"How much longer do you think it will be?"

"Have patience Mana."

The girl sighed.

"But Master, Prince is so close! He finally got back into the physical world and has even seen the Tablet of Lost Memories! If Priest Seto's descendant wasn't so denying he might already be here." She grumbled.

"He's not "Prince" Mana. He's Pharaoh-" Mahad inhaled but the word didn't form.

Mana tensed. The magician let out a humorless laugh.

"What poor servants we are when we don't even know our master's name."

Mana was silent. Everyone knew it wasn't their fault they couldn't remember the king's name. Wherever "here" was. The Pharaoh had sealed it away well.

It wasn't their fault.

But it was still a disgrace.

The master and apprentice sat there in comfortable silence. Until Mana felt it. He was calling to her.

"Well, looks like I'm up." She said cheerfully and stood up.

Mahad nodded. "Serve him well, most likely I'll be summoned soon as well."

The girl nodded as she faded, her monotone clothes turning into much more vibrant ones.

"Right!"