There was one day when Egypt fell. The palace took siege that day. Led by Bakura and a band of thieves, we fell. We fell and crumbled on that day. Many lives were lost, including that of my beloved cousin; our Pharaoh. He had been ill for almost a year, and the stress of trying to lead everyone through this ordeal was too much for him, and he died, having Isis seal his soul into the Millenium Puzzle and seal his memories. On that day, he swore he would return and protect the world once again.

I don't know weather he'll keep his promise or not, but I know that he's not the same without his memories. Lost and distant are the only two words that will describe him anymore. I avoid him as much as possible, trapped in this item of a thousand pieces. It isn't easy, not being allowed to tell him, to show him everything. It's hard remember and having him clueless.

All the people I knew were killed except for two; Shadah and Karim. Even my beloved father had fought until his death. Mahado was killed trying to protect Isis, who was killed after him. All of them were taken by Bakura. I later found myself with a bloodied sword, and Bakura dead on the ground. I didn't even remember killing him. I must have been too blind with rage to remember.

When the siege was over, I couldn't stand. I just stayed there on my knees, in front of Bakura. We'd won… so they cheered. But how could we really have won? My father and the Pharaoh were both dead. How is that winning?

Eventually I found the strength to go to my room. I wasn't alone there for long. One of the lesser priests came and said the Council was going to have a meeting, and I was to be there. I knew exactly what was going on. After all, before today I had been first in line to the throne. Now, there is no line. Just me: the next Pharaoh.

A year passed, and Egypt seemed to still mourn. It was as if a shadow fell over the entire country, and in a way I suppose it did. After all, Guardian of Darkness isn't just a title they gave me for some random reason; no. I have that name because I can control the shadows themselves.

I am the darkness that exists in the world, and I have wished since I realized these powers, that I did not have them. I still do wish that such a curse would be lifted, though it is nothing more than petty dreams and wild imagination that I may be free. I never have been, and never will be.

It was hard to stay in the palace constantly. It always had been hard for me to stay still for long. Apparently, being active runs in my family. No surprise there. Although now, it was even harder. It wasn't just that I couldn't stay still. That was far from it.

Every time I turned a corner, images would flash through my mind. Images of my comrades, friends, and family being killed. It was impossible to escape from such hauntings while in the palace. So, I did what my older sister used to do; I snuck out constantly.

Of course, as Kagome was scolded, so was I. Each time I returned, I was reminded how dangerous it was to leave to palace. 'What if' questions are all I hear. 'What if' someone attacks me? I fight back. 'What if' the palace is attacked? I return and defend it. 'What if' you are somehow killed? I could care less.

Actually, I'm glad that my older sister gave me such an example to follow. It is because of these journeys beyond the palace that I found the person who would become my lover, my wife, and the woman to bear my child.