Marik Ishtar. Sixteen years old. Tombkeeper. Protecting a pharaoh's tomb isn't something you would expect a sixteen year old to do. In fact, it isn't something you would expect anyone to do, sixteen or otherwise. Not in this era anyway.
For the last six years, Marik had a bit of an anger problem. Anger towards a pharaoh that ruled over Egypt over three thousand years ago. He hated the fact that he had to protect the tomb of a pharaoh who was supposed to be dead. Not only did he hate the pharaoh, he hated his own father. Yes, his father. Why? Because of him, Marik had to get a ritual carving on his back when he was ten years old. Since then, Marik hadn't been himself. He took his father's life shortly after the ritual.
When he was sixteen, Marik moved to Domino City, Japan. It was an attempt to escape his life as a tombkeeper in Egypt. He wanted to start his life fresh, to have a future that wasn't planned by someone else. He took his first steps off the plane.
"This is it. This is my new life. No more living as a tombkeeper," he said to himself.
His life was only beginning. He got the chance to go to school. He wasn't going to be home schooled. Not like at home. He was going to an actual school like everyone else. To be like everyone else was what Marik wanted all his life. He always knew that he was different. No one else had a three thousand year history with a king. Marik was the last person you would expect to have kids but if he were going to have any, he wasn't going to put them through the pain and suffering that he went through.
Marik left the airport. He managed to find his way to his new place. It was a lot different to the place he lived in in Egypt. In Domino, he had actual lights. The ones powered by electricity. Back in Cairo, electricity didn't even exist in what he called a dungeon. Instead, he and his family used candles.
Marik yawned. It has been a long day. He dumped his back on the floor and climbed into the bed that was in one of the rooms upstairs. Immediately, he was asleep.