Okay, this fic is purely a product of boredom. I left my cell phone at school over the weekend and I had a salon appointment. So, I dragged along a notebook and just started writing.

I haven't discontinued my other story, I'm sorta just on a creative low :/

I've been extremely busy. I have a Concert for Band coming up, and I also unexpectedly got cast in a play which I never intended to do. I really do apologize for very slow updates on anything :(

And I dunno if I'd continue this story unless someone really wanted me to, so it's lifespan depends upon you guys. Also, (I'm sorry this is so long. Feel free to tl;dr)

If my writing voice sounds a little weirder than normal, it's because I suck at just winging a whole entire story :I Moreover, this fic changes POV A LOT, but I'll always indicate which one it's in. It's sort of AU, might I add. And my excessive use of the phrase 'The boy' is intentional, and the lack of physical description of this 'boy' is also intentional.

Chapter one (Third Person Limited)

Two foolhardy guards got lucky one afternoon. They'd captured a high bounty bandit as he walked along the outskirts of the city, looking peculiarly weak. He was a thin boy, and only clothed in a navy blue kilt. Nevertheless, he was bound and taken.

"Heh, we'll get paid big for this kid. He just looks like a pest." Said the first guard as he situated himself atop a beefy horse.

"You're interested in money? I'm more interested in how many women we'll be given as reward!" The second guard gruffly. Digging his heels into the horse's sides, they began at a relatively slow pace, the boy trailing behind by foot. Both of his wrists were clasped together by iron cuffs attached to a chain held by the first guard. The two men tugged him through the desert and towards the city, comfortably seated on horseback. As they reached their halfway point, the chain imprisoning their captive went slack, and it was noticed that he had indeed fainted. With a few prods and a few less than kind words, he was up on his feet again, but walking at an even slower pace.

"Can't we just return with his head? This is taking forever! " The second guard huffed, yanking at the boy's chain and making him stumble a bit.

"No," said the first guard sternly. "If we wish to be fully rewarded, we must bring the boy alive. What fun is it for a cat to play with a dead mouse?"

They continued the trek towards the palace, stopping once more when the bandit collapsed again and walked slower still. When they finally reached the palace doors, the first guard pushed the doors open and was surprised to see the High Priest Seth sitting on the throne. With a shake of his head, the guard spoke.

"Your Highness, we have committed a good act! Behold this disgusting vile boy, a pest to the kingdom! Shall we have him executed for acting against the pharaoh?" The second guard, after an encouraging nod from the first, shoved the boy onto the tiled floor of the palace. He didn't bother to look up, for he was too weak.

Seth stood slowly, glaring down at the thin young man.

"Rise, filth!" He commanded, his booming voice reverberating about the huge room. The boy lifted his head slightly, his eyes hidden by his hair.

"Look em in the eyes and tell me the reason for your crime!" The hig ranking noble continued, his expression becoming more prideful when the boy glanced at him momentarily.

"Leave me be," He said softly, lowering himself back onto the floor and finishing in a barley audible voice, "There are dangerous forces at work."

"Is that a threat? Have him executed immediately—Pharaoh?" Seth said, noticing Atem walk straight over to the boy.

"No your Majesty!"

"It's dangerous!"

"Protect the king!"

Came a chorus of voices, some men lunging out to retrieve the young pharaoh.

"Please," He began. "Do you see this man... this boy? He is barely living. Surely he is no threat to any of us."

"But your majesty, he is a nuisance. A bother to the kingdom! Surely we must dispose of him!" Seth said incredulously to his cousin.

"Do not talk back to your king," Atem said dangerously before his voice went back to it's usual relative calm. "I will see to it that he is done away with. Guards, take him to the holding cells. Please make haste, I must have a word with our priest."

"But, your majesty, shall we not just kill him right here—"

"Now."

As they stated down the stairs, Atem turned to Seth with an exasperated expression.

"Seth, my dear cousin, this is the second, no, third time you've began a trial without my consent! Luckily I walked into this one, or surely—"

"Or surely what? The mongrel would have been beheaded? I'm doing my people my favor by erasing such rubbish from this earth!" Seth answered curtly, glaring at Atem with cold eyes.

"But Seth, your behavior has become ridiculous! Just last month you killed a woman for unintentionally spilling a splash of her drink on your clothes."

"My garments were ruined by that useless tavern whore!"

"Seth please, it was an accident!" Atem groaned. "Any ways, all I'm asking is that you refrain from castigating people—"

" So we can let crooks and nuisances be free among my people? I would think you of all people would agree with what I'm saying—" Seth began loudly.

"No. So that I can protect my people under my kingdom from unjust punishment." Atem said darkly, putting careful emphasis on his words. " I am the Pharaoh after all, Seth."

The high priest sneered at his younger cousin before striding off towards his personal quarters.

"I hope you've made the right decision in keeping that boy alive, your highness." He hissed before stalking off.

Like I said, this isn't going to be a particularly long story unless someone wants it to be. But this was a pilot chapter, the lack of description and huge amount of dialogue is intentional. It was as painful to type as it was to read, trust me. And I say it's AU because I'm gonna do this whole plot twist thing, and it'll turn everything canon from there on out.

But if it was hard to decipher, this story takes place in Ancient Egypt.