Adel: Well this is a surprise you might say. Well it is actually I decided to start a new story coz I got to a plot hole in my last one and I'm trying to find a way out of it! Sorry to the people who are waiting for the next chapter. I promise to get it posted soon. I know this idea has been used billions of times before but I wanted to take a stab at writing a fic set in Egypt!
Rumple: since you can't get your hands on a knife don't even try!
Adel: Wat ever Rumple! You're just jealous!
Rumple: What! Why?
Adel: Coz I got a story and you don't!
Rumple: I'll make one up just you wait!
Adel: (rolls eyes) well on with da prologue!
The once beautiful kingdom of Thebes was covered in a blanket red. The gods had cried over the once peaceful land they had forsaken long ago when the war had begun.
Many lives had been lost and though many had survived they were miserable. Lying in the wet limestone mud, which was once their homes, they waited to die. They waited for the thieves to come and eradicate them just like many others.
The once proud Pharaoh sat in his spacious chambers holding his wife's icy cold hand. He didn't cry. He was beyond crying he was seething with anger. Bakura, the thief who had slaughtered his wife and kidnapped his newborn son would someday get his retribution.
He covered his beautiful wife with a white cloth and looked out the window. The clouds drifted away slowly, like nothing had ever happened. The war was over but the legion of cold-hearted thieves had won. They had taken his treasures, his pride, his wife and his only son. He had nothing and without an heir to the throne the dynasty of great Pharaohs would be nothing more than a parable.
Atemu sighed even though he had lost so much he was glad that it was over. His people still had faith in him and if he gave up so would they.
His crimson eyes were cold and full of sorrow. His tattered white linen robes cascaded down to the sandy floor beneath him. He would do anything to have his wife and son back. Anything…
"Yugi" He whispered silently as if pleading with the wind to send his message to his tiny little child. He didn't want to think of what Bakura was going to do to the infant.
He wanted nothing more than to hold him again just once more…
Adel: And I'll stop it there! Wat do ya fink? Should I dumb dis story? Feed it to Rumple? Should I continue? It's just the prologue the next chapter will be longer.
Rumple: Feed to me!!!!
Adel: Or not!