expressions, her little show on the plain had not gone unnoticed. The men in foreign uniforms pulled to the side as she rode towards them, opening a gate through their ranks while their spears and arrows were pointed towards her. If the men were surprised to see a woman, they were probably too nervous to show it because at least half of them alternated staring at the spot where the demons had been and her bold entrance. Then she heard a familiar voice call out to the soldiers.

"Lower your weapons men, do not attack!"

Looking up, Kagome saw Izmir riding through his soldiers with a solemn frown on his face. When he stopped in front of her, she bowed her head respectfully towards him. "Prince Izmir."

"Pray tell, what is all this about, Ankhesenamun? What are these creatures and what did you do to them?" Izmir growled, having no patience for formalities at this point. After all, she had humiliated him in front of his army by escaping imprisonment.

" - And that is their strategy!" The misplaced miko thundered as she had finished explaining the current situation. "On their own, a demon possesses the strength of ten men. Their numbers may not rival that of your army, but that isn't necessary when they pick off one nation after another while the rest of the world is looking away. Don't fool yourself into believing that once they have ravaged the Egyptian lands, indulged in the taste of carnage, they won't ignore the opportunity to invade your country!"

This little revelation did have the effect of making people stop shouting questions at Kagome. Seeing both worry and a sense of curiosity in their eyes, she continued.

"We have all enemies; some big, others small, some of them are useful for us to reach our goals and some we will wrestle with for the rest of our life. Enemies can also be just as real as they can be made up in our minds. An enemy, however, rarely emerges out of nothing. As we go through life, we occasionally bump into each other or make mistakes which may hurt the other one. Many will say that the only rightful respond to this is a bold action and to stand on your right. Protect your honor and defend it with blood if necessary, no matter what the cost will be. To show the world that you are not to be trifled with and that wrongness will be punished.

Yet what about something as simple as an apology? Rarely do I hear such a word, and strangely, it seems that the higher up you come, the harder it is to utter such a thing! What bravery does it take to say "I made a mistake, I am sorry"? And if uttered sincerely and with a hope to put things straight, how cruel and cold-hearted can a man be if he doesn't accept? Does honor prevent one from giving mercy and kindness?

Ever since your people met ours, there has been little trust among us. Certainty there has been cordial trading in the market, but that's it. Nothing more to build trust or friendship, a fellowship which could be the difference between life or death in a time of danger and need. If you never meet or learn to trust people, any peace will be a watchful one, constantly looking over your shoulder in fear of your fellow man turning traitor until the day you're buried in the ground. Is that the kind of life you want for yourself, for your kingdom?

The might of our foe lies not in his strength nor in the number of vassals under his command because evil knows no allies. He has no friend to trust and nowhere he truly feels safe. He will always seek to lessen those he thinks are mightier than himself if he cannot rise above them by his own means. He will always look for weakness in others to exploit. And in us, humans, he sees opportunities: fragility, disarray, and pettiness. We're always at odds with each other over every little thing. A misplaced remark, an unreasonable quarrel, minor disagreement, a misunderstanding or a vanished person can easily be used against those who are too weak minded or prideful to listen to reason or accept an apology. Blood and chaos are sown in plenty by those who have no heart.

Do you not yourself have anyone you love back home? Someone precious you wish to return to? Perhaps a loving wife, a family or even a child to whom you wish to see safe from harm?

As you can see from behind me, it is no challenge for our enemy to plow through our ranks. And with fewer people to put up a defense, the easier it is to decrease our numbers one by one. Are you truly prepared to face a demonic horde who have just come off the high of conquering an enemy? Think long and hard before answering that question."

The few demons which the Hittites had managed to slay and remained lifeless on the sand suddenly became the center of attention for the soldiers as Kagome pointed towards them. Everyone had seen how much damage only a few could make, and dreaded for what could have happened if there had been more who attacked.

Some had received a quick death, but there were men who were badly wounded by the creatures that had silently crept through the Hittite army, not a particular bright prospect if the entire demon army should decide to follow up later.

Kagome inhaled a deep breath. Time was running out and she needed to give them one final push to remove the remnants of doubt from the soldiers' minds. While their gaze remained fixated on the fallen demons, she desperately searched for inspiration. Not that there was a lack of source, mind you.

The Hittite soldiers were armed with shiny bronze swords and glittering spears, saddled on proud horses. There was even an unusually handsome brave prince to lead them. All of these factors could appeal to their honor and pride. However, it was something completely else, stuck on her robes that caught her attention. She picked it up and held it before her eyes and smiled. It must have gotten stuck when she escaped from the Hittites a few hours earlier, or when she rode over here. The tiny twig lodged between her fingers was so small and unnoteworthy. It was dry as crisp and blackened by the sun, but it was this very object she held up for all to see when she spoke again:

"Why do people band together in fights? Why do you not engage your enemies in combat and such show your individual bravery? It is because alone you are weak. Alone, you cannot fight and defend yourself. If your back are exposed when you attack, you're bound to lose. The same principle is applied when you shield yourself in the front but leave your side exposed.

' Once upon a time, there was a man who had ten children. The children however, were always fighting and could never agree on anything. But one day, the man had enough. He told his children to go into the woods and pick up a tiny stick each and come back with it. And so they did. When they came back, their father took the sticks and bound them together. He then asked each of his sons in turns to try to break the bundle. No one could. Then he undid it and gave the sticks back to them and asked if they could break them now. And this time the sons could easily break them.

And such is it also for yourself; When alone, each of you can easily be overcome, but when combined, you are invincible.' "

A moment of utter silence followed as the men began to think for themselves. Yet when she dared to make eye contact with Izmir once more, Kagome could see from the look on his face that he knew she would get what she wanted. He rode close up to her and spoke,

"I must say, Ankhesenamun, I had already known you were someone unlike anyone else I've met so far, especially for a woman. I highly doubt this kind of speech was something the Egyptians had taught you; nonetheless, I understand the logic behind your words just as much as my men do. As you may already see, they have been moved by just your speech alone. You are a curious woman, that I will not deny. If this turns out right, I would love to discover some of those secrets for myself." He said almost whispering before he turned to address his warriors.

"Men! Brave soldiers of the Hittite Empire! Shall we do as here suggested; go forth and show our bravery in the face of battle together with the Egyptians, proving that we are no less afraid to fight monsters than they are?"

A second of silence followed before a loud roar erupted, followed by cheers and shouting. With that being said, Izmir turned his horse around, raised his shiny sword and shouted.

"Onwards!"

At his command the army began to move.

Whether it was due to a certain custom of battle or just from habit to remain unseen due to the constant lessons from Sesshomaru, Kagome silently rode alongside the army's first wave. Although she was pleased that the negotiations with the Hittites had gone well, the time traveling priestess wondered if these reinforcements would be enough to truly stand against Set's army. Certainly the size of both the Egyptian and Hittite forces outweighed those of the demonic hordes, but that was just it. The size couldn't compare to the experience that these hellions may have garnered over the thousands of years under Set's command.

Would she be able to stop his horde from marching to another kingdom? Would Memphis be willing to put aside his grudge against Hittite long enough to protect this country?

Kagome shook her head. Snap out of it! Think positive Kagome, think positive! You're going back to the battlefield with allies. You're going to punch Set in the face once this is all over with. You're going to save the world again. And more importantly, you are going to put Isis in her place!

As these thoughts raced through her mind, the prince placed himself at the very front of his army. To encourage his men to fight. Their speed was increasing now, aimed at the other army's rear. Glancing around her, the time traveler recognized their current position; the pincer, where the objective was to crush the enemy from two opposite sides. Kagome pulled on the reins of her stallion as the men ahead came to a halt. She grimaced at the sight down below. The demons still had the advantage over the Egyptian army.

She just hoped that the alliance with the Hittites would give them the edge that they needed on the battlefield.

The dark-haired woman almost jumped out of her skin when Izmir blew a horn, signaling the first offensive assault to his men. Charioteers gripped their lances and spears were lowered to strike. The archers released a hail of arrows that descended upon the unholy battalion. With the exception of a few demons, the arrows had very little effect on them. Most just screamed as they pulled the projectiles out of their bodies, snarling and hissing.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Izmir bellowed. "How could these monsters still be standing after the bowmen's assault!" He turned to stare icily at Kagome. "Why is this happening, Ankhesenamun?!"

"They're demons, m'lord. From what I've observed their skin is almost like another set of armor; difficult to penetrate, and close attacks would kill you," The time traveler informed calmly. "You'd stand a chance by attacking in groups but don't take on too many of them at once. There's no point in trying to be a hero if you're dead." She turned her attention back to the approaching demons. Half of the battalion had taken up their weapons, smashing their steel weapons together as they screamed at the top of their lungs*.

This barbaric ritual, along with seeing their grotesque appearance for the first time, made quite an unsightly scene to even the most cold-blooded soldier. Kagome could see more than one discouraged soldier in the ranks - some even looked ready to bolt and abandon their comrades. Even the air around them had become heavy with the stench of blood, causing the warrior inside her to falter slightly as a shiver crawled down her spine. She didn't want to be here, not in this situation again where her life was on the line but...

But what if the men were given a little motivation? A reason to keep going, and return home, just as she desired to do so?

"Hyah!" Snapping the reins, Kagome forced the horse through the army, past the soldiers and charioteers. As she gained momentum, she grabbed her bow and knotted an arrow into the string; spiritual energy gathered at its steel tip, its spherical shape increasing in diameter till it resembled a cannon ball. Grinning, she released the arrow and watched it fly across the air.

True to her aim the arrow struck the first line of demons and sent them flying back - their bodies were immediately purified and crumbled into the dust. Those that were close to the first frontal assault had their skin broiled or lost a few limbs. It was almost as if she'd thrown a modern-era grenade at them rather than a single arrow filled with holy energy.

Despite the fact that their enemy was still handing, the Hitties were speechless at what they had seen. Still clad in a dingy traveling cloak, she returned to Izmir and the foremost soldiers quickly after she'd given her steed a final surge of holy power.

Her blue orbs fell upon the soldiers. "Are you ready, men?" She shouted. "Remember, show them no mercy, because no mercy will be shown to you by them. Prove that men are the strongest and true masters of this world! Fight for your freedom!"

The battalion roared, banging their weapons against their shields before dashing across the sands - humanity and demon raising their weapons, striking enemies without hesitation, bodies falling onto the ground. It had been some time since she last had seen a true battle, but Kagome remembered both her lessons and experience from the Sengoku era where the weapons thankfully had been almost similar.

Kagome growled as she ducked, the tip of an obsidian blade grazing her shoulder till she took it down with her bow, ramming the lower limb into its skull before a bright pink light enveloped the demon, disintegrating it.

Theoretically speaking a weapon that's meant for long-distance combat wouldn't exactly be helpful in a confined space so thick that you could barely swing a sword and not possibly incapacitate an ally. Instead, the priestess charged it with holy energy, using the bow as a makeshift mace to crush the demons and plow through the battlefield.

Izmir followed close behind with his bronze sword and struck it against any demon that came too close. Behind them again came an ever wider army of men who also had gathered great speed. Together with Kagome leading in front, they acted like a wedge that was driven into the army of demons and sought to split it in two.

Their momentum slowed and almost came to a halt when Kagome found herself as the demons' main target. Having recognized her holy powers as their most immediate threat, the time traveler found herself constantly fighting back an ever-growing wave of assaults.

"Your Highness, I could need some help on my flanks if you have any soldiers to spare!" Kagome shouted. Fortunately the prince heard her and she saw him give a signal to some of his men, who jumped off their chariots and fought their way towards her.

The time traveler soon realized that using a bow as a melee weapon was not especially ideal, Although she was able to impale and otherwise turn demons to ash with its power, it was still a bow and had to be constantly protected against swords, clubs and a few other things Kagome didn't even know how to describe. At one point, the body of a dead Egyptian soldier came flying through the air and would have collided with her if not a nearby Hittie had seen it and pulled her away.

Despite the demons' endurance, they had almost managed to meet up with the Egyptian battalion. Only a few demons were left standing between her and their allies on the other side. The Egyptians managed to overpower the remaining ones soon after, causing the demon army to be split in two. Now that she had more room, Kagome was able to fire another arrow at a demon, landing between its eyes. Just when it crumbled to dust, another was there to take its place.

Her archery skills were tested to the limit as she used her spiritual powers to create arrows made from either energy or the shadows beneath her feet. The latter was more difficult to achieve but it would not slowly drain the young woman to the point of exhaustion. Yet with the Egyptians and Hitties working together, she fought valiantly on the battlefield. The men who saw her were taken by the strength of this small, foreign woman. She fought with the ferocity of a hardened war general. Brutal and merciless. A definitely stark contrast to their women back home.

This bloody maiden's visage seduced, motivated, and terrified them simultaneously.

As she wormed her way through the battlefield, exterminating demons and assisting the men as quickly as she possibly could, Kagome eventually crossed paths with the Egyptian king once more. His face was red and sweaty, black tresses sticking to his forehead; what terrified the priestess was the sight of blood smeared on his golden armor, and how his sword bore the mark having been bent back to shape. Kagome almost had the mind to drag him to safety when he tried to assure her that he wasn't injured in any manner. His men had been protecting him, especially Minue. When she saw the man, Kagome didn't know the look on his face meant he was relieved or disappointed that she'd persuaded their enemies to become their allies.

Either way, what's done is done. The Hitties have displayed as much courage as the Egyptians in spite of the fact that the former's original mission was to invade and crush Ra's blessed land.

The sun shone from a cloudless heaven, its radiance spreading across the battlefield as the humans' sweat saturated their clothes, dried blood crushing over wounds whilst their stamina slowly began to recede. Kagome had been riding to and from the two armies, helping out whoever she could and eliminating their enemies.

She did not know how many hours they had been fighting. At this point there were two things she was acutely aware of. The first was that the sands were littered with bodies, be it human or demon, dead or gravely wounded. The sight made the priestess' stomach roll in nausea as the painful reality that she couldn't save everyone sank into her mind.

Secondly, they were winning. The numbers of the unholy battalion were rapidly thinning.

Kagome hypothesized by neutralizing the demons who seemed to be guiding the others, it effectively ended what little organization existed among the monsters. With that in mind she noticed that the demons had been split into two groups: those that were retreating and those who were still fighting against the advancing human armies. It seemed like that the former was happening; the demons on her right flank were dispersing, only to be chased down and eliminated by the remaining charioteers.

For now, she at least had a moment to catch her breath amongst the allies. But the moment the priestess turned away to rejoin the Egyptian militia, she felt a chill crawl down her spine. Glancing over her shoulder she saw the sand beneath her feet rise up into the air, creating a small vortex of dust and particles that was heading towards her. Kagome's eyes widened in shock, raising her arms up to deflect the vortex as it suddenly engulfed her and some nearby soldiers.

"I'm impressed you made it this far, little priestess. There have been very few humans who have entertained me for so long, but sadly I've grown bored of your tactics."

Kagome tried to see who or what was nearby but the sand continued to blind her vision even as she dared to lower her arms. "Who are you?" She shouted. The time traveler squinted. She searched for the one calling to her, drawing the confused attention from the soldiers closest to her, ignoring their concerned questioning while she continued to find the owner of the voice taunting and mocking her.

"Who am I?" The voice parroted. "Who am I? Goodness, I thought you would've already been aware of my identity since the moment I arrived. After all, you're the precious oracle of that cunning little feline who dares to call herself a neutral party regarding godly and human affairs. If you hadn't been chosen to be her apostle, you could have been a great hero in whatever land you hail from."

Kagome felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. He's here. Shit. Gritting her teeth, she yelled, "Someone like you doesn't belong among the mortals, nor do you have the right to decide who lives and who dies!"

"That's where you are wrong, my dear silly mortal. I am a god. And I will not allow you nor Sekhmet to prevent my plans from coming to fruition once I've dethroned my precious nephew. But I'm no tyrant. To show my appreciation for your valiant effort, I'll make your death quick and painless before taking you to the land of the dead." The voice then snickered. "Well...then again, a little pain never hurt anyone, right?"

Before she even realized it, Kagome felt a searing pain in the back of her head. The dusty world around her began to blur as her legs were knocked out from under her, collapsing onto the battlefield. Bleary blue orbs saw a pair of inky feet by nose. The priestess looked up and saw a demon carrying a spiked club.

"Kill her." The voice commanded. The demon roared, raising its weapon over its head and swung it down towards Kagome's head.

The time traveler blinked away the blood as her fingernails clawed into the sand, pushing herself to the side as the blow barely missed its mark. Kagome tried to summon her holy energy into her right hand but the demon smashed it with his foot, the sound of crunched bone echoing in the swirling vortex. Kagome screamed. The soldiers tried to attack the demon as a single group, drawing their weapons and charging towards it, but they were blown away by a strong gust of wind. Just when all hope seemed lost as the world's last holy priestess began to lose consciousness and the demon tried to kill its target for the second time, its movements were halted. The demon looked down and saw a sword sticking out its chest.

"ANKHESENAMUN!"

Memphis yanked his weapon out of the demon's torso from behind. He did not waste a moment to decapitate the monster as soon as its knees staggered onto the sand. Nor did he have a chance to savor his victory as the Egyptian king rushed over to the fallen oracle, carefully cradling in his arms.

"Ankhesenamun, Ankhensenamun, can you hear me? Can you see me?" Kagome could hear him...but she was tired. She tried to fight, to heal the trauma to her head with her spiritual energy yet it wasn't working. Something was wrong. Very, very, wrong. The dark-haired woman tried to speak though not words escaped her lips as Memphis kept asking who had attacked her. Her eyelids began to droop, and the exhaustion became so great that the world around Kagome blackened as she vaguely wondered one last time just who was Ankesenamun.

For over a week an unusually strong wind had ferried ships across the Nile, bringing both Egyptian and Hittite soldiers to the capital. Leading their men were their respective rulers, Memphis and Izmir. They had been brought together as unlikely allies under a perilous battle, and now through sorrow. Despite their victory against the demons - killing nearly all save for a few survivors who had managed to escape deep into the desert - the healers from either kingdom could not save Ankhesenamun. The trauma that had been inflicted upon her had been too deep to stop the bleeding, much less perform a surgery without potentially endangering her life even further.

To these wise men, it was better to have allowed Ankhensenamun to perish as she had than prolong her suffering. But their pretty words had little effect on the tears that continued to stream down Memphis' face as he held the woman in his arms. When the Egyptian pharaoh questioned the soldiers who had been near the priestess at the time, none of them could identify the assailant due to the sudden sandstorm. Memphis nearly had the men punished if Sekhmet hadn't intervened at that very moment.

The lion-headed goddess scolded the young man, berating his recklessness and warned him to tread carefully lest he would allow his anger to cloud his judgement. Ankhesenamun was gone but Egypt needed her king in these uncertain times. In retrospect, Memphis had been grateful to the deity for her words lest he would have blamed the loss of his priestess upon the Hittite prince.

Neither ship had more than one deck yet on the one they were sailing, Ankhensenamun's body laid the shadow of a tent that was guarded by men on either side. Sekhmet was secretly guiding her oracle as well; invisible to the mortals, using her sorcery to shield the deceased woman against decay. There were whispers amongst the soldiers that the maiden-warrior had looked unusually well for someone who had passed onto the afterlife since they had been victorious on the battlefield.

In hindsight Memphis would prefer to have the royal morticians give the priestess he had grown so close to a luxurious funeral procession, a proper ritual that would guide her soul safely to the underworld and in Anubis' care. However, he had even been denied this much by Sekhmet, when the goddess appeared before him and a petrified Izmir one evening in the form of a golden lion. She instructed them to not remove the priestess' organs from her body as it was customary in Akhensenamun's original country. When either man asked where the woman had hailed from, the deity did not answer them.

She simply said that if this task was carried out, Sekhmet would personally make sure Ankhesenamun would be given the eternal peace she deserved.

Instead of leaving this task to Imhotep or even Minue, Memphis chose to personally oversee the befuddled embalmers in their workshop as they proceeded. They stripped Ankhesenamun her bloodied clothes, washed her body and wrapped her tiny body in white linen, honey, spices, and protective amulets. Because their king had strictly commanded them to not place her organs in the sacred canopic jars, the mummification process had been whittled down to a single day of embalming than the usual seventy-day ritual*.

On the day of the funeral each ruler brought their respective sibling - Isis had been unusually delighted to attend the ceremony- to the newly built temple that was constructed in honor of Sekhmet's oracle. A few government officials were also in attendance. The servants under Akhensenamun's care were also present but separated from the royal family. The ceremony had been short, and when the priest bestowed the final rites onto Ankhesenamun's sarcophagus, everyone save for Izmir and Memphis returned to the ship. They remained standing in the dark chamber, where Sekhmet had said would be her priestess' tomb.

"...She was a valiant warrior who fought until the end. She risked her own life to escape my camp, yet at the same time risked it once more to plead with me so that I may fight alongside your men against these...monsters. A woman unlike anyone else the world has seen." Izmir murmured after an awkward silence fell between both of the men. Upon meeting each other after these tragic circumstances, they had managed to reach a mutual understanding.

They were ancient enemies, continuously fighting over territory and wealth in the world. A world that had nearly been thrown into chaos if they hadn't joined as one army against a legion of demons. Without each other neither the Egyptians nor Hitties against a common enemy.

Memphis released a strangled sigh as he lowered his head, shaking in disbelief. "First my father had been assassinated. Then my sister, whom I loved so dearly, was driven to madness and tried to kill your sibling out of hate. Now...now the woman who I adored lies here. What do I have left? Those bastards in my court, who want nothing more than to use me for their own personal gain, and an empty throne." Memphis wanted to weep but dared not in front of the Anatolian prince. He released a shaky breath, turning his attention to the melancholy Izmir. "Let us return to my palace. We have much to discuss."

The silver-haired male nodded in agreement and followed his host out of the tomb. Now that Egypt was being visited by the first prince of Hatti, along with his army, proper diplomacy had to be conducted. The first priority was to explain in front of the ambassadors and the court how Mitamun survived being burnt alive, as well as secure a safe haven for the Anatolian siblings to rest without Isis causing further trouble.

Everything was complete. Many feet below the desert and secretly sealed off from the rest of the world, none would visit this tomb for centuries to come. At least that was what Sekhmet hoped for. The lion-headed goddess sat on top of a lion statue, sighing softly.

It was a shame that things have happened as they had. If that impossible brat had listened to her proper to the battle, then there was a chance her oracle would still be breathing. If everything went according to plan...well, the deity had a feeling her oracle wasn't going to like the outcome. She would be angry, she could scream at the top of her lungs at the unfairness of it all, but in the end, it was for the greater good.

Murmuring an ancient spell under her tongue, a golden miasma shot out of Sekhmet's clawed hand and through the walls where her priestess lied sleeping. Currently Set could not be defeated as he had grown stronger over these last few centuries. Whether he was driven by ambition or hatred it wasn't certain except he had openly defied Fate and took Kagome's life long before it was to be extinguished.

To go against Fate as well as his 'siblings' in addition to creating an holy army, these actions were seen as an act of treason against the pantheon. Sekhmet had no doubt that many deities - not just herself - would come for his head and make the god of chaos pay for his transgressions. Set wouldn't be able to come out and play for a very long time.

Sekhmet floated up through the sand and stone till she reached the innermost sanctuary of her temple. It was truly a loss that she couldn't have Kagome there as her very personal priestess. The time traveler had been amusing, stubborn, and free-spoken. A human she had never known since being born as a daughter of Ra. Their relationship as oracle and goddess would have led to some interesting nights indeed.

But as of now, she found a suitable place to sit down and to watch over the temple while the sand of time passed, to see but not be seen by every visitor that ever came. The royal Egyptian family prospered, though not as long as she had hoped. However, if everything went according to plan...then history would be changed. But for better or worse, it was too early to tell.

And that is it folks, The Time Traveler's Pharaoh is officially concluded! But fear not, Kagome's adventures in Ancient Egypt aren't over. A second book is in the works. I will posting info on its release date on either my Tumblr account (the link will be on my profile) or on here. Until next time my dear readers! :)

Final Interesting Facts:

* Making loud noises to frighten the enemy was a common tactic in ancient days. Back when people were far less accustomed to loud and sudden noises than now, this was a part of the battle tactic to scare and unnerve the enemy. This custom ended with the arrival of guns and cannons which made the battlefield more noisy than ever before.

** Seventy days it took for the embalmers to prepare a mummy, and the state of the preservation depended of course on what you paid for it back then. The best-preserved mummies from ancient Egypt belongs to those who could pay for it, kings, princes and nobility.