Ancient Egypt was different from the Egypt of today. The Sphinx was
honoured; the pyramids were sacred grounds, as they were the chambers of
the dead pharaoh's, and also to help the pharaoh reach his final
destination to go to the Underworld, which is an adventure unto its self.
Also there was a phoenix, though no record has remained of her living in those times. This could be because of her betrayal to the pharaoh. But we shall start the story at the proper place, the beginning.
Over three thousand years ago there lived a wise pharaoh, who had adopted the child of his dearest friend, who was dying. The child is a phoenix, a powerful one, this could be for a number of different reasons, the child had powerful parents, and it did; or, the child was the last of its kind and with no one to rival their own power, how could they not be powerful?
Two month's later the Egyptian God's graced the wise pharaoh with the happy news that his wife had given birth to a boy. The phoenix now had someone to grow up with, but there was the small matter of her power, and her looking so different from the rest. This was taken up by the pharaoh's very own brother, named Akunadin, who was the holder of the millennium eye.
"My pharaoh, this phoenix is not one of us....." The pharaoh's brother began to speak.
"Silence, I know what you, and the other priest's think," The pharaoh began, but they were interrupted, for there was a large beautiful fire bird, with a mane of blonde feathers, and beautiful honey golden eyes, and with feather's that were on fire, who flew into the room gracefully as any wondrous creature.
"This creature doesn't even know what privacy is!" Akunadin exclaimed, pointing to the graceful creature who landed in front of the pharaoh, as if bowing to him..
The priest's watched, as the phoenix managed to turn herself in to a human girl, to which they gasped, and then after a minute, return to her natural form.
"I don't see what is wrong Akunadin, she is still a child, and unlike my son, she will not be trained hard to learn all the pharaoh must know,"
The phoenix would have smiled at them, should her beak have permitted, and she then, bowed once more the pharaoh, she took off into the air, and flew away..
*
As the pharaoh's son, Yami, grew up, so did Dranzer, right by his side. She learned to master her transformation, and could be a human for nearly a whole day. While Yami is trained to become king, Dranzer learned about her kind, and is given one thing to remind her of her parents.
"This Dranzer is for you to wear with pride. Silver was the one type of metal that your mother loved wearing, and this is to be given to you, as your mother requested," The Queen told the phoenix, who was in her human form, with her fiery red hair tied back with pin's, and her golden honey eyes looked at the beautiful Queen in wonder.
The Queen smiled, and carefully placed the tiara of silver onto Dranzer's head, making sure it was on correctly, and would not fall off. This she had the servant's do, and she noticed that Dranzer wanted to see herself with this tiara that was speacially made for her by her own mother.
"This should remind of your own mother, for she wanted you to have one that was made by your own kind," The Queen told the phoenix-girl, who had tear's in her eyes.
"Am I the last of my kind?" Dranzer asked the Queen, her eyes watering over, and tears spilt.
"Yes my dear. The very last from what we are aware of. That is why you are here with us, for us to protect you, and raise you properly. To make you become the finest phoenix in the land," The Queen stroked Dranzer's hair gently.
"One day, I will be the best phoenix in the world. But, if I am the only phoenix, I am already the best," Dranzer stated, her head on the Queen's lap.
"My dear child, you are the last phoenix, but there have been may a phoenix who were the best of there kind before you. To become the best, make the people remember you by all the good you'll do," The Queen told Dranzer, who nodded and then sighed with content.
"I will, one day people will talk about me, guarding the pharaoh!" Dranzer told her, looking the Queen in the eye.
"And you shall be a fine guard. But remember, the priest's are the pharaoh's guards as well," The Queen told the phoenix-girl, who smiled at her.
"I know, but I don't need a monster to protect me, or get my own soul hurt. I am a phoenix. There is nothing stronger than me!" Dranzer said, then bowed to the Queen, and leaving the room.
"Child, as you grow, you will learn about the gods," The Queen whispered.
*
The first time the young phoenix-girl left the palace, the visit proved to be a disaster. Dranzer managed to sneak away from her guards, and walked around on her own. She saw a young boy, with white hair and tanned skin, pick-pocketing. The red haired girl was surprised at how easy it was to do such a thing, and followed the boy to find out what else he knew.
When she found where the boy had entered, she sneaked in, and hid to watch what was happening.
"Boy! You are meant to be a thief! This is too low!" The man growled at the boy, who whimpered; "This is too pathetic! Even for you!" The man continued to yell at the white haired boy.
The man wore filthy brown kilt, which stopped just above his knees, the man's hair was also filthy, and it looked as though it was meant to be a lighter shade than it was already. The young boy didn't look any better, though his white hair was clean and fresh, he had mud on one of his cheeks, and his clothes were slightly covered in dirt, but only at the hem. Unfortunately Dranzer was starting to give off a red aura around her, allowing the man to be aware of her presence, just when he was ready to strike the boy with his muddy hand.
"So, is this what you thought you'd bring to me?" The man asked the white haired boy, and looked at Dranzer, who looked fairly upper class compared to the two of them.
Dranzer did not utter a word, her anger spoke for her. The man started to notice that his own flesh felt like it was on fire, it then began to melt and he began to scream in pain as the fire spurted from his own flesh, consuming him, and leaving nothing left but ash remains.
The boy, who was about Dranzer's age, probably a little older, watched this with amazement, he was about to walk towards the phoenix girl, who suddenly came out of her trance like state and noticed what had happened to the man. She took a step back, as if in shock, and looked at the boy.
"Are you all right?" The boy asked her.
Dranzer just shook her head, and fled the scene, tears filled her eyes at the thought of causing a person's death, and by her own power, and she had no control over it what so ever. That thought alone was enough to scare her so much, that she ran towards the guards, and have them take her back to the palace, and then she would inform either the pharaoh, or the Queen.
*
After the incident the pharaoh decided that Dranzer should not leave the palace for some time. She was never bored, she usually listened in on the conversations that Mahaado, the priest who had the Millennium Ring, had with the young prince, though she never joined in.
Although Dranzer learned a lot from listening to conversations, she wanted to see life outside the palace walls again, the memory of killing a person fading, replaced by the wanting of seeing the people outside the palace walls, the more colourful market place, where she could see so many people, and lot of different things.
After a long time of asking and pleading with the pharaoh and his Queen, which was over six month's later was the phoenix-woman allowed to go back out into the village. She was watched by some other guards, but she managed to slip by them, and wander around the market place along. Her keen eye sight caught some white hair, though not completely visible. Then she saw a male figure walking towards her, he wore a few gold rings on his hands, one on each finger and he wore a kilt that was an earthy red in colour, and also a cloak which was cream. The golden honey eyed phoenix- woman looked around her, and noticed she was near a wall, so the man had no reason to go towards her. Unless he wanted something from her.
"I had no idea I would see you again," The male with short (above the shoulders) white hair, and a scar on his right cheek, two across and one going down.
"I think you have mistaken me for someone else," Dranzer told him, as calmly as she could, not understand who he thought she was.
"You don't remember the day that you burned that man? Or the small boy?" The man asked her, his brown eyes looking into her own golden honey ones.
"It was an accident..." Dranzer started, shaking her head, her fiery red tresses falling from where they were pinned as she was trying to shake the memories back into the shadows of her mind.
"Of course. You did not seem to realise what you were doing," The man told her, and noticed how she looked at him, uncertain of whom he was; "We never introduced ourselves before. But I am Bakura," He took her hand and bowed.
"I'm Dranzer," As the phoenix said this, she could feel herself blushing. She noticed how clean he looked compared to back then, his face was clean, so were his hands, and his chest. Dranzer then berated herself inside her head for thinking such thoughts.
"A fitting name for a creature as different as you," Bakura informed her, and Dranzer looked down at the ground, when she felt his finger's touching her chin.
"What do you want?" Dranzer asked him, as calmly as she could.
"Nothing. Were you not wearing something of silver on your head?" Bakura asked the red haired phoenix-woman.
"What?" Dranzer touched her forehead; "Oh no."
"I would have thought that you would prefer gold to silver," Bakura told her, and noticed how Dranzer had paled; "What's wrong?"
"I was given the tiara as a gift from my mother.... I never knew my mother, she... Died and the tiara was.." Dranzer stopped speaking, tears ran down her face, and Bakura pulled her close to him, gently wiping her tears; "I'm sorry,"
"Hush. I will find it for you," Bakura whispered into her ear.
"How?" Dranzer asked, unsure, and wary.
"Don't worry about that. I shall see you once you come out here again," Bakura told her with a smile; "Trust me,"
"How do I know that you won't steal it from another thief and then pawn it off?" Dranzer asked him, calming down, though a few rouge tears did escape.
"Because I know what its like to lose a parent," Bakura looked away to the outskirts of the city; "But I swear that I will find it for you, and keep it with me, incase our paths cross once again. Until then," The brown eyed man bowed, and walked away from the red haired woman.
Dranzer watched him leave, and wrapped her arms around herself, then walked towards the palace, unsure if she would meet the white haired man again, or get her tiara back.
Also there was a phoenix, though no record has remained of her living in those times. This could be because of her betrayal to the pharaoh. But we shall start the story at the proper place, the beginning.
Over three thousand years ago there lived a wise pharaoh, who had adopted the child of his dearest friend, who was dying. The child is a phoenix, a powerful one, this could be for a number of different reasons, the child had powerful parents, and it did; or, the child was the last of its kind and with no one to rival their own power, how could they not be powerful?
Two month's later the Egyptian God's graced the wise pharaoh with the happy news that his wife had given birth to a boy. The phoenix now had someone to grow up with, but there was the small matter of her power, and her looking so different from the rest. This was taken up by the pharaoh's very own brother, named Akunadin, who was the holder of the millennium eye.
"My pharaoh, this phoenix is not one of us....." The pharaoh's brother began to speak.
"Silence, I know what you, and the other priest's think," The pharaoh began, but they were interrupted, for there was a large beautiful fire bird, with a mane of blonde feathers, and beautiful honey golden eyes, and with feather's that were on fire, who flew into the room gracefully as any wondrous creature.
"This creature doesn't even know what privacy is!" Akunadin exclaimed, pointing to the graceful creature who landed in front of the pharaoh, as if bowing to him..
The priest's watched, as the phoenix managed to turn herself in to a human girl, to which they gasped, and then after a minute, return to her natural form.
"I don't see what is wrong Akunadin, she is still a child, and unlike my son, she will not be trained hard to learn all the pharaoh must know,"
The phoenix would have smiled at them, should her beak have permitted, and she then, bowed once more the pharaoh, she took off into the air, and flew away..
*
As the pharaoh's son, Yami, grew up, so did Dranzer, right by his side. She learned to master her transformation, and could be a human for nearly a whole day. While Yami is trained to become king, Dranzer learned about her kind, and is given one thing to remind her of her parents.
"This Dranzer is for you to wear with pride. Silver was the one type of metal that your mother loved wearing, and this is to be given to you, as your mother requested," The Queen told the phoenix, who was in her human form, with her fiery red hair tied back with pin's, and her golden honey eyes looked at the beautiful Queen in wonder.
The Queen smiled, and carefully placed the tiara of silver onto Dranzer's head, making sure it was on correctly, and would not fall off. This she had the servant's do, and she noticed that Dranzer wanted to see herself with this tiara that was speacially made for her by her own mother.
"This should remind of your own mother, for she wanted you to have one that was made by your own kind," The Queen told the phoenix-girl, who had tear's in her eyes.
"Am I the last of my kind?" Dranzer asked the Queen, her eyes watering over, and tears spilt.
"Yes my dear. The very last from what we are aware of. That is why you are here with us, for us to protect you, and raise you properly. To make you become the finest phoenix in the land," The Queen stroked Dranzer's hair gently.
"One day, I will be the best phoenix in the world. But, if I am the only phoenix, I am already the best," Dranzer stated, her head on the Queen's lap.
"My dear child, you are the last phoenix, but there have been may a phoenix who were the best of there kind before you. To become the best, make the people remember you by all the good you'll do," The Queen told Dranzer, who nodded and then sighed with content.
"I will, one day people will talk about me, guarding the pharaoh!" Dranzer told her, looking the Queen in the eye.
"And you shall be a fine guard. But remember, the priest's are the pharaoh's guards as well," The Queen told the phoenix-girl, who smiled at her.
"I know, but I don't need a monster to protect me, or get my own soul hurt. I am a phoenix. There is nothing stronger than me!" Dranzer said, then bowed to the Queen, and leaving the room.
"Child, as you grow, you will learn about the gods," The Queen whispered.
*
The first time the young phoenix-girl left the palace, the visit proved to be a disaster. Dranzer managed to sneak away from her guards, and walked around on her own. She saw a young boy, with white hair and tanned skin, pick-pocketing. The red haired girl was surprised at how easy it was to do such a thing, and followed the boy to find out what else he knew.
When she found where the boy had entered, she sneaked in, and hid to watch what was happening.
"Boy! You are meant to be a thief! This is too low!" The man growled at the boy, who whimpered; "This is too pathetic! Even for you!" The man continued to yell at the white haired boy.
The man wore filthy brown kilt, which stopped just above his knees, the man's hair was also filthy, and it looked as though it was meant to be a lighter shade than it was already. The young boy didn't look any better, though his white hair was clean and fresh, he had mud on one of his cheeks, and his clothes were slightly covered in dirt, but only at the hem. Unfortunately Dranzer was starting to give off a red aura around her, allowing the man to be aware of her presence, just when he was ready to strike the boy with his muddy hand.
"So, is this what you thought you'd bring to me?" The man asked the white haired boy, and looked at Dranzer, who looked fairly upper class compared to the two of them.
Dranzer did not utter a word, her anger spoke for her. The man started to notice that his own flesh felt like it was on fire, it then began to melt and he began to scream in pain as the fire spurted from his own flesh, consuming him, and leaving nothing left but ash remains.
The boy, who was about Dranzer's age, probably a little older, watched this with amazement, he was about to walk towards the phoenix girl, who suddenly came out of her trance like state and noticed what had happened to the man. She took a step back, as if in shock, and looked at the boy.
"Are you all right?" The boy asked her.
Dranzer just shook her head, and fled the scene, tears filled her eyes at the thought of causing a person's death, and by her own power, and she had no control over it what so ever. That thought alone was enough to scare her so much, that she ran towards the guards, and have them take her back to the palace, and then she would inform either the pharaoh, or the Queen.
*
After the incident the pharaoh decided that Dranzer should not leave the palace for some time. She was never bored, she usually listened in on the conversations that Mahaado, the priest who had the Millennium Ring, had with the young prince, though she never joined in.
Although Dranzer learned a lot from listening to conversations, she wanted to see life outside the palace walls again, the memory of killing a person fading, replaced by the wanting of seeing the people outside the palace walls, the more colourful market place, where she could see so many people, and lot of different things.
After a long time of asking and pleading with the pharaoh and his Queen, which was over six month's later was the phoenix-woman allowed to go back out into the village. She was watched by some other guards, but she managed to slip by them, and wander around the market place along. Her keen eye sight caught some white hair, though not completely visible. Then she saw a male figure walking towards her, he wore a few gold rings on his hands, one on each finger and he wore a kilt that was an earthy red in colour, and also a cloak which was cream. The golden honey eyed phoenix- woman looked around her, and noticed she was near a wall, so the man had no reason to go towards her. Unless he wanted something from her.
"I had no idea I would see you again," The male with short (above the shoulders) white hair, and a scar on his right cheek, two across and one going down.
"I think you have mistaken me for someone else," Dranzer told him, as calmly as she could, not understand who he thought she was.
"You don't remember the day that you burned that man? Or the small boy?" The man asked her, his brown eyes looking into her own golden honey ones.
"It was an accident..." Dranzer started, shaking her head, her fiery red tresses falling from where they were pinned as she was trying to shake the memories back into the shadows of her mind.
"Of course. You did not seem to realise what you were doing," The man told her, and noticed how she looked at him, uncertain of whom he was; "We never introduced ourselves before. But I am Bakura," He took her hand and bowed.
"I'm Dranzer," As the phoenix said this, she could feel herself blushing. She noticed how clean he looked compared to back then, his face was clean, so were his hands, and his chest. Dranzer then berated herself inside her head for thinking such thoughts.
"A fitting name for a creature as different as you," Bakura informed her, and Dranzer looked down at the ground, when she felt his finger's touching her chin.
"What do you want?" Dranzer asked him, as calmly as she could.
"Nothing. Were you not wearing something of silver on your head?" Bakura asked the red haired phoenix-woman.
"What?" Dranzer touched her forehead; "Oh no."
"I would have thought that you would prefer gold to silver," Bakura told her, and noticed how Dranzer had paled; "What's wrong?"
"I was given the tiara as a gift from my mother.... I never knew my mother, she... Died and the tiara was.." Dranzer stopped speaking, tears ran down her face, and Bakura pulled her close to him, gently wiping her tears; "I'm sorry,"
"Hush. I will find it for you," Bakura whispered into her ear.
"How?" Dranzer asked, unsure, and wary.
"Don't worry about that. I shall see you once you come out here again," Bakura told her with a smile; "Trust me,"
"How do I know that you won't steal it from another thief and then pawn it off?" Dranzer asked him, calming down, though a few rouge tears did escape.
"Because I know what its like to lose a parent," Bakura looked away to the outskirts of the city; "But I swear that I will find it for you, and keep it with me, incase our paths cross once again. Until then," The brown eyed man bowed, and walked away from the red haired woman.
Dranzer watched him leave, and wrapped her arms around herself, then walked towards the palace, unsure if she would meet the white haired man again, or get her tiara back.
