A/N: Very old story I wrote back in my freshman year of college. Only might slight changes, but everything else is practically left intact.
"Emotionless Dagger"
The desert sun gave no mercy to the inhabitants of Egypt down below. I stood out on the balcony of my kingdom as my lonely eyes wavered across the blurry horizon: Above the town walls, where all the locals busied and bustled about, selling this and trading that; and below the scolding gaze of the sun. My eyes were carried off into the in-between. I could feel my heart ache, burn, almost adjacent to that of the phyro sphere above me. My skin started to burn, but I didn't care. The scar of dried blood in my chest carried more pain than any other mortal wound and the name of one man.
...Seto...
Now he was gone. He had left me; right after besting me in a duel, and branding this scar of loneliness across my chest, directly opposite from my heart. Any closer and it would have been. Why didn't he end it there? Why did he hold back? Why did he not kill me? Entangling in empty circles, I declared this pondering tiring and useless and forcefully left the balcony. The cool airing of my chambers eagerly embraced me, almost rejoicing on behalf of my return. I rejected it all. I wanted nothing to relieve nor overpower the unexplainable pain I felt; outside as well as in. I despised those emotions of what made me feel so vulnerable like this without him. Requesting answers I knew I would have no way of receiving, I relieved my body of the cool silks that draped over my shoulders and down my back and removed my crown as well.
Capeless and crownless, I lay on my bed, requesting only the sight of the ceiling on me. Then, as the void of loneliness gradually consumed me, I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to project visions and memories of Seto. My priest Seto had gone and left me here alone-leaving only his mark of dedication and rivalry drawn across my chest as the scar of an emotionless dagger.
End.