Alright, this is my idea for one of the stories in progress. It's just an idea for now. If I get a good amount of people wanting it, I'll start putting it on my to do list.

Mind Game Reader: I've got it typed. The only reason I'm posting this is because I got this idea and I typed this on my iPod. No rough draft. I'm trying to make time to sit and type it. The next chapter is halfway written and I'm making sure it has EVERYTHING I need. xDD

Alright, this is my version of the fan created character of Heba. Every story - EVERY STORY - seems to have Heba as a slave... Pfft... He deserves better. Thus, this idea was born.

This is a prologue - just to start the setting.

Disclaimer: I have no ownership to any characters from Yu-Gi-Oh.

Also, to my friends... keep a look out to see some easter egg. xD

The Prophesy of Millennium

Written by FriendofFoes

Prologue: The Discovery

Five thousand years ago, Egyptian kings played a game of great and terrible power. These shadow games threatened to destroy the world. In order to save the world, a brave and powerful pharaoh locked away the magic inside the mystical millennium items. However, one question remains elusive…

Who started these shadow games?

Researches have tried studying these historic games and have discovered the solution lies due south of the Valley of the Kings. Archeologists have discovered a long lost temple, devoted to an unknown goddess known as Millennium. According to local legend, Millennium was a deity devoted to the fair play of the shadow games and chose only one priest. To him was giving the duty of writing the laws of the shadow games and judging those who ruled Khemet.

There has been only one recorded temple of the deity Millenium, but no one has made it into the inner sanctum, where the deity supposedly resides. People have entered this hidden temple, attempting to reach the elusive deity, but none have made it back. The temple itself is comprised of many traps, "shadow games", and hidden stairwells that only the cunning make it back alive…

"In all my years, I've never seen a temple so… intact."

Professor Sorenson gaped in surprise. He'd been on many expeditions in his thirty odd years as an archeologist, but never had he found such a prize. A temple hidden with a rock formation, carved straight from the rocks themselves. A team of twenty archeologists, funded by the Egyptian government, had chosen this area about twenty miles south of the Valley of the Kings, near the Nile River. Many people had explored this random rock formation, looking for hidden tombs of kings and treasures. Many from their noble group had sustained injuries, but none wanted to turn back. No one ever expected to see a temple, especially in such pristine condition.

He had been in the archeology field for many years, but this was the pinnacle of his career. This unknown deity's temple was located only a day's drive from the King's resting place. The temple comprised of a single main room, heavily decorated with hieroglyphics – of what was currently being translated by one of the guides. Pillars of a solid white stone line the sides of the temple in pairs, ten in all, leading up to the front of the room where the deity's statue stood.

The statue was, in all respect, one of the most ornately carved pieces the professor had ever seen. The piece, which was crafted from a light silvery metal, depicted a tall skinny woman with long black hair and the face of a fox. Her face was half covered with a black mask which held no design on it other than a place for her eye to shine out. The body of the statue was covered in white and black robes, which were wore though as if more evidence to their age. What spooked the professor was the deity's eyes, which seemed to follow a person throughout the smallish temple. On her skin, it seemed her eye's we pure black, but on the mask, it was a milky white. A shutter ran up the professor's spine as he felt those eyes bore upon him.

A hand on his shoulder startled him, turning around to see his comrade, Dr. Reynolds. "A deity long forgotten with time, "The other man spoke as Sorenson turned back to the statue. "An amazing discovery. Just think what this will tell us about our past!"

"Perhaps…" Sorenson still didn't feel right. Something about that statue was frightening…

"Professor! Come quick!"

Both Sorenson and Reynolds turned toward the entrance where a younger man was standing and waving them over. They turned from the small stairways near the front of the temple and started walking toward the other helper. The young man, who's name Sorenson had forgotten at that moment, looked ecstatic as he motioned for the men to hurry over. "You're not going to believe this!"

Sorenson looked to where the man was pointing only to proceed to rub his glasses and try again. Inscribed in the wall, no bigger than a two foot square, was a small doorway that had been etched out of the rock. This was incredible!

"We found it just moments ago, " The intern spoke up, his hands shaking in his excitement, "I wanted you to see it first."

Reynolds smiled and patted the boy on the shoulder, "Great job, Stevenson."

Sorenson nodded and walked over to the doorway, where most of the other workers had now gathered. He proceeded to get down on his hands and knees and look inside the room.

"Oh my!" Excitement laced his voice. This was astounding! "This is the priest's room! We must be in the temple of Millenium!"

No wonder the goddess had scared him. It was the deity of the shadow games.

He crawled through, mindful of his bad back, and , once it was safe, stood up. Around him was a simple room: a small mat for sleeping, an oil lamp, and a small end table. The Professor quickly looked at the items left on the table. All of it was perfectly preserved. A beautifully crafted veil of purple and red laid on the end table, wrapping around some foreign object. The professor carefully peeled the veil from the object, revealing a poorly bound book. The professor looked at it carefully, afraid it would disappear as he carefully opened the front cover of the book

Many moons have passed since that fateful day that I came here, but I can never forget my past. Millennium has presented me with these papers so that I may write my history here. And I shall serve the gods and goddesses with respect.

My name is Heba, and I am the last of the Aesopian Clan – those who are known for their stories in music and dance. I am now a man at fifteen years of age. Through the power of the shadows, I shall never age til the Shadows have left this world.

I am the priest of Millennium.

"Astounding!" Sorenson whispered as he heard someone enter the room with him.

"What did you find?" Sorenson looked up to see Reynolds standing at the entrance, looking around the room.

Sorenson chuckled, "Would you believe me if I told you the diary of the only priest of Millennium?

Reynolds's eyes widened.

"Told you…"

Reynolds's shook his head. "No, look behind you…"

Sorenson turned to look behind him and gasped. Another book was hidden behind him. It had a much cleaner binding with veins bulging out of the book. The Eye of Wadjet shone clearly out in the darkened room.

"It can't be…. It's… It's"

"It's the Millennium Tome."

Both men were silent as if digesting this newly found information. This was a gold mine! All inside this temple was a legend come true. Shadow games, Millennium, Heba – what luck.

"Let's get this tome to the research team." Reynolds said, walking over to Sorenson and reaching over to grab the tome.

A loud rumble echoed though the cave.

Both men looked at each other before moving into action. Sorenson started to crawl out the main door while Reynolds grabbed the tome and followed after him. Another rumble shook the temple, knocking down one of the pillars onto two of their men. Screams and pounding feet echoed though the temple. Sorenson and Reynolds quickly made it to the entry way before a red light started lighting up the room. Both men looked over to the statue as the light got brighter. Suddenly the light dissolved and where the statue once stood now stood the deity herself. Her eyes bore into Sorenson's.

"Leave my temple, now!"

Another rumble shook the temple, causing another pillar to fall near the entry way, causing the two elders to be separated from the rest of the group. Another flash of light lit up the room followed by a scream of terror.

"Leave this world NOW!"

The goddess's voice echoed thorough out the panic, causing chaos. Sorenson and Reynolds quickly started up the stairs before hearing the deity one last time

"Penalty Game!"

In a matter of minutes, both men left the tomb with scratches and bruised. At least they had lived.

They passed Millennium's challenge and kept their treasures…

Reynolds looked down to the tome in his hands. It was securely fastened and bound in leather and metal. He caressed the cover then turned to Sorenson. Sorenson kept his treasure tightly clasped to his chest.

Neither one of them said a word before getting up and starting the long trek home.

Above the temple, a small little light watched as the men walked back toward where they came from…

Perhaps they can help me find him…

The light pulsed three times before disappearing…

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