and was locked in the fragments of the Lot. It will all clear up and then I'll come back and be with you guys."
"Promise?", With a tear in her eyes she looked up at him and suppressed a sniff.
"Definitely. I won't leave my best court magician in the lurch," he grinned at her and ruffled her hair that peeked out from above her headdress.
"Well ..." she gave up. At least Mana knew that all of her arguments would not help. Atemu would have to go. Without ifs and buts ... But secretly she had the idea that something was wrong ...
Atemu took a deep breath and looked at Mahado and Mana ... "What do you think what's really going on?"
"What do you mean?", Mahado frowned.
"Why they really send me back. I do not question that we are missing someone and that I should look for her, but that cannot be all. You have waited a long time here, so it would not matter if I wait until she comes back.Strictly speaking, even if Dartz should have something with it, then that is already over and as a demigoddess it would be easy for her to come and go ", Atemu explained his thoughts and questions. He saw her in the eyes of his friends Had thought something similar and that it was really like that, that something else had happened and this thing with the heart was only partially true, something that the gods were so embarrassed about that they didn't know how to save face other than through this ruse.
"They won't be able to tell you!", A goddess, whom he had not seen in the temple until now, suddenly stood behind Atemu without warning, which made him start so violently that his heart almost stopped. His breathing was fast and Mahado and Mana also start indecisively at the woman ... They had just expressed doubts about the gods, that one could give them a negative credit and result in a punishment.
The gods had spiked her jet-black ankle-length hair with many small golden pearls. On her forehead was a narrow browband that looked as if it were interspersed with diamonds. Her robe was not white, like the others', but a black and blue, interrupted by stars and seemed to be so flowing that it looked like the night sky itself. Her feet were bare and the dress didn't cover more than it had to.
"Don't worry, I will not report anything to Ra and Osiris," she nodded friendly and her hand fell like a night breath on Atemu's; "Don't ask about these things while you are here. The brothers will not give you answers even if you are on the right path. You ask your questions when you get back, to whom you love and whom you trust. Be certain that I will watch over your sleep and be your protection from the prying eyes of the gods when the time demands it. Atemu, you know exactly where to send yourself and even if you have the name of those you are looking for If you forget the way back, I know that you recognize her. Your heart will tell you who you see her and in your maps you have a part of her that just may not be as easy to recognize as that. In the world that you have just left. There is something that was left behind and unfortunately it is so that your heart can only pass the tests if you find your memories again. What settles there lives from repressed memories and thus from the soul n who do not come into the realm of the dead. That in itself is good because souls will not wander around like that. But you will learn more than you have found her, the girl who has eyes that put even the sun in the shade. "
"You are Nut ...", Atemu said and looked at her confused. He understood what she was saying but he didn't know if that would help him. Should he recognize even if he had forgotten everything and would forget the name again?Well ... she was probably Egyptian, something that would be easy to spot if you didn't have to look in Egypt.
"Yes, I am Nut, one of the four patrons of your wife. Together with Nepththys, Nieth and Sachmet I have committed myself to their protection and one of the four of us always knows where she is. That is why Nepththys brings you as close to her as it does." Don't worry, everything will be found as it has to be. It is important that you remember ... Like in a deck in which every card is important and in a puzzle where every piece is necessary to see the picture, you have to collect all your memories. You already have a small part, but only a small one ... "the goddess fell silent when she heard the door slide open and Nepththys stepped out.
"Nut ...?"
"My dear friend!", She nodded to her: "I'm handing it over to you now. Led it so close to its destination."
Nepthths sighed: "Of course ... even if the old man is raving ... why did you talk; nut ...?" In her mind she could already see Ra yelling at ... "You are the oldest of us ... so you have a lot to say and more power than me, but in the end I have to unload it when the others are upset. "
"Then ...?", Atemu scratched the back of his head. "... are you really helping me find her ?!"
"What?", She stared at him and then avoided his big questioning eyes: "Yes ... I'll drop you off at the right place ... Let's go ... I have more to do ..."
"Thank you ..." Atemu took a deep breath and looked at Mahado and Mana. "See you later then!"
"May your ways be safe!", Mahado bowed. You could tell that he would do nothing better than go with his master and help him.
"Atemu ...", Mana jumped at him: "Take care!" With all her strength she suppressed her tears.
"Sure, I want to play Senet with you," he assured his girlfriend and put her down again.
"Let's go ...", Nepththys took his hand and pulled him ...
Before he knew it, Mana and Mahado were no longer to be seen and he was alone with the goddess. The environment also changed rapidly and the green, fertile stitches on which animals frolicked and the Nile had glistened on its banks gave way to shadows and darkness, which, however, were not frightening but warm and welcoming.
"Where are we?!"
"In the space between life and death ... A space without time and form. The molecules here are parts of soulless shells that reassemble as needed, as the soul enters here. In a few minutes you will be in sharp pain. It will not very painful, but it will feel strange. When you open your eyes again seek the light and move towards it. In the end you will be in the world of the east, the living, "explained the goddess and smiled very gently at him. Her eyes were intense and managed to keep him calm.
"Good ...", Atemu shivered imperceptibly.Something new came up to him and he couldn't explain what it was all about. "Nepththys ... Why all this? Nut meant her ..."
"She is right ... Believe of the night. Ra is too proud to ask you for help and only then can he justify it to himself. Ati, if you are not sure, then Koriboh will show you the way. Your questions will be answered when you have found them again. Go now, Pharaoh and fulfill the fate you have imposed on you again to bring you and your country the peace that you have so hard earned. "
He wanted to reply something, but then he felt the first stab, as if something were thrusting into his body from the darkness. Like an arrow that dug into him, which grew more and more. The light changed around him, it broke. Pierced the darkness like millions of small crystals that carried rainbows and these reflected, so that he found himself in a sea of ​​shimmering colors. It was still stabbing them and the black got worse and worse. It seemed to hurt more each time. As if in a delirium, he heard his own blood rushing in his ears and felt how it was pumped into his veins by his own heartbeat. How it flowed back in the veins. His heart began to pound like a bellows and sounded like a rhythmic drum in his head.
Cold was the air that gathered in his lungs and lifted his chest, warm that he exhaled and the oxygen that pushed through your airways made his muscles swell. Only briefly, then he felt them tense and he moved his arms and legs. He tried to open his eyes, saw his hands as they closed and opened and then ... his gaze blurred, the office suddenly became harder for him and he began to kick.
Air bubbles streamed past him and above him he saw the light of which the goddess had spoken.
He tried compulsively to suppress the inhalation so that his lungs would not fill with water and drown him in the end ... Just a little bit more ... not far, then he had to be at the top. At least the light he saw through the floods of water around him was getting brighter.
Trees, sky and other things slowly peeled off the water. People in familiar clothes and the noise of a street ... But where did all the water come from?
"WAHH!", He winced when he had the feeling to appear and opened his eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry!", An older man called out to him. The school janitor, who had just watered the flowers with a garden hose, came up to him with the hose still running. "Sorry, I was probably thinking I really didn't see you. Are you okay with you ?!"
"Yes ...", Atemu nodded and pushed his wet hair out of his eyes and looked at him ... He knew him ... A familiar face of Domino High that was mostly after Tristan and Joey when they were up to mischief and played football without permission."Where do you come from all of a sudden?", The old man continued and scratched the back of his head: "And what are you doing in my rose bed in this elevator ...?"
"Hm ?!", his brow furrowed in confusion and he looked down at himself. He was standing in the middle of the rose bed, between two white-flowering sticks that were in full bloom and whose thorns, strangely enough, did not prick him. He was barefoot ... wore shorts made of linen, even if he couldn't remember how and when he should have torn them up. His shirt was white and made of cotton, woven using ancient techniques and tied around his waist with a strap. There were tight leather bracelets on his upper arms and wrists. No puzzle or plumb bob like he thought it would be. That was all the gods had given him ...
As little as