Once upon a time there was a mighty Pharaoh.
He was loved by his people; his land had never been so fertile, Khemet was in peace, his country was now the richest known and the most respected, there was enough food and water for his people.
But even still the Pharaoh felt empty, a gaping hole in his heart that couldn't be fulfilled was growing every day, consuming him, eating him alive, and when there was nothing to eat, it would be his end; he had no heir and the next in the line would be his little cousin, Mokuba, who was yet too young to be burden with that kind of responsibility; he needed to fight, survive and live, if not for him, for his people, for his friends and family.
But it was so hard.
Day after day the depression consumed him, drowning him in sadness, growing unhappy every passing minute; and he was just too tired to fight anymore.
It was getting harder to walk, to move, to speak, to breath, to live.
What could he do?
Who would be able to aide him?
To save him?
He did not have the answer; he was miserable but fortunate, for you see, the gods saw what was happening on their beloved land, and to their relative, the Pharaoh, god among men; and they could not and would not let the hole in his heart consume him.
So Isis with the help of Nut created a life, a being, a boy.
Of ivory skin and amethyst eyes, his curly hair of the same shade of lila but his bangs were blonde, and they fell on his face messily, his features were soft and his smile bright like the sun.
He would be the one to bring joy to the Pharaoh's heart and save him from the sorrows.
But they couldn't send him alone, if they did, an evil being could harm the boy.
So they reached to someone, of a land across the sea, someone strong and loyal of sunshine hair and cream colored skin, his eyes shone a beautiful amber and his presence could illuminate the room.
He would be the protector, companion and friend of the gift.
They arrived to the palace with the sunrise.
The hoods covered their faces and the guards escorted them to the throne room.
The Pharaoh sat there, his face expressionless, his eyes devoid of light.
The visitants kneeled down and waited until the mighty ruler gave them permission to speak.
"Pharaoh, I am Jounouchi Katsuya, and I'm here as a messenger of the gods, with a gift for you" he said, not looking up, he spoke formally but his accent spoke of a land and a language unknown.
"A gift?" asked the Pharaoh; he heard a shushed giggle that died as soon as it was born "Show me your faces" he demanded.
They took off their hoods and looked up to the king.
"I am Yugi" he smiled "I am your gift"