[center][h3][color=lightgreen]Amenoten[/color][/h3][/center]

Amenoten was in the presence of someone whose Egyptian as a foreign individual was indistinguishably noble, and to find an outsider of intellectual articulation in their own language was never heard before. Recalling inside of his memory, no human being throughout history of the desert dressed in her materials for garments. They frankly made the silent prince itchy to stare at as he listened. Some words the girl used, 'Smithsonian Museum,' or 'police,' only deepened the crease in his scowl when his eyes averted back to Callie's distraught expression. There was not a reasonable translation for them and the puzzlement intensified his glare upon the bracelet thrusted out for them to recognize.

For Amenoten himself, to stare into those lively eyes translated an honest understanding of the girl's emotions. Albeit fear and anxiety seemed a clear impression, but more importantly he calculated her lack of insanity as she explained a [b]colossal[/b] measurement of time, unusually private knowledge, and how she perceived all this as a trick. He was listening intently to the pertinent details, but there were a few signals lost in translation. Continuing to feel his mother's presence behind his back pressured Amenoten to devise a decision.

"How is it so possible for you to speak such Egyptian, but you refuse to treat us as we are, descendants of the gods themselves? We [i]do not[/i] need to explain ourselves, foreign cretin, and I will certainly not recant any words I speak! If you say a man was the original thief, then why did you not stop him? Does he even exist?"

"You cannot speak past the clarity of what is being perceived. The circles you spin us around are broken." He motioned the guards with an upward wave of the fist. They constricted their grip on her form as an act of pinning her between them. One brutally stretched her arm from the shoulder, the bracelet within reach of the prince now. He focused on the shine of the jewel and in the glare of gold caught his own muddled reflection in its slender band. When he met the stranger's face, her entire demeanor evoked a sense of insecurity. How could he feel so hesitant, when his father's honor lay unrested by this inception?

The cold gold felt like ice and burst with light--as soon as the prince touched his hand to the bracelet it captured him in a vision. A vision he was lost in, an insurmountable amount of power crashed the core of his being. Amenoten braced his entire body against the wave, his bones jarringly vibrated. Slivers of whispers, voices, screams of animalistic nature had him squeeze his eyes wide shut. But the gust of ethereal fury pulled the lids back, craning his head to look up into the majestic distance. Amenoten could not mistaken it, his vision brought him in the presence of himself, not too long from now, as the [b]pharaoh[/b] of their kingdom.

The illumination, bathed by colors of the dawn, waxed in the day and waned by the time of night. Before Amenoten realized he was torn away from the dream, his palm unwrapped from the bracelet in surprise. In his hand, it could only be described as a burn, the sign of the sun and its out reaching rays, imprinted for everyone to see.

Queen Nailah, baffled and darting a frustrated glare toward Diomedes, quickly stepped to the side of Amenoten. Upon observing what lay red in his palm, she ran her fingers over the symbol. It had the warm color of burnt sienna on his tan hand, reddish as a birthmark. Even the guards pulled Callie a couple steps back from the prince. His mother whispered softly, a prayer to the sun god himself, while Amenoten held his hand from his body. "Do you see this? Do you see what she gave to me from Father's bracelet?" He leaped forth and yanked on the bracelet again, practically pulling Callie head first toward himself. But nothing happened, not like before. The cuff also refused to slip off. Abandoning his regal guise, he turned to Diomedes, burning with the knowledge of what he saw inside.

"We should check the tomb tomorrow, under the light of the reborn sun. But you must believe me," he waved away the guards away from Callie impatiently, although he had little care for how tight he squeezed her arm. "Something is ominously speaking of our kingdom through her. And it will not release its hold on her, the bracelet [i]refuses[/i] to relinquish her."