Disclaimer- I wish I owned the Yugioh characters but I don't, please don't sue me! Atem=Pharaoh=Yami Yugi I own Mryea!
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It was the perfect day for a walk,the sun was out, the wind was blowing, well, actully this is how it is every day in Egypt, unless there is a sand storm. Atem hated those, but loved it when all the people in his land had to come into the same pyramid and he got to meet all the people that lived there. But today there was not a single chance of a sand storm, so Atem had to consider more important issues. But, somewhere in one of the deepest allies of Egypt, a twelve year old girl was crying over a body, not just a body, the body of Atem's brother, that she had murderd, not knowing it was him, "What have I done?" she thought to herself, "If the Pharaoh finds out who did this I'll get exicuted!" the twelve year old cryed harder. Many long hours passed as the twelve year old just sat there and cryed. A little voice in her head told her "He has roal blood, but attacked you, he deservise a proper buriaril in one way but in the other way, you should leave him here in disgrage, what will you do?" then, no matter
the poor twelve year old tryed the voice would not come back, "the only thing that would talk to me and it's gone!" she sighed, "what will I do with him?" she asked herself. She thought of giving him a proper burial, but then thought, "How many people has he attacked? There could be others, and not all people got roal burails, so, I will leave him here" with that the poor twelve year old left the body of Atem's brother, Taylor, who was still bleeding slowly from the wound below his ribs, in the middle of the dark ally praying for Ra's ,or whatever god that was watching her, for forgiveness. "Little girl! What do you think you are doing?" a shop keeper was screaming at helpless 5 year old girl for trying to steal something, so the twelve year old walked over, "Is there a problem here?" "Yes there is a problem, she is trying to steal bread!" "My famliy is starving! We must have something to eat!" the little girl began to cry, "That gives you no exuice for stealing" before he even had reached the little girls
cheek with the back of his hand, without even a warning, the twelve year old had stopped the mans hand an inch away from the terrified girls cheek, the shop keeper looked astonished that anyone would do this, a GIRL for that matter. "What in Ra's name are you doing girl?!" now all the people in the market were looking into this one little hut, and their eyes caught on the twelve year old girl who was protecting a child she didn't know. "The right thing! No one should be allowed to hit any one! Especaily under Ra's name!" Every one looked shocked about this outburst, some of the people even fainted to know that a street girl was talking to Pharaoh Atem's greatest marketer like this, infact some of the people were so shocked that they called for the city gaurds, "What is your name girl?" "That is none of your concern sir" the little five year old wasn't crying anymore and the twelve year old was wondering what she was thinking, "nothing important to me" she thought to herself. Another backhand came
in, and ,once again, the twelve year old stoped it three inces from the girls face. A gasp came from the crowd. "What's going on here?!" a blunt voice called, the twelve year old knew who it was, she had grown up with him, well not really, he was never home. "This girl was stealing my bread!" "Then why is EVERYO.." the gaurds voice faded and he turned pale as he saw his daughter Mryea for the first time in seven years, he had forgotten her name, but he had sworn never to forget what she looked like, "You! Uhhhhh, the older girl," "Yes sir?" "Don't call me that! You and I both know that I'm your father!" "My father is dead to me," Mryea said while tears filled her eyes, knowing that a sevire punishment was coming, unless a miracle came, and it did. A sevire backhand was coming in closer, she knew not to block it or another backhand would come in twice as hard. So Mryea put a hand to the back of her head and waited. SMACK! The sound of flesh on flesh tore at her heart, knowing that someone had
just stepped infront of the monster that was her father's blow.
The crowed semed to be in perfect sycriniation. First a terrified gasp came from the crowd,then all the women screamed,then they were bowing. "What in Ra's name are you doing?! And to your own flesh and blood too!" "I'm s-s-sorry, but she.." "There arn't any but's about it! This is your daughter and she has very good resons for saying her father is dead to her! You haven't lest work in seven years!" Mryea was to afraid to look at the man who had rescued her, "He must have very high power to talk to one of the Pharaohs gaurds like that," she thought. Then that voice came back to her "What if he is the Pharaoh?" "No he couldn't be! Why would a Pharaoh protect a street begger like me?" With that the voice left her all alone once again. "Get back to the pyrimids and I will deal with you later!" "Yes sir" Mryea's father slunked away to the pyrimids sulking the whole way there. "All of you may leave now" he man insructed, "Do I have to go sir?" the little girl asked, "Yes please, and I will pay for that bead" he
turned to the store manger not notice Mryea in the cornor shaking, "No sir! I will not let you pay for this, the girl may have the bread free of charge!" the shop keeper said, "He must have hifg power!" Mryea thought to herself, "Thank you sir!" she bowed then left. "Must I go to?" the shop keeper asked, "Yes of course!" "Yes sir," and now Mryea was all alone with this strange man that had saved her from her fathers backhand slap. Still shaking with fear Mryea felt a hand on her shoulder, "Young lady are you all right?" this mans voice had become soft and gentle, before it was rough and heartless. "I-I-I'm f-f-fine," she managed to stutter out, she could feel the mans smile on her. "What is your name?" he asked kindly, she didn't even know him so she kept to her usuall standerds when strange people asked her that question "That is none of your concern sir," he laughed at this, "Do you not know who I am?" he asked in a very innocent voice "No I do not, but I do know that you must have high power to talk to a
soilder like that!" again this man just laughed. "Would you like some help up miss?" "No thank you" Mryea replied a little sharply, she did not want to be alone with a strange man, she had heard stories that her mothers friends told late at night when they thought that she was asleep. Strange men would save ladies then do horrible things to them. She quickly got up, still refusing to look at this man. "Please turn around," he asked, Mryea was startled at this order "Who are YOU to be giving me orders?!" she screamed as she swung around to face her appoinent. "I'm in trouble" she thought to herself. He just laughed at this, "he is crazy" she thought. "I am very sorry" she said as she looked to the ground in shame. "Please do not say that, you didn't know who I was it was not your fault!" still looking at the ground Mryea thought to herself "no not for that...for killing your only brother" the pharaoh could see the 12 year olds saddness in her eyes. "Would you come to the pyraimid with me?" Mryea looked up in
shock.
"Please. I would love your company" "I'm sorry but I cannot" with that Mryea turned on her heel and ran from her pharaoh, knowing she would regret this.
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Well I know this is short but ot's taken me a month to write it because of school work. Anyway please reveiw and tell me what ya think and if i should make more!
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It was the perfect day for a walk,the sun was out, the wind was blowing, well, actully this is how it is every day in Egypt, unless there is a sand storm. Atem hated those, but loved it when all the people in his land had to come into the same pyramid and he got to meet all the people that lived there. But today there was not a single chance of a sand storm, so Atem had to consider more important issues. But, somewhere in one of the deepest allies of Egypt, a twelve year old girl was crying over a body, not just a body, the body of Atem's brother, that she had murderd, not knowing it was him, "What have I done?" she thought to herself, "If the Pharaoh finds out who did this I'll get exicuted!" the twelve year old cryed harder. Many long hours passed as the twelve year old just sat there and cryed. A little voice in her head told her "He has roal blood, but attacked you, he deservise a proper buriaril in one way but in the other way, you should leave him here in disgrage, what will you do?" then, no matter
the poor twelve year old tryed the voice would not come back, "the only thing that would talk to me and it's gone!" she sighed, "what will I do with him?" she asked herself. She thought of giving him a proper burial, but then thought, "How many people has he attacked? There could be others, and not all people got roal burails, so, I will leave him here" with that the poor twelve year old left the body of Atem's brother, Taylor, who was still bleeding slowly from the wound below his ribs, in the middle of the dark ally praying for Ra's ,or whatever god that was watching her, for forgiveness. "Little girl! What do you think you are doing?" a shop keeper was screaming at helpless 5 year old girl for trying to steal something, so the twelve year old walked over, "Is there a problem here?" "Yes there is a problem, she is trying to steal bread!" "My famliy is starving! We must have something to eat!" the little girl began to cry, "That gives you no exuice for stealing" before he even had reached the little girls
cheek with the back of his hand, without even a warning, the twelve year old had stopped the mans hand an inch away from the terrified girls cheek, the shop keeper looked astonished that anyone would do this, a GIRL for that matter. "What in Ra's name are you doing girl?!" now all the people in the market were looking into this one little hut, and their eyes caught on the twelve year old girl who was protecting a child she didn't know. "The right thing! No one should be allowed to hit any one! Especaily under Ra's name!" Every one looked shocked about this outburst, some of the people even fainted to know that a street girl was talking to Pharaoh Atem's greatest marketer like this, infact some of the people were so shocked that they called for the city gaurds, "What is your name girl?" "That is none of your concern sir" the little five year old wasn't crying anymore and the twelve year old was wondering what she was thinking, "nothing important to me" she thought to herself. Another backhand came
in, and ,once again, the twelve year old stoped it three inces from the girls face. A gasp came from the crowd. "What's going on here?!" a blunt voice called, the twelve year old knew who it was, she had grown up with him, well not really, he was never home. "This girl was stealing my bread!" "Then why is EVERYO.." the gaurds voice faded and he turned pale as he saw his daughter Mryea for the first time in seven years, he had forgotten her name, but he had sworn never to forget what she looked like, "You! Uhhhhh, the older girl," "Yes sir?" "Don't call me that! You and I both know that I'm your father!" "My father is dead to me," Mryea said while tears filled her eyes, knowing that a sevire punishment was coming, unless a miracle came, and it did. A sevire backhand was coming in closer, she knew not to block it or another backhand would come in twice as hard. So Mryea put a hand to the back of her head and waited. SMACK! The sound of flesh on flesh tore at her heart, knowing that someone had
just stepped infront of the monster that was her father's blow.
The crowed semed to be in perfect sycriniation. First a terrified gasp came from the crowd,then all the women screamed,then they were bowing. "What in Ra's name are you doing?! And to your own flesh and blood too!" "I'm s-s-sorry, but she.." "There arn't any but's about it! This is your daughter and she has very good resons for saying her father is dead to her! You haven't lest work in seven years!" Mryea was to afraid to look at the man who had rescued her, "He must have very high power to talk to one of the Pharaohs gaurds like that," she thought. Then that voice came back to her "What if he is the Pharaoh?" "No he couldn't be! Why would a Pharaoh protect a street begger like me?" With that the voice left her all alone once again. "Get back to the pyrimids and I will deal with you later!" "Yes sir" Mryea's father slunked away to the pyrimids sulking the whole way there. "All of you may leave now" he man insructed, "Do I have to go sir?" the little girl asked, "Yes please, and I will pay for that bead" he
turned to the store manger not notice Mryea in the cornor shaking, "No sir! I will not let you pay for this, the girl may have the bread free of charge!" the shop keeper said, "He must have hifg power!" Mryea thought to herself, "Thank you sir!" she bowed then left. "Must I go to?" the shop keeper asked, "Yes of course!" "Yes sir," and now Mryea was all alone with this strange man that had saved her from her fathers backhand slap. Still shaking with fear Mryea felt a hand on her shoulder, "Young lady are you all right?" this mans voice had become soft and gentle, before it was rough and heartless. "I-I-I'm f-f-fine," she managed to stutter out, she could feel the mans smile on her. "What is your name?" he asked kindly, she didn't even know him so she kept to her usuall standerds when strange people asked her that question "That is none of your concern sir," he laughed at this, "Do you not know who I am?" he asked in a very innocent voice "No I do not, but I do know that you must have high power to talk to a
soilder like that!" again this man just laughed. "Would you like some help up miss?" "No thank you" Mryea replied a little sharply, she did not want to be alone with a strange man, she had heard stories that her mothers friends told late at night when they thought that she was asleep. Strange men would save ladies then do horrible things to them. She quickly got up, still refusing to look at this man. "Please turn around," he asked, Mryea was startled at this order "Who are YOU to be giving me orders?!" she screamed as she swung around to face her appoinent. "I'm in trouble" she thought to herself. He just laughed at this, "he is crazy" she thought. "I am very sorry" she said as she looked to the ground in shame. "Please do not say that, you didn't know who I was it was not your fault!" still looking at the ground Mryea thought to herself "no not for that...for killing your only brother" the pharaoh could see the 12 year olds saddness in her eyes. "Would you come to the pyraimid with me?" Mryea looked up in
shock.
"Please. I would love your company" "I'm sorry but I cannot" with that Mryea turned on her heel and ran from her pharaoh, knowing she would regret this.
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Well I know this is short but ot's taken me a month to write it because of school work. Anyway please reveiw and tell me what ya think and if i should make more!