On Destiny's Wings

by Shakalakaboomboom

May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face.
And may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Gi Oh

Chapter 1: Prologue

Time is a strange thing. Many people are given too little time in this world, while others are given too much. But one thing is for certain with every single life; it will always come to an end eventually. The story will conclude and the book will firmly shut with no more chapters to be written.

The same cannot be said for me, however. I am the one exception to the rule.

I have lived 85 lives upon this earth, searching for the answers as to why my soul has never been laid to rest. For 5000 years I have lived and died as many different people in many different civilisations. An example that comes to me straight away, is my life as the daughter of Justinian I of the Byzantine Empire in the sixth century. I remember clearly how my father of that life contracted what was later to be known as bubonic plague, but miraculously survived due to vast sums of gold that was spent on healers from across the empire. Others within Byzantium who suffered with the same disease were not so lucky; nigh on ten million people within the East Roman Empire died during my life there alone.

during that time, I was known as Theodora of Byzantium, named after my mother who had died in childbirth. My father had grieved for my mother endlessly as I grew, my presence only further reminding him that Empress Theodora had passed into the afterlife. However, that did not detract him from showering me with love and spoils. He gifted me frequently with riches and treasures beyond imagining; from the finest horses to the most expensive gowns. My time as Theodora is not one that I will readily forget.

Nowadays, history books state that my Byzantine mother had died of possibly an ancient form of today's cancer, while I am not mentioned at all. There has never been any mention of haemorrhage during childbirth, which was my mother's true cause of death. My presence as Theodora of Byzantium was never recorded in history; it was as if I had never truly existed at all. Sadly, as the 5000 years have slowly progressed and historical events have been more readily recorded, my presence has still been left unmentioned. I have spent many hours of my endless existence thinking over this rather troublesome fact, deciding upon as many possible reasons as to why I have been excluded from Earth's history. Even my time as Evelyn Victoria Caroline, tenth child to Queen Victoria, Empress of India and monarch of the British Empire, has been forgotten.

By now you may well be asking the same questions that have troubled me for millennia: Why? Why is it than my lives have been forgotten so readily? I cannot answer you, dear reader, not so early in my tale. My path is yet to twist and turn on many of the roads that fate commands us down, and I am sure that you will be there beside me every step of the way.

Over my past 85 lives and now into my 86th, there has only been two things constant between one life and the next; my appearance and my disability. In every life, I would be roughly 5'5" with long, slightly waved platinum blonde hair that was streaked with ice blue highlights and tipped with an ombre of a deep, ocean blue. My build was always slight and athletic, while my eyes were consistently a piercing sapphire blue. My personality never changed either, why should it? I was the same old, lost and forgotten soul reborn once again in a new body. A new body that housed the disability that has has haunted me for 5 millennia.

To make a lengthy explanation of my disability short, I am weak. Very, very weak. I have always suffered with shortness of breath and difficulty breathing, alongside an incapability of doing as much physical activity as a two year old child. In every life it was the same; princess or pauper, my body would be useless, confining me to my bed for days on end during the summer months as the heat caused me to weaken further. I would then have a few short months of being able to meander slowly through the gardens, before being confined to my bed once again as the winter months brought illnesses that would crippled my weakened self further.

In some lives I was unfortunate enough to be murdered by those who were my 'family' at the time. I could not help with harvest or provide money through work; I was a liability and an expense, so why on earth would they want to keep me alive anyway? In other lives I was much luckier: when I was Evie, youngest daughter of Queen Victoria, my mother built me my own small chalet at Osborne House on the Isle of Wight, where my dearest sisters Kitty and Beatrice would care for me and play with me day-in day-out.

So now you know nearly all there is to know about me for my tale to begin. Only a few things remain to be told before I recount the events of my 86th and final life. The last thing that remains is the memories that has nearly driven me to breaking point over the years. I have always been able to remember the details of all my past lives. Each time I was born anew I would be aware that the cycle was starting once again. As I grew older my memories of previous lives would return more and more, until I would remember them all by the time I was 20. However. There is one thing that I cannot remember. Possibly the one reason why I have been cursed to live life after life after life.

My first life.

If you asked me details of my first life, then there is only one thing that I would be able to tell you:

Egypt.

My first life, the land where I was truly born, was Egypt. How do I know this? I dream of Egypt every single night. From pyramids and gods to magicians and pharaohs, I have been taken all across Egypt in my sleep. When I wake, I know of what I have dreamt but never seem to be able to truly remember. However, there has always been one consistent feature of my dreams that I remember, haunting me every night; a solitary, dark figure whose only distinguishing feature is a pair of defiant, crimson eyes. Every time I find myself caught in his gaze, words whisper to me through the shadows of the landscape. Protect. Serve. Guard. This man from my past, whoever he is, must have been of great importance to me. The words that ring through my head every night carry through to the day, reminding me constantly that there is much that I have done that still eludes me and driving me further into finding the answers I seek.

Ask me any more about my life in Egypt and I won't be able to tell you. I am sorry, truly I am, but the memories have evaded me for 5000 years. I have tried to find the answers to my plight for as long as I have lived, but to no avail.

So here we are now at what can only really be described as the beginning of the end of my existence. But do not interpret this in the wrong way, as here we are in my 86th life at the point where I truly start living once again. For 85 lifetimes I have been but a shadow of the person I could be, but now where my tale begins is where I rediscover the meaning of my life and all the complications it entails.

So, dear reader, if there are only a few things that you remember from all this, then please let them be thus:

Firstly, my origins lie within Ancient Egypt.

Secondly, I have lived 85 lives over 5000 years searching for impossible answers.

And finally, history may have forgotten me in the past, but I will do my all that I can in this, my 86th life, to make damn sure I'll be remembered for eternity to come.

My name is Zahira Victoria Kaiba, and this is my story.

Well hello there! Nice to meet you! My name is Shakalakaboomboom and this prologue is a complete test to see how well my story may go down. I hope that this may have given you a taste for what's to come, so please leave a review/follow/favourite if you have any comments or wish for me to continue writing this story!

I hope to hear from you!

-Shakalakaboomboom x