Yu-Gi-Oh! © Kazuki Takahashi
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Hi guys. After a year or two of staying out of this fandom, I decided to write another story. This will be different then the story I tried writing before and I wish to finish this one (as long as I don't end up losing all my files like before). So just a little intro. This is, of course, set 3,000 years in the past at Egypt. Forgive me if I use classical terminology, but I don't know VERY old civilizations other then Egypt so I'll be using names like Greece and Germania. Just so you're aware. Ummm… if you get lost along the way don't be scared to message me and I love comments! Whatever you wish, improvement criticism or you just want to talk. I've always loved this part of the yugioh series, the millennium world I should say, and that's why it took me a while to get over the fandom (and I'm obviously not over it anyways XD) and if you have any ideas or OCs you'd like me to use message me! I'll tell you if I have room for them. I'm trying something new this time. I've been writing different parts of the story whenever I've felt like it before piecing everything together. Hopefully it will be easier than going chronologically in the story, and if it proves effective I'll try it in my other stories! So this is an experiment really, but I've always wanted to write a fanfic for yugioh and gave up years ago. So this will be a new attempt. And no, this won't be like the first one… probably. I don't know. I don't even remember most of what I wrote for it. I'll be using one OC from that story (Alexis), but anything else is up for grabs. Without further explanation, LET THE SHADOW GAMES BEGIN~! =D
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An ominous creature made her way into a town, sand blowing around her as strands of long black hair blew out from behind a long black cloak. She wore foreign clothes for the region, a foreigner many would assume. If a person looked closer they would see she wore clothes that had come from Asia Minor, a mixture of Miletus and Antioch styles of clothing. She wore a long black cloak that was wrapped around her neck and over her head, hiding most of her face and fanning out behind her in the breeze. She wore long white pants with a white top, both kept together with a black cloth belt. Her shirt was in the style of Asia, the embroidery a foreign style to the brown tint of color that was on her skin. She may have been considered a desert dweller if it hadn't been for her clothing, but she didn't care as long as she had clothes on. She wore long brown boots, her pant legs tucked into her shoes. You couldn't tell by first glance if she was royalty or not. There was so much variety that she could have been thought of as a slave, but also a mistress to a wealthy man too. She had a long brown bag that hung around her shoulder tucked under her arm, but had no other possessions in view. Still a person to be wandering the desert as a foreigner must have had some money, or that's what people assumed as the horse trotted into the town. The horse looked tired, but the woman kept her head upright as she peered around the town, looking for a well. "There's one," she motioned to the horse, letting the horse move on its own as it neared the well.
She jumped off of the horse and looked around, expecting someone to come by. Sighing she pulled up the bucket, full of water. She let the horse drink from the bucket, taking out a letter from under her cloak and reading it over. "Hey you!" she heard a few feet away as she saw an old man rushing over with his cane pointed at her. "You don't have permission to use our well –"
"No one came by so I thought it was a public well," the woman shrugged, gripping a hidden sword under her clothing as the man stood away. He glared, noticing the handle of the sword as she glared back at him under her hood. "What would you like me to do? My horse is already drinking from your well."
"… You could pay me," he offered.
"How much?" she asked.
"Thirty pieces of bronze," he said.
"What?" she snarled. "I've only had to pay nine at the last well."
"My offer stands –"
"Heh you're a simpleton," she huffed, brushing her black hair from her face and staring at him. His eyes went wide, noticing bright jaded green eyes glimmering through her hair before they flapped back and hid behind her hood. "I used to live here you know, and I know you haven't had a drought in few years. Don't try to use me. I'll give you ten pieces of bronze and my horse. How about that?"
"Y-your horse?" he looked at you puzzled, the horse snorting once he was done drinking.
The woman sighed as she dumped the rest of the water on the ground, knowing she shouldn't drink from the container after the animal had. "I do not need him anyways. I'm almost to my destination. Let me fill up my animal skin and I'll leave you the horse. He's a sturdy steed and is looking for a new master. What do you say?"
"… You can keep your money," the man nodded walking over to her and holding out his hand, "and I'll take the horse."
"Deal," she smirked, shaking his hand. The man watched as the woman threw the bucket back down the well, bringing it back up so she could have her fill. She pulled out her water and drank a few more drops, the man's eyes widening when he noticed the woman had only a few more drops of water. She must have been thirsty, but hadn't shown her dehydration as a normal person would. Instead she let the horse drink first, even though she was going to sell him to the man anyways. The woman filled up her skin, corking it and placing it back in her bag before petting the horse on the nose and ushering him over to the man. "This is your new owner," she told the horse, "now be a good boy and don't get in trouble."
The horse neighed and she chuckled, turning and deciding it was her time to leave. "T-thank you for the horse," the man said, the horse nipping at his hair and sniffing his clothes.
"You gave me water. I should be thanking you," the woman yelled back, turning around. His eyes widened as he saw a grin bright on her face as her green eyes twinkled at him with appreciation. "You have a good heart Nomti. Keep the horse in your care. He wants to help and not fight in battles anymore. He'll serve you well with your sheep."
His mouth dropped, hearing her words. The woman turned around and walked away, the man standing there stunned before he came back to his senses. "Hey lady!" He yelled as loud as he could, "Who are you? How do you know my name –" but the woman had already vanished into the desert, leaving Nomti puzzled and wondering who that strange woman really was.
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The foreign woman finally came upon the city she was looking for, wiping her brow as she gazed up at the palace from afar. "Wow I haven't seen that thing in years," she chuckled, gliding through the crowd and trying to blend in with the people. Everyone was in lighter clothing then she was and the woman sighed, knowing she'd have to 'find' new clothes and change into the style of this place. She was too foreign here, but she had traveled for months to make it here. She opened up her letter, sighing at the words that she could vaguely understand. Luckily she had been with a scribe when she was received the letter, never really learning how to read Egyptian except for basic letters and numbers. It read:
'It has taken all my resources to find you sister. I hope you receive this letter in time, for my life may soon end. I hope you come back home so I may see you again, so I may talk to you and speak with you like we used to. I know you would rather be on your various adventures, but right now I wish for you to return home. Do not mind our brother. He is still bitter, but I don't understand why.
Please return safely in one piece.
Your Favorite Sister
P.S. I hope you haven't been stealing these past years… okay I know you have, but I hope you have not have been doing so frequently. I wonder what you have been up to. Have the dreams gone away? Do tell me when you arrive or send me a letter back. Now I hope you don't startle anyone when you arrive. Please don't give me a heart attack.'
The woman chuckled, remembering the words the scribe had told her. There was more to the letter. There were directions to the location her sister would be. She was amazed with where she was, in the city of Thebes, the capital of Egypt, though the woman wasn't as surprised as she should have been. Her brother had been trying to join the royal service. Knowing her sister she had joined with her brother or was working there. So she would find her in the palace. That's where the map came in, the map on the back. It told of a level, three floors up from the ground level, and showed various rooms on that level. There was a circle and an arrow where she assumed her sister wanted her to go, which she would have to plan later. It wasn't nearly as dark as she had hoped and it was only midday. If she was going to sneak into the palace she would have to wait and, of course, have some fun along the way.
That's when the yells and cheers of a crowd perked her interest, making her way through and hiding her assets as a woman as she looked to a stage. She thought silently to the scene, listening to the man's words. He looked to be a priest, though not a high priest of Egypt, but had enough gold on him to be vulnerable to any thief, even a lowlife of a pickpocket sort of thief. Still the man's attire wasn't why she was staying, it was the screams of a woman in the crowd as she was being pushed away. "No you cannot kill him! YOU CANNOT!"
She was pushed through the crowd by guards and thrown out, the woman trying to claw her way through in an attempt to get back to the priest. The woman with a long black cloak weaved through the crowd, keeping her distance as her ears listened to the other woman before she gave up and turned away. She made her way back into the crowd and the woman followed, keeping her distance behind by several people to not bring up suspicion. Eventually the woman went down an alley way, the other woman sighing as she gripped the handle of her sword and walked through. Now she knew the woman knew she was following her, turning a corner before throwing a rotten piece of wood at her face as she turned the corner. "Get away from me!" she cried out as she trembled and held a handful of rocks in her hand. "Who are you –"
"I heard your angry cries from the crowd," she told her, the woman letting down her guard as she noticed she was actually a woman and not a man, "and I was wondering if I could be of service."
"Service?" she snorted. "Why?"
"Well I'm new around here," she explained, "and I haven't been here for a few years now. I was wondering how the state of the country is in, Egypt I mean, and if you tell me I'll help you with this man whom they locked up. So? Do we have a deal?"
"… Why should I trust you?" she huffed.
"I may be the only person who can help you," the woman smirked, "and trust me, I doubt anyone else will try to offer their services. I don't know why this man is in jail and will be killed, but I'll free him for you if you give me the information."
The woman paused, sighing as the rocks dropped from her hand and she scratched the back of her head. "Follow me," she insisted, the other woman following behind her as they made their way through the alleys. The woman was obviously hesitant with the other, but she had no other choice. She was truly out of options. She brought the woman into a small house, locking the door behind her as she offered the woman to sit down in a chair. The mysterious woman smiled at the other, her eyes narrowing as she looked at her suspiciously and sat in a chair several feet from her. "They had taken my husband you see," she began to explain, "and also my sister-in-law. They took them because… because he was suspected of being this terrible thief that has been stealing from various tombs and raiding villages and towns. They suspected him because of his job. He manages a merchant trade you see, but we have never come across these thieves. Now he was with his sister and they were captured for suspicion of treason days ago and brought here, which they will be tried and killed. My husband will be killed, but I don't know of my sister-in-law. If I could I'd save her too, but I can only wish that one will live on." The woman sighed, running a hand through her head again as she looked around the room. "I would have never agreed to this. I don't even know you, but you're right. I need the help. You just want information you say? What type?"
"Well for starters what's your name?" she asked, "and if you won't give me that what's your husband's name? I'll need to know if I'm going to be able to save him."
"His name is Issa," she sighed, "and he's probably kept in the lowest part of the dungeons. I heard it from one of the guards. They haven't been… feeding him," she coughed slightly, trying to keep strong.
"Do you have any kids?" she asked.
"Several," the woman nodded, "but a few are out and I only have two at the house –"
"Here's what I'll do," she began. "I will get the guards to arrest me and bring me into the palace. Tonight I will try to find your husband. I may have to stay another night, but only suspect us to be gone for one night," she explained. "Now I want you to gather all your children and leave. If my suspicions are correct there is a village miles away where you could wait. When I left there was barely anyone there and maybe by now it's abandoned. It's close to Esna, a few leagues away. The well may have dried up so don't expect water, but I should be back with your husband by then." She sighed, pulling off her hood and revealing her face; the woman gasping in shock at the beauty and youthfulness the woman had as she went into her bag and pulled out her animal skin. She gulped. Why would an attractive young woman, who should be married by now, helping a worthless woman like herself? She watched as the woman drank down some of her water, sighing as she wiped a bit of the water on her brow before continuing. "I want you, when you get there, to take out an old cloth and tie it around a post next to the house you are in. Make it black and make sure it's old. If you don't do this I won't be able to find you, and if it's not old the guards that may be patrolling will go and investigate the object. Make sure you're there by morning tomorrow. Leave right now, before the sun starts to go down in the sky. I know this is all too sudden, but if we don't act now your husband may die soon."
The woman nodded, biting her bottom lip at her words. "I… I will do this," she nodded, "but what is your name? Why are you helping me?"
The other woman smirked, pulling her black hair back into her cloak as she pulled up her hood and put her skin back in her bag. "You have a kind heart," she began, "and you're only trapped in a horrible circumstance. Trust me; I'm only helping you because of two reasons: your heart and your circumstance. Now there are a few more questions I have about this place before I go woman."
"Of course," the woman nodded, "and my name is Mandisa, not woman."
"Mandisa…" she smirked, "beautiful name."
"Thank you," she giggled, waiting patiently as the mysterious woman who had come to her rescue and had decided to help her. Of praise the gods! This must have been the works of the gods… or maybe, she wondered, this woman was one of them. A goddess in the flesh. Well she couldn't jump to conclusions. This woman was here to help! She had to make sure this woman would go through with her plan. So she answered the woman's questions, throughout the day until the sun started to roll across the top of the sky and begin to set.
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The woman jumped down, making sure everything she had on was secure before she made her way back into the crowd. She'd have to get their attention, and the best way was to steal something right in front of the guards' noses. She pick pocketed a few civilians, but yet the guards took no notice of her. She snorted. "Wow they've gotten worse," she huffed, walking around on the streets trying to come up with a new plan. Then it hit her and she smirked.
She snaked through the crowd and came up behind one of the guards, the most oblivious one speaking to another guard as they talked and laughed among themselves. She rolled her eyes, her hands slipping around his long spear as she slipped it out of his hands. She dashed away, looking behind with a grin on her face till it quickly dropped, growling under her breath when the guy didn't notice. "My gods they're the worst!" she snarled. "What the hell has happened in this country?"
She sighed and twirled the spear in her hand, walking sluggishly around in annoyance. Then the words she wanted to hear finally came out, the woman laughing deviously as she began to run through the crowd. "STOP! THIEF!" she heard, slipping through the crowd to a more desolate area. She hated crowds and she needed them to follow her, so she patted her foot on the ground and let them come to her, the woman slipping right out of their grasps as she took off back into the main streets. She looked behind, seeing how many guards were chasing her. About four, but that was alright. She'd get rid of one and pissed the others off. That way, when they notice she's not a he, they'll be so angry that they'll throw her in jail. She used the spear as a javelin and threw herself up into the air, grabbing the other end of the spear as she coasted through the air and quickly got the attention of the people around her.
She laughed at them, those guards much slower than others she had encountered and stepped onto pieces of wood that were sticking out of the homes. She took off and ran as fast as she could, running over a tied up rope and making her way across. "You're so slow!" she taunted, hearing growls from the guards as the four multiplied to six. Okay it was about time to get rid of a few of them. She jumped down onto a cart, slamming her feet on the higher end and throwing its contents behind her. The guards yelled as they tried to dodge, pieces of large melons flying at them and hitting a few in the head. She smirked, jumping off and dashing down the street.
The woman may want the guards to follow her, but she wasn't going to go down without a fight. She twisted her body and threw the spear behind her, almost hitting the guard she had stolen it from in the face as it flew past his face and cut through the cloth on his head. The woman laughed, gawking at him as the man growled and began to dash at her. Then her eyes narrowed and she slipped past his grasp a few moments before he could grab her, dashing back through the streets, but slowly so he could keep up with her. She turned a corner and her eyes widened, coming face to face with the nose of a horse. The horse neighed, flipping her rider off, and the guards jumped back startled. "Hey now," the woman waved her arms, getting the horse's attention as she gently pet her nose and pulled down on her reins. "Sorry for scaring you little mare," she smiled as the horse began to settle down. "Good horse… good girl," she chuckled as the horse began to nuzzle at her cloak.
"Get her!" she heard the guard yell, ripping out his sword and aiming it at her arm.
She narrowed her eyes and tripped him, pulling out her own sword and holding it to his neck. "Bitch don't get in my way," she growled at him, smirking as she cut into his chest and wrote a large 'R' on his chest.
"Hey what the hell –"
The horse neighed, the guard jumping back on the ground as the horse came up and snorted at him. "Izza it's alright," came a voice from behind, the horse narrowing her eyes at her master as she hid the woman behind her neck.
"It's alright girl," the woman smiled as she patted her head, though she made no moves to move away.
The man glanced at the guard, the woman raising an eyebrow at him as he walked past her and over to the guards. "Could you care to tell me why you're chasing after a woman of all people?" he narrowed his eyes, a guard hissing as he wiped away the blood from his cheek.
"She stole my spear –"
"Maybe you shouldn't have been reckless Ptah, or will I have to remind you why you're here?" he narrowed his eyes, the guard bowing to him.
"No sir, Mahado," he corrected himself, the priest turning around and looking over at the woman.
"Now –"
"What is the chase over already?" the woman pouted. "Awww~~ that wasn't very fun. You know if you capture me you could sell me for a handsome amount of money. I'm wanted in… I think thirty four different countries. Maybe you should turn me in," she smirked.
The man's eyes widened with her honesty, but then his light blue eyes narrowed at her smugness. "Who are you woman?" Mahado asked.
"None of your business priest," she snorted back, petting the mare's nose before letting out a tired huff. "Well~? Are you bringing me to jail or not?"
The man blinked, glaring at the woman as she stared back into his eyes. His blue eyes widened, her jaded green eyes piercing deeply into his own. "Guards, bring this thief to the lowest level of the dungeon and tell me where you place her when I get back."
"Yes sir!" they saluted, trying to grab hold of the woman.
She growled and threw her arms around, punching one of the guards in the face before she was grabbed in a chokehold. "Gently," Mahado said in a rough voice, her eyes darting over to the man in surprise as she dug her nails into the guard who had grabbed her from behind and had his hand around her neck.
"Y-yes sir," the guard nodded, letting go of the woman's neck and setting her back on the ground.
She shook her head and cursed under her breath, snarling at the man behind her. "Palace bitch," she growled, the guard growling back at her as he roughly gripped her hands and handcuffed her hands behind her back.
Mahado had to smirk at the woman's spunk, hearing her yell and curse at the guard as he tried with all his willpower to not slap her in the face. "High priest," said a man next to him, "we need to look into the last bandit raid in Tentyris in the Upper Egypt region."
"I know," Mahado sighed, "now let's get going." The villagers moved aside as the horse passed by, the woman calming down once she had been arrested. She couldn't help but smirk at her triumph, one step closer to completing her mission. What she didn't notice were the unwanted stares she had gotten, many filled with shock, but a few smirking with intrigue.
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The woman sighed, watching the sun go down from the cell she was trapped in. "One more hour," she told herself, sitting back on the stone slab they called a bed as she waited for the time to go by. She had promised herself she would never get caught, but this wasn't by accident. This was completely on purpose. She just hoped that they wouldn't be suspecting her and keeping an eye on her. Then she'd be able to break out and find Iss –
"Now lookie here," came a voice outside the cell, the woman looking up before her eyes widened to see a guard with a bandage on his face and one on his chest, "looks like I'm taking care~ of you, you little snot-nosed bitch."
"Hi… Ptah is it?" she smirked, the man snarling at her. "Yeah that's the name. Means opener, doesn't it mister guard?"
"What are you implying wrench –"
"Nothing," she put her hands up in defense, "but I bet you're not really a man behind that slave driver you call a pharaoh –"
"Don't you dare call my master a slave driver!" Ptah growled, opening the door with his keys and grabbing hold of her shirt. His snarl increased at the devious grin on her face, slamming her head into the wall.
Then he got an idea, smirking as he grabbed hold of the black cloth belt around her body and threw it away. "Hey get off of me bastard!" she cried out, trying to push the man's hands away as he laughed at her and tried to pull off her pants.
"That's what you get for messing with me whore!" he laughed, knowing she wouldn't be able to move as he pinned her tighter to the slab with his body. "I'll fuck you so~ hard that your mind won't be able to process any of those insults ever again –"
"What's going on here?" came a voice from the gate, Ptah's eyes growing wide as a young girl with a wand pointed it at his nose. "Leave here and get some other guard down here, you jerk," she snarled, the guard pushing himself off of the slab and pressing the wand away from his head.
"Mana put the wand down –"
"You're not Mahado," she growled, "so go away! I'm in charge till he gets back and if I see you close to this prisoner again I'll freeze your body for a week! Understood?"
Ptah sighed, leaving the jail and slamming it behind him. Mana smirked in triumph, helping the woman up as she rubbed her sore head. "Thanks kid," she answered, Mana smiling happily as she giggled and jumped up beside her.
"No problem miss!" Mana laughed. "So why are you in jail anyways –"
"Oh I had a run in with a bunch of guards," she shrugged. "Nothing I couldn't handle, but I ran into a horse and was stopped. Clumsy me I suppose," she sighed and shook her head.
Mana smiled as she jumped up and grab the food she had set down, setting it beside the woman as she stared at her with suspicious eyes. "My master, Mahado, told me to bring you some food," she explained. "It's just some water and bread. Nothing fancy. He wanted to talk to you when you got back, but he'll be gone for most of the night because he had to see how bad a town got raided."
"Raid?" she questioned her.
"Oh yes. We've had a bunch of problems with this group of thieves. Their leader is called the King of Thieves, but that's all we've heard," Mana shrugged. "What? You don't know?"
"If you hadn't noticed by my attire, I'm not a regular citizen," she told her, staring into her dark forest green eyes and making the girl flinch back. The woman smirked, noticing the sudden fear in the girl's eyes as she saw into her bright jaded green eyes. Then she turned her head, not caring to stare at the girl any longer. "Anyways, are you a witch or something?"
"Sorceress-in-training!" she giggled happily, "Though I confess I have problems keeping up with my studies. There's just so much work! So much excitement around here!"
"Well, anyways thanks for the food girl," she smiled.
"No problem," Mana giggled. "I'll get you a new guard. That guy was just a jerk. Leave everything to me!" The woman raised an eyebrow as the girl left, not even bothering to lock the door behind her.
The woman shook her head, "What a fool," she chuckled, "but yet has a good soul," she agreed with herself. She sighed, looking out a crack in the wall to the sky. It was almost time, but she'll have to wait a few more hours for the new guard to start getting drowsy. Besides, she smirked as she moved the keys from her back and set them under her butt, that guard was easier to distract then she thought. "Fools," she smirked as she grinned deviously. They were making everything too~ easy.
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A young man looked up, hearing a rustling down in the hallway as he heard a guard near him let out a grunt. Then out of nowhere a woman appeared, a brown side bag around her body with a black cloak over her face. He stared at her confused, the woman panting as she looked at him through the bars. "What's your name?" she asked between pants.
"Issa," he answered confused. "Who are –"
"Your wife is Mandisa right?" she asked.
"Y-yes, how –"
"No time," she huffed as she took out keys from under her cloak and unlocked his bars before walking inside. "Your wife sent me. She's waiting with your kids a few towns from here.
"S-she hired you?" he gasped, the woman unlocking his chains and helping him up. She could tell he wasn't in the healthiest of conditions, but if he had the willpower he would be able to escape.
"You could say that," she nodded. "Now let's go. We don't have a lot of time till someone finds us –"
"Wait!" he stopped her. "We need to bring my sister with me."
The woman nodded, "Fine, but where is she?"
"I know the direction they took her in," he explained, "but I don't know where exactly she is –"
"Then come," she said pulling on his arm, "you'll show me then." The man followed behind her, though his walk was staggered. He had been beaten and whipped several times, barely given any time to rest. His next beating was going to be a few hours from now, so he knew the woman had to hurry or else she would be caught too. Oddly enough she seemed to know where she was going, which surprised the man because he barely gave her any directions. Issa groaned, gripping the wall as he looked at his feet. The woman sighed, rushing back over to him and crouching her back to him. "Well?" she huffed. "Jump on."
"But –"
"Don't give me that manly crap," she snarled. "You're hurt. Now get on my back before I leave you behind." He sighed, letting his body fall on top of hers as she grunted and grabbed his legs. Even though he must have been a third bigger then herself she didn't complain, moving as fast as she could in the dark as they moved to and fro. Then she stopped, looking into a dark cell. "Is that her?" the woman asked, Issa jumping off of her back and stumbling over to the cell.
"Dalila is that you?"
"I-issa?" the woman looked up, her eyes lighting up as she jumped to her feet and ran to the cell. "My gods ! –"
"Shut up," the other woman said roughly, holding Dalila's mouth as she glared at her. "There's guards about. Here Issa the key. Get her out of the cell and I'll knock out the nearby guards."
Issa nodded as the woman took off, Dalila staring at him confused as he stumbled to the door and unlocked it. "Who is she?" she asked roughly.
"She~ is getting us out of here," he told her.
"W-why –"
"She said Mandisa sent her, so I think we can trust her," Issa said, grabbing Dalila's hands and unlocking the chains.
"I-I hope so," she sighed, "but I doubt Mandisa would want to save me –"
"I insisted," Issa smiled, "and she didn't argue –" They paused, hearing a few bodies fall to the floor with a light thud. "Anyways let's get out of here. I can't stand another minute in here."
Dalila nodded and let him unlock her chains, her eyes widening as he stumbled onto her slab bed. "I-issa?" she frowned, looking at his leg and noticing the blood.
"I-I'm alright –"
"It's a rock," the other woman told him, grabbing his foot. He let out a gasp, trying to keep his pain down as he grit his teeth. "There that's better," the woman smiled, grabbing the keys from him and helping him back on her back. "Dalila I'll need you to open the doors."
"No problem," she nodded, opening the door of her cell as she gently closed it behind her.
Dalila paused when she heard the woman stop, the other woman grinning at a man in the cell. "Hey boy," she huffed, the man looking up at her through his cell.
"What? Plan on bring me along sweet cheeks –"
"Shut up dirt bag," she huffed as she dangled the keys at him. "Don't you want out, little caged bird?" The man went quiet, the woman smirking at him. "That's better." She threw the keys at him, just an inch beyond his reach as he ran for the keys and was stopped by his chains. "Tell the rest of the men that came with you that you're welcome~" she gave him a pathetic bow, looking over at Dalila as she gave her a confused look. "Come on let's get out of here," she sighed, showing Dalila the way and having her hold the door for her as they ran out.
When they finally came to the ground level there was a bunch of sleeping servants, the woman telling them to be quiet as they snuck through. Using her memory the woman led them to the back, where a hidden entrance for the slaves were so they can go to and fro into the city. "Here Issa stay upright," she said having the man lean against his sister, the woman dashing off and disappearing for several minutes.
"Do you think she's betrayed us?" Dalila asked.
"I doubt it," he huffed. "I don't see why she wouldn't if she's getting paid –"
"Here hold these horses," the woman said, emerging from a corner with two horses in her hands. The woman helped Issa on the horse before Dalila on the other, asking the horses to stay quiet as they moved in the night. She came across more guards and threw the reins at Dalila, dashing off and slitting their throats as they fell to the ground. "Sorry that you saw that, but we have to get out of here," the woman explained, moving the horses out of the palace gates as they made it into the open city. The streets were almost empty, except for the places where the 'nighttime people' were out and about. She pulled the horses in that direction, glancing behind her every few seconds expecting something to happen. Issa looked behind his back as Dalila nervously looked around, not liking the looks she was getting from people. "Do you know how to ride?" the woman asked them.
"I do, but Dalila doesn't," Issa told her.
"Good," the woman nodded. "There's a sandstorm that will come by in a few more minutes. If we get out of town when it hits we should be okay –"
Their heads whipped behind, hearing the guards sounding an alarm as there were screams in the palace. "Nek!" she yelped, throwing the reins at Issa as she slapped the horse and jumped on the back of Dalila's horse. "Make it out of the city!" she called to the man, cracking the reins as the horse neighed with the sudden shock and took off down the streets. Woman screamed as men pulled them away, Dalila clinging to the mane of the horse as the other woman shielded her from anything that may hit them from above. The woman watched as the horse made it out of the gates, growling as they started to close upon them. "Hurry up!" she cried out, Dalila's eyes widening at the sound. What did she just say? She had never heard that language. Before she could think about it further Dalila cried out as the woman pushed her head down, avoiding the gate just as it came down. "Woot!" the woman laughed, cracking the reins again as the horse neighed loudly into the night and she waved at the guards that had woken up. "Better luck next time boys~~!" she laughed, having the horse to dash off into the desert in an attempt to catch up with Issa before the storm came through.
When they caught up with him she noticed a long spear sticking out of his back, Dalila letting out a cry. "Issa!" she gasped, attempting to jump off of the horse to grab hold of him.
"Stay here you idiot!" the other woman growled, cracking the reins as she caught up with the other horse and grabbed the reins. "Woh boy, WOOOH!" she told him, the horses slowing down as they went to a trot. She glanced over at the wound and chuckled, shaking her head as she started slapping the man in the face. "Hey," she said, slapping him roughly, "Issa wake up."
"I-I'm s-s-sooory –"
"Don't start!" she growled, slapping him as hard as she could across his face as he woke up with a jolt. "You're almost there Issa. Stay awake and you'll be fine."
"B-but it –"
"It's just a stab wound," she huffed, "not even deep. Suck it up like a man and keep going. You don't want to leave you wife and kids alone in this horrible world, do you?"
"N-no –"
"Dalila, make sure he stays awake," the woman told her, Dalila nodding as she tapped Issa's tired face as he groaned. She watched as the woman tied blindfolds around the horses' eyes, whispering in their ears in a strange language before bringing one up to Issa's face. "Now I'm going to blindfold you so your eyes don't get sand in them," the woman told him, Issa nodding as he let the woman tie the blindfold on. "Same with you Dalila," she said. "I'll try to keep you close to Issa's horse, but make sure he's still breathing and I'll make sure we get out of here in one piece. Got that?"
"Y-yes," she nodded, grabbing the cloth and tying it around her eyes.
They heard yelling, slashing sounds coming from the city and the woman chuckled. "Knew those thieves would get out," she laughed, tapping the horses into a run as they galloped into the desert.
"H-how do you know they're thieves –"
"Oh you can tell by the way they hold themselves," the woman shrugged. "That man in the cell looked to be a general or chief by how his shoulders were hunched in defeat and the fresh whips on his body, many fresh whips on his body. They don't do that unless they think he has information, so he was either a spy that was caught or led a raid and failed."
"W-wow I didn't know that," Dalila answered, the woman giving her a smile.
"You pick up on those things when you're on the run," she chuckled at Dalila, her face going blush. "Hang on," the woman told her as she pulled her cloak closer to her face, "here comes the storm." Dalila yelped as she felt the sand, gripping the woman's clothes as she wrapped her arms around her waist. Her eyes widened as she heard the woman laughing wildly, speaking to the horses in a language she had never heard of as she guided them through the desert.
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A/N: I hope to keep all my chapters about this length. I may need to go over or under, but expect the reading to be about this length… maybe less. This chapter was a bit longer than I anticipated. And the underline means they're speaking in a different language, or at least a different language then basic Egyptian. So what do you think? Likes? Dislikes? We'll see how this story goes. I'm actually excited to write this, if you'll believe me or not XD I'm deciding if I'll delete my first attempt at a yugioh fanfic or not (the ones that say REWRITE on them). The problem is I've never had time to read them over and either way I don't think I like where the story was going. Plus it got confusing and I lost my files and… yeah. That's pretty much it. I'm sorry if you guys liked that story, but hey I plan on writing this one! And long as I get support… that's the problem. There doesn't seem to be a lot of people left who like this fandom. Oh well. I think that's why I quit writing those fanfics. Well we'll see what happens I suppose. The plan is about 40x chapters, but we'll see what happens. It'll probably be more, but it could be less too. I may want to add little filler chapters that have no significance to the plot. That usually happens when I have a random OC someone requests and I don't know where to put it.
Here, I'll give you a broad view of the OCs I need. OCs for the palace, like servants or perhaps workers. Not those with prestige. Just simple people. OCs for the TK's hideout. Slave girls, wives (yes there's wives for thieves), or just thieves. There are not a lot of women thieves, even in this story, but if you'd like me to add one I'll do so. She can keep my character company XD Children too. Or very young ladies who are virgins. Or whatever. Doesn't matter to me. They can have both backgrounds too. Someone who works as a servant in the palace, but is actually working as a double-agent for Bakura. I already have a character like that, but if you have an OC like that I'll place that in there. Generally the OCs will replace the other characters in my mind, if anyone gives them to me that is. And lastly there can be an OC(s) that have special powers, like how Bakura can summon diabound. Now if you're going to ask me don't use ALL of these ideas. I want some variety here ^^. Just whatever you'd like really and I'll see if I can fit them in this story. They may not be able to though, so be prepared for that. Ummm… and also the OC doesn't HAVE to have a place in the ideas above. They're just ideas. I'd be spending most of the character's story in those places, so just keep that in mind when you're deciding on an OC. The OC can come from somewhere else for all I care, but the setting is in Egypt so they have to be linked there for one reason or another, temporary or permanent resident. Okay I'm done ranting now =3 I hope you are enjoying this new story! =D SEE YOU LATER!
Nomti – Egyptian – strength
Issa – Egyptian – God saves
Mandisa – Egyptian – sweet
Izza – Arabic – honor, fame
Ptah – Egyptian – opener
Dalila – Egyptian – gentle
nek – Egyptian – f*ck