Thief King Yami?! by Varion

Var: I'm going with a Final Fantasy VII feel here. But like ab opposite. So instead of it being set in a world with advanced technology and use of swords for fighting it will be set in Ancient Egypt were they have Ancient Egyptiany technology but they can use guns and stuff to fight (where they get the material for the guns I'll never know. I only came up with this idea so they can use Duel Disks).

Sephiroth: Do we get to make a cameo?

Var: I'll think about it.

Cloud.S: At least Smie will be happy.

Vincent: How so?

Var: You'll find out when you read. Now on with the fic.

Thief King Yami?!

The attacks against the palace had gone on for almost a month now and to make it worse it was drawing close to the season of the flood (A/n: we are studying ancient egypt in S&E and apparently that's what the time is called when the annual floods happened. I'm just writing it as I learn it. I have no intentions of back-answering Ms. Fragdog (it's what we, the students, call her)). The guard were bearly able to hold off the first attack but when the second wave of soldiers came they were down in a second. The defending of the palace was left up to the army reserves (the rest of the army was helping another country that was under attack.) and the magicians and alchemists. Atemu sat on his throne talking to Mahaado about the attack.

"Pharaoh, we should give up. Too many people have died."

"I know Mahaad, but we cannot give up," said Atemu.

"We must! The attacks have gone on too long!" retaliated the priest. "What is strange is that they have not attacked the villages. In any chance we must submit. We cannot hold them off any longer." Atemu new his friend was right. Raising from his throne and bidding his friend good night, Atemu left to go to bed.

'There must be some way to beat them,' Atemu thought as he got ready for bed, 'but how? We do not have enough soldiers and the alchemists are bearly able to hold them back.' Unable to sleep he got up and grabbed there scrolls on the neaar by table. Written on them were various spells for protection but most importantly it was the battle plans for a counter attack against the invading army.

"Not much good it will do us now," he said to himself. He mentally sighed before leaving his room for a midnight stroll. (I'm sorry but I need the story to be longer and it's the only way I can think of. Please don't close down the page if you think it is boring. Something exciting is about to happen soon.)

Walking along the river bed, Atemu stared up at the stars totally unaware that he was being followed. He stopped to stare at the lotus flowers that were swaying cheerfully in the night breeze when suddenly a creature (of sorts) jumped from the reeds behind him and attacked Atemu. The knife he was holding slid along the Pharaoh's flesh spewing blood from the wounds it inflicted.

"Tonight is the night you die Pharaoh," laughed his assailant. Atemu cried out as the stranger drove the knife into his chest and gave it a turn before ripping it out again. Atemu tried to fight off his attacker but he was unable to hold onto consciousness and the world around him faded to black. The stranger threw the unconscious royal into the river and left him for dead.

Var: What will happen to our beloved spiky haired pharaoh? Will he live?

Sephiroth: I want to be in this story.

Var: Please R&R. And also if you want Sephiroth to be in this story to add a twist later on then please tell me. For now, toodle-oo.