Anubis, God of Death (a YJ FanFiction)

Chapter 3

"Hey momma! Momma!" A little girls voice rang out through my head, "Momma come quick." The little girl yelled anxiously.

"Okay okay, darling. What is it?" It was a younger womans voice now. Her voice sweet and soft like velvet. As if every word she has ever spoken was with kindness, love and compassion. As if she'd never said a lie in her life.

That's when my black mind, starts to become an image.

A little girl with boy short black hair, running around in what seemed to be a robe of white fabric, wrapped around her tiny waste and little shoulders, a gold medal with a black diamond jewel in the middle of it, keeping it held together. She was tiny, barely taller than a young todler.
Her eyes were a beautiful light purple eyes.

She was me. Small..fragile, and weak.

Her... My name, Lallil Pharoah.

I was chasing a blue butterfly, that had flown free from my jar.

My bare feet padded against the cold tile of my room. We had a Pharaohs home, being a rich noble family in Egypt, we had the best of everything.

Finally coming into the picture was the woman I knew as my mother. Her hair barely touched her shoulders, and was the darkest of blacks, so black that it looked like you were looking into a black hole. Her eyes a light pale yellow-orange. She stood at a height of 5'8, and was very lean.

Her name was Karleen Pharaoh.

"Darling where have you run off to?" She had her hands cupping around her mouth, so that her voice projected louder.

A strong gust of wind had pushed a cloud of smoke over our home, and throughout the open house.

The butterfly that I was once chasing had disappeared from my sight, and I stopped running. I took a deep breath, and choked on the thick black smoke.

"Momma! Momma!" I panicked and turned back to the house and started running.

My mother sat there on the tiled floor, her back to me and pleading with a man who stood over her.

Her hands were held above her in a weak position of defense.

The man only stood there; body shrouded in black clothing, and face covered up to the bridge of his nose. The only skin that I could actually see, was the slit to show his... No, her green eyes.

The woman swiftly pulled out her Katana and twirled it a few times in her fingers. Her right leg moved back and she stood in a fighting stance.

She brought the blade up near her face; both hands holding it, and spun quickly, bringing the blade down to my mother's open chest. The sword slashed open her skin; so deep, that it most likely cut against the rib bones.

The only thing I could even think of doing, was allowing my eyes to squeeze shut, and my mouth to fall open to let an ear piercing scream escape my lips.

Suddenly the picture faded, and my Mind was drawn blank once again...

"Wake up.." a quiet but anxious voice sounded through out my flashback.

"Wake up." The voice came again, but much clearer.

"Wake up!" A slam sounded throughout my head, and I quickly sat up.

Pain surged through my body, after an ache took its place.

"Ahhh... Shit." I go to reach my head, where a painful headache came to mind. My hands stopped a few centimeters off the table, and I looked down.