"That's enough, Runihura," a voice suddenly said. Amunet felt a strange resonating feeling strike through her at the sound of the voice. Her core vibrated fiercely with the thumping of her own heart that seemed to overpower the storm raging around her. Amunet's head swiveled repeatedly around her looking for the source of the voice but there was no one. However, she knew she hadn't imaged it for Runihura looked to the sky as if hearing the noise as well. Instantly, the storm ceased and the sky cleared. Amunet still sat clinging to the side of ship soaking wet from the rain.

The blistering sun appeared from behind the clearing clouds and the sea calmed. Amunet stared at Runihura whose hurt and pain was etched on every part of his body. Unshed tears brimmed in his eyes and tension tightened the muscles in his shoulders and back. Runihura glanced over at Amunet and she felt another pang in her chest that had her clutching her heart and trying to control her breathing. More unidentifiable tears fell from Amunet's eyes and her body shook violently with caged sobs.

Runihura looked away from Amunet and in a flash of blistering light vanished. Amunet stared at the spot he had been in with utter confusion and bewilderment. Slowly, Amunet rose to her feet and looked around her at the ocean that stretched on forever. Then, suddenly, the ship began to morph and the sea blended away in a mesh of colors. Amunet shielded her eyes from more blinding light as a comfortable heat caressed her body and dried her skin and clothes. When Amunet opened her eyes again the scenery around her had changed. She no longer stood on a ship in the middle of the ocean but rather in a temple made of stone and gold that overlooked a vast sky with clouds drifting across the pillars. Amunet looked down at herself and found herself dressed in a lavish ground with embedded jewels that reflected the light at the slightest movement. She touched her head a little and felt a small diamond encrusted crown that rested against her forehead and wrapped around her head.

"You look beautiful, Amunet," the voice echoed again. Amunet spun around looking for the speaker again but actually found the figure this time. Sitting on a grand, gold throne was the most beautiful man Amunet had ever seen. Dark hair rippled around his head while stern and piercing eyes concentrated on Amunet causing her to shiver. He gripped a large staff in his right hand that he used as a support to stand. He moved across the room in almost a glide and stood in front of Amunet who felt small and weak in his presence. Even closer up, Amunet couldn't help but notice the resemblance between him and herself. Their jaws were angled in a similar way and both their skins were a pleasant bronze color. They each had a pair of bright and deep-set violet eyes that were at the center of their face and drew most of the attention away from their delicate but fine figures. The strange but familiar man reached a hand out and gently caressed Amunet's cheek. He said nothing for a long time and simply stared at the woman in front of him. Amunet felt the overwhelming feeling that the man in front of her was torn between kissing her and crumbling before her like Runihura had done.

"Who are you?" Amunet finally said breaking the silence. The man smiled sadly and brought his other hand to Amunet's face to encase her. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers. Amunet couldn't describe in words what happened next. A painful spark shot from her forehead to her toes and back. Her head pounded painfully and suddenly her knees gave out from under her. Amunet gripped the man's arm and looked down at her feet to try and steady herself. Memories that didn't seem to belong to her began flashing across her field of vision that resonated deep within her. It took her only a split second to realize that they were her memories before Mut had taken them. Amunet took a second to regain her composure and held on tightly to the man's shoulders as he kept her standing. After the pain and the headache had subsided, Amunet regained her balance and looked the man straight in the eyes. "Amun?"

The man smiled and brushed strands of hair from Amunet's hair and beads of sweat on her face.

"I've truly missed you Amunet," Amun said quietly. Amunet was at a loss for what to say and felt strange in her own skin. She could no longer discern what was real and what wasn't. The world seemed to be turning too fast and growing more and more chaotic with every passing second. Amunet's felt unnatural yet at home standing in front of Amun. A mix of hatred and love clouded her sight and bombarded her heart. Amunet wasn't sure what to say to the god who had once been her husband but had cast her away when someone newer had come along.

So Amunet resorted to her instincts.

In one fluid motion, Amunet struck the beautiful face of Amun.

Amun released Amunet and stumbled backward a few steps. A hand reached up to touch his reddening cheek and he stared at Amunet with obvious disbelief but a tad bit of amusement.

"I've missed you, Amunet," Amun said howling in laughter. He clutched his stomach almost painfully as he laughed. Amunet stood unsure of what to say and do. She felt awkward and uncomfortable just standing there but storming out wasn't an option considering the floating temple.

"What do you want, Amun?" Amunet said mustering up as much malice in her words as she could manage. Amun's face grew serious and clear hurt was etched across his face. "Returning my memories wasn't necessary. I could have lived without them considering there weren't a lot of pleasant ones."

"Do not lie, Amunet, it does not look very pretty," Amun said frowning and crossing his arms. "You never used to play the victim before. Has this mortal really changed you as much as Runihura says he has?"

Amunet shot Amun a look and moved past him to take a seat on his throne. Amun said nothing of the action and simply conjured up another seat directly across from Amunet along with two glasses of wine. Amunet took it immediately and downed the glass quickly before having Amun refill it. Amun didn't comment on her unladylike actions and simply poured the wine when Amunet outstretched her glass.

"Why did you go with Mut?" Amun suddenly asked. Amunet stared at him from over the brim of her glass and glared. "You were never stupid, Amunet. So I'm just curious as to why you would trust someone like Mut."

"That's not a very nice way to talk about your wife," Amunet said smiling slightly. Amun rolled his eyes and brought his own drink to his lips.

"Well, Mut isn't the most pleasant human being."

"Yet you married her."

"Yes, well," Amun said being to swirl the wine in his glass while studying it carefully. "You can't really control who you fall in love with. I knew very well that Mut was power hungry and fairly close to being psychotic, but she was beautiful, powerful, and captivating. I was drawn uncontrollably to her. Didn't you say the same thing to me when you confessed your feelings for the human?"

Amunet frowned and crossed her legs. She, too, stared at her wine glass and couldn't help but love the bloody red color that lapped and stained the edges of the glass.

"I have to admit to you, Amun, I'm not entirely sure why I followed Mut to Earth that day," Amunet said quietly. "I've always known of her hatred and jealousy of me. After all, you and I were born together as one soul divided between two bodies. The universe created us as one with the intention that you and I were to rule and be together for eternity. However, over the course of our years together, I quickly realized that you and I loved one another more as siblings than lovers. A part of me believes the universe saw this as well and hence why Mut was created. The great god Amun needed a wife who would bear children for him and be able to love him as a wife should. Not as a sister."

Amun said nothing and simply watched Amunet quietly.

"Following Mut that day was one of the hardest yet easiest things I've ever had to do. I didn't want to leave behind Runihura or you, but yet, as you stated earlier, I was drawn to Teremun." Amunet's eyes glassed over at the remembrance of the memory. "I can recall from the moment he was born that I knew he was destined for greatness. I was curious at first, but as he grew older something changed. I didn't look at him like I did the previous Pharaohs. He was special and I desperately wanted to meet him."

Amunet laughed a little to herself and stretched her hand out for more wine.

"To think I'd fall in love with a human."

A silence fell between the God and the previous goddess. Amun had been with her for thousands of years but never had he seen Amunet look so vulnerable. The walls that she had always used to shield herself seemed to have faded over the time they'd been apart.

"So you don't regret it?" Runihura's suddenly said. Amunet looked up and past Amun to see Runihura standing at the entrance to the temple. A melancholy gloom danced behind his eyes and Amunet felt her heart ache. Amun extended his hand and Amunet silently passed his glass over to him before rising from the throne and crossing the temple to her son. Amunet stretched a hand out and, just as Amun had done to her earlier, gently cupped his cheek.

"You weren't just my son, Runihura," Amunet said smiling at him. She looked at the many scars that covered his body and felt a surprisingly warm sensation fill her chest. "You were my warrior if I recall correctly."

Runihura nodded. Amunet smiled and wiped a tear from his eye.

"I'm sorry for leaving you," Amunet choked out. "I was being selfish and only thinking of myself. I didn't even weigh the consequences of trusting someone like Mut or the impact It'd have on you. I'm terribly sorry."

Runihura sunk to the floor and Amunet with him. Amun watched from a distance and said nothing.

"You never answered my question, mother," Runihura said resting his head on Amunet's shoulder. "Do you regret going with her and becoming a mortal?"

Amunet held Runihura close to her for several silent moments. She couldn't help but recall all the terrible moments that being a slave dancer had brought her. All the men who had abused her and touched her and the list of people who wanted her dead. But just as a sinking feeling had begun to take hold of her a single face flashed across her mind.

Teremun.

Amunet closed her eyes and squeezed Runihura tighter. She sighed a little and felt tears stream down her face, but unlike before she realized why she was crying now. She understood the strange tightness in her chest and why she'd felt so guilty before.

"No, Runihura, I don't regret following Mut that day," Amunet said quietly. Runihura said nothing and simply tightened his arms around Amunet and for a long time nobody moved or said anything for everyone feared of shattering the peaceful space they currently occupied.