I have decided to edited chapters and try to make them much more epicer (if that even possible that is). I hope you enjoy the edited chapters.

This chapter is pretty much the same but I added a little bit more detail to it. I hope you enjoy it. :)

Thousands of years ago when the pyramids were still young, there existed a time of peace and order in the world. A great and powerful Pharaoh had locked away the dark powers of the Shadow realm into seven Millennium items, freeing the planet from ages of darkness that had befallen on it for many years. During this time of peace, homes were rebuilt, families grew and kingdoms prospered from the years of war, hate, and loss and something great was going to happen, for the Pharaoh and his Queen were happily waiting for the birth of their first child.

Atem stood out in the hallway, waiting in inpatients, worry and concern, for today was the big day, the day that his son was going to be born. After a bit of waiting, he heard a familiar voice ask, "My Pharaoh, what seems to be the problem?"

Atem immediately looked over at Amsu who was standing by a set of doors they were waiting to open, "Nothing, it's just...I'm a little bit afraid of being a father."

At hearing that, Amsu stood up and walked over to stand by his friend, "I know. I remember when my son was born, I was a nervous wreck," he then turned to look at Atem with a smirk, "Not as bad as you are, but still." From that comment, Atem gave him a look that clearly said 'You couldn't resist could you?' which caused Amsu to chuckle at his friend's action, "Are you sure that's all that's on your mind?"

Knowing that he couldn't hide anything from his friend, Atem let out a small sigh, "I'm just scared. I have no idea how to be a father," he leans back against the wall and slid down to the floor messing up his clothes, took off his Millennium Puzzle and held it in his hands as he stared at it in thought. It was kind of funny, here he was, scared of being a father when he faced powerful enemies that would cause many to back down in fear.

"Of course, you don't, no one does. At least, not the first time," Amsu assured him with a caring smile, "Besides knowing you, I'll bet he'll be just like you."

Atem looked at Amsu with an amused look and laughed a little with a small smile, "You are such a thorn in my side."

Amsu was about to say something when the door's to the room they were waiting by flung open and not a second later, a nurse walked out with a smile, "My Pharaoh."

"Yes?" Atem asked as he quickly stood up, put Millennium Puzzle back around his neck and faced the nurse.

"Do you want to see your son?" she asked doing her best to hold back her excitement. In reply to her question, her Pharaoh gave her nod and she led Atem and Amsu into the room closing the door behind them.

Atem entered the room and saw sitting on the bed located near the middle of the room, by the far wall was his queen, holding a bundle of joy wrapped in a blanket. "Dalila," Atem called out in relief and joy as he made his way to his wife's side.

At hearing her husband's voice, Dalila looked up from her newly born child in her arms and smiled at her husband, "Atem. Do you wish to see your son?"

"Of course," Atem replied with joy and excitement as he moved the blankets for he would be able to see his child's face.

The child looked well and healthy as he slept peacefully in his mother's arms, but there was something different about him that Aten couldn't understand. The child's hair was white, not like that of an old man, but of that like freshly fallen snow. This sight confused Atem for what he knew of, none of his parents or ancestors had white hair and neither did Dalila's. "Dalila, how is this possible?" Atem questioned, he wasn't complaining because the white hair made his child look mysterious and thought it fit well on him.

Curious as to what Atem was confused about and wanted to see the new member of the royal family, he looked over his friend's shoulder and gasped in shock, "He is the chosen one!"

At Amsu's outburst, Dalila and Atem looked at him, then to their son in shock, "Are you certain?" the Pharaoh asked hoping his friend was not playing a trick on them.

"I am certain my Pharaoh," Amsu assured him, "The prophecy states that someone being born with white hair, will lead our people into times of greatness far beyond anything we have ever had. And to my knowledge, there hasn't been a child born with white hair in our kingdom."

Both Atem and Dalila looked at their son and smiled knowing that their son had a great future ahead of him, "My son, my little…," Atem started to say but stopped in thought.

"What's the matter?" Dalila asked him in confusion as to why he stopped.

"What should we name him?" He asked sleepily realizing that they never gave their child a name yet.

At the realization, everyone let out a small laugh at Atem's expense, "How about Darius?" Dalila suggested.

At the mentioned of his new name, the young prince opened his eyes for the first time revealing bright green eyes that started wondering around the room looking at the people around him. As the child's eyes landed on the one that he believed to be his father, the young price started making baby sounds and reached his little hands out of his blanket towards the man. At this sight, Atem smiled as he placed one of his hands by his son's outstretched hands allowing the child to happily play with his fingers. As his son played with fingers, Atem looked into his son's eyes and could see great kindness and leadership in them as continued where he left off, "My son, my little Darius."