I looked at the towering palace. All that filled my thoughts was the figure sitting on the topmost tower. It was the young pharaoh, Yami. I, the sister of Marik, am his sworn enemy. Why must things be so strange in this land? I, Isis Ishizu, am the secretly chosen successor to the throne. Monsters roam our lands, tame ones, and those untamed. My job will be to use my tamed monsters and allies to defend our beautiful land. I have so far harnessed the power of the Cosmo Queen. She is one of the divine creatures, pure shadow.
Speaking of shadow, every year we hold the exciting shadow games. Everyone brings their best creatures to try their skills. Unfortunately, I believe that the high priest Seto will abuse this oppurtunity. My brother musn't know, lest we lose our high priest. Marik has been known for his utmost cruelty. My millenium Tahk tells me other things too. It grants me second sight, and the ability to enter minds. Involvement with the thousand-year items can be quite confusing.
I was sitting in a sedan chair, trying to use my tahk to tell me the future. It refused to lend me its gift. My chair pulled to a halt at my home. Marik was leaning against a post. Bare-chested and sweating, his blue eyes peeked out from underneath long silver hair. He reminded me of a thief who has yet to be caught and beheaded. "Hello Marik," I said in a superior manner. He may have been hot-tempered, but he knew that I was older. He sniffed and looked into my eyes. "Isis, I need to talk to you in private." I could do nothing but follow.
We walked down to a little alcove near the dungeon. Marik had to crouch, but nobody else came here, not ever. "What is it," I asked gently. He looked at me. "Isis, tell me the truth. Is Seto trying to overthrow the royal bloodline?" I moaned. Seto was cold and cruel, yes, but he was an asset to our country. "He is, my brother. Please don't do anything rash." He could do nothing as the younger one except wait for my approval or risk being beheaded.
I waited for my brother's reply and turned to walk away. "Wait!" I turned my head and Marik was searching for what to say. "Well, I don't see why we shouldn't tell the pharaoh." I turned to face him. "How come? You never cared before. Why should you now?" He crossed his arms and cocked his head. "Because this is important, and I think enmity can wait when evil is amiss." I was shocked at my brother's words.
Never before hadmy brother wanted to report to Yami. No soul knows my brother as I do, and he is changing, drifting away from me, from himself. "I will consider it." I felt proud of myself, walking away just like that. My dead father would have been proud. He would have been the pharaoh now.
Later I went to Yami's apartments. He was inside, a low hum sounding forth from the spinning fan in his room. I walked in and looked curiously around. "Hello Isis." His strong voice was deep and assuring. When in doubt, I always came to ask Yami for help. He is years younger than myself, but wiser in certain things. I came up slowly. "Pharaoh...I..." He shrugged and turned to face me. "Please, use my true name." I felt better now. "Seto is planning to overthrow you. Although I have greater authority, Maarik would slay me just to gain the upper hand. He would then overthrow both you and Seto."
Yami was astounded by my message, but he quickly regathered his composure. "This is dangerous," he said. "You may hide here for a while." I put my hands on my hips. "I am no coward. I would marry you publicly and feel no shame. I just don't know what to do." I felt comfortable with the pharaoh. We had once been punished for riding together in a chariot. He owns enough creatures for three people. We are absolutely a perfect match.
I was about to leave when Yami raised a hand to stop me. "We will get rid of this problem. Can you spy on Seto tonight?" I nodded vigorously. "Yes, I certainly can."
Speaking of shadow, every year we hold the exciting shadow games. Everyone brings their best creatures to try their skills. Unfortunately, I believe that the high priest Seto will abuse this oppurtunity. My brother musn't know, lest we lose our high priest. Marik has been known for his utmost cruelty. My millenium Tahk tells me other things too. It grants me second sight, and the ability to enter minds. Involvement with the thousand-year items can be quite confusing.
I was sitting in a sedan chair, trying to use my tahk to tell me the future. It refused to lend me its gift. My chair pulled to a halt at my home. Marik was leaning against a post. Bare-chested and sweating, his blue eyes peeked out from underneath long silver hair. He reminded me of a thief who has yet to be caught and beheaded. "Hello Marik," I said in a superior manner. He may have been hot-tempered, but he knew that I was older. He sniffed and looked into my eyes. "Isis, I need to talk to you in private." I could do nothing but follow.
We walked down to a little alcove near the dungeon. Marik had to crouch, but nobody else came here, not ever. "What is it," I asked gently. He looked at me. "Isis, tell me the truth. Is Seto trying to overthrow the royal bloodline?" I moaned. Seto was cold and cruel, yes, but he was an asset to our country. "He is, my brother. Please don't do anything rash." He could do nothing as the younger one except wait for my approval or risk being beheaded.
I waited for my brother's reply and turned to walk away. "Wait!" I turned my head and Marik was searching for what to say. "Well, I don't see why we shouldn't tell the pharaoh." I turned to face him. "How come? You never cared before. Why should you now?" He crossed his arms and cocked his head. "Because this is important, and I think enmity can wait when evil is amiss." I was shocked at my brother's words.
Never before hadmy brother wanted to report to Yami. No soul knows my brother as I do, and he is changing, drifting away from me, from himself. "I will consider it." I felt proud of myself, walking away just like that. My dead father would have been proud. He would have been the pharaoh now.
Later I went to Yami's apartments. He was inside, a low hum sounding forth from the spinning fan in his room. I walked in and looked curiously around. "Hello Isis." His strong voice was deep and assuring. When in doubt, I always came to ask Yami for help. He is years younger than myself, but wiser in certain things. I came up slowly. "Pharaoh...I..." He shrugged and turned to face me. "Please, use my true name." I felt better now. "Seto is planning to overthrow you. Although I have greater authority, Maarik would slay me just to gain the upper hand. He would then overthrow both you and Seto."
Yami was astounded by my message, but he quickly regathered his composure. "This is dangerous," he said. "You may hide here for a while." I put my hands on my hips. "I am no coward. I would marry you publicly and feel no shame. I just don't know what to do." I felt comfortable with the pharaoh. We had once been punished for riding together in a chariot. He owns enough creatures for three people. We are absolutely a perfect match.
I was about to leave when Yami raised a hand to stop me. "We will get rid of this problem. Can you spy on Seto tonight?" I nodded vigorously. "Yes, I certainly can."