Hey all!

The wonderful QUEEN OF MAGICIANS has loved my story Priestess of the Dragon in the Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's universe so much, she also wants me to do this story for her as well! That's incredible for me as a total noob to this site! She has given me an amazing task as she basically had the entire plot line from start to finish drawn out for me, and expects it to be followed correctly so the time line doesn't get construed...less creative licensing with this story...but that's ok. It gives me less to think about when writing.

This is an AU story set in the ancient past of Yami's memories. If you haven't scene the last few seasons of Yu-Gi-Oh by now...why not? This is your spoiler alert.

The relationships get construed through the chapters appearing as one thing, and then changing to another. The main pairings are, Atem X Teana (Yami X Anzu) and Seth X OC (Seto X OC).

Here's to writing two stories at once with fan art...

-Drunk On Pancakes

Egyptian gods

Ra - god of the sun. Egyptians used Ra as a way to tell time.

Isis - goddess of Magic, marriage, and healing

Taweret - goddess of childbirth and fertility

Hathor - goddess of love, purity, beauty

Prologue: It's all in a Drop of Blood

The great city of Khmet was prosperous for it's people. Shakmet's lands encompassed a great amount of territory. Pharaohs ruled the main cities, and priests and priestesses guarded the main temples. Khmet was the capital, and all knew it's King ruled all. Because of it's prosperity, constant threat of war was placed upon the many kings of the land. Peace was hard to find between the clans. Marriage was a common peace ritual arranged by the parents at birth of the new royals. Under Ra, all would prosper from a fruitful union of two clan lords.

The land had also been blessed with travellers from the main continents. Priestess's of the element's introduced to keep the peace between the clans. These women were seen to be as powerful if not more so than the Pharaohs. Powerful Magic was held by them, the people of the land sometimes referring to them as Demi-Gods, or those that had fallen to be in the land of mortality. Hidden from view, they walked in shadows, a hidden cover persona in place to never be found. Over the years they were servant's, farmers, even queens. Normal as everyone else to the eyes of the public, only when called forth by a fate more powerful than them, would they change into the goddesses of the elements.

Walking in the desert night, Pharaoh Acknamkannon would have been lying if he said he wasn't nervous. The thought of this particular event being important enough to save the future for his people, had never crossed his mind. However, times were changing for Khmet. More and more armies challenged him for the farm lands of the capital city as well as the partnering villages, thus causing the Pharaoh to make many drastic decisions.

Hidden under his hood, and surrounded by very few guards and magicians, he felt slightly…obscured. Never before had he traveled hidden to another city; a secret mission that only he and very few others even knew he was venturing on. Leaving the royal city, as a commoner to most eyes, would have been something he might have tried in his youth for fun. Now, it was nothing to laugh at.

This was business.

His dark brown floor length cloak hid his long black and grey striped hair, which was pulled back in a commoners head band, his crown left in his chambers. It also hid his peasant's tunic and red sash. He wished he had worn his specially made royal slippers, however, he settled for simple sandals instead.

His entourage was all wearing varying dark cloaks, covering normal peasants clothes, the guards also having sheaths hidden in their sashes.

The front gates to the city of Eranarea were always well protected. Not for those entering its towering walls, but to keep its people inside. A safe, but necessary prison for it's inhabitants. Even in the dead of night, on a dune only minutes from the city, the Pharaoh could see five guards standing outside the towering gate. The Eranareans were known for decades as dark individuals. They possessed power as strong as fully trained Egyptian magicians in his own royal court at the tender age of thirteen. For this reason, the Eranareans had certain laws they abided by to stay "good" in the eyes of the other clans. Magic ran through their blood, commanding the elements to do as they pleased. More powerful in some, all Eranarean's had to go through brutal ruthless trials and merciless tests before they were allowed to leave the city. Most Egyptians were terrified of them. Bedtime stories for the young were riddled with tales of dark beings that were cursed and evil, mostly being described as people from this guarded city of wonderment, which most people thought to be a world of its own.

Knowing the potential danger to himself and his guards, the Pharaoh and his parade of three guards, and two magicians, made their way to the gates. Of the guards, one braved walking forward, before one of the Eranarean guards came forward blocking his path speaking very softly in a language the pharaoh was not fluent in.

"Sir," one of the magicians spoke. No one on this mission was to refer to the Pharaoh by his title. "This guard does not know Egyptian, let me translate for you," the Pharaoh smiled. The Eranarean language was dying slowly, since the magical beings very rarely reproduced with outsiders other than from its sister cities around the continents. It was why their kind was slowly depleting. The magic blood diluting or depleted over time. This magician had learned a form of the Eranarean language from one of it's sister cities. His father had bought a slave boy in his youth. Upon learning more about the child's inheritance, he had him trained as a magician. Acknamkannon was give the magician as a gift from the man before his crowning. As one of his main magicians in his court, he knew the man's gifts would come to be very helpful one day.

The magician addressed the guard, before receiving a heated response. "Sir, he wishes to see our documents of address. They weren't notified of our arrival. I do believe he thinks we are thieves trying to break in under cover."

The Pharaoh chuckled slightly. The Queen on Eranarea had warned him this might happen in her letters. While the guards were mostly posted to keep the cities occupants in, outsiders were generally not allowed in either for their own protection. Having foreseen this, she had given him in his last letter a pendant, something of hers that she gave to important guests to her court.

"Give the man this pendant. Tell him we are invited."

The magician gave the pendant to the man who ushered over another couple of guards. They mumbled in surprise to each other before handing the pendant back to the Pharaoh himself.

Another guard addressed him this time. If the Pharaoh wasn't so learned about how to present himself, he would have snorted in humour at how poor this man's Egyptian was.

"You is invited to see SHE? She never gave this package to those from outside the walls unless you are…very well, and much special. Who is you to accept her knowing?"

"Guests." The pharaoh said plainly in Egyptian before any of the others could answer first. "We are invited guests to her Majesty The Queen. Please allow us entrance without further question. The queen in her letters said this pendant would grant us passage without questions so that we may stay unknown."

The guard mumbled in Eranarean to the other guards before nodding his head and together the five guards opened the gate. The party of six slowly entered the city feeling a heaviness overtake them. There was a distinct glow to the streets that oozed magical energy. Although the bazaar was empty of sellers at this time of night, many people stood and watched them as they walked down the main street leading to the palace.

"They keep staring at us, Sir." One of the guards said extremely low so that only their party could hear. The whole party, save for the Pharaoh, were becoming increasingly fidgety, one of the guards reaching for his hidden blade under his cloak.

"We are outsiders to them. Pay them no attention." Acknamkannon placed a steady hand on his arm. "We must complete this mission before morning." The Pharaoh whispered.

The Palace was not guarded the way the group had expected it to be. There were no guards to be seen, in fact, only a young girl, no older than four sat on the first step to greet them. Wearing a very simple deep purple dress, and brown sandals, her long, wavy almond brown hair floated in the slight breeze as her deep blue eyes followed their approach.

"Mother is waiting for you." Was the only spoken words she said without a hint of Eranarean accent, before guiding them through the castles many corridors to the throne room.

The doors swung open by themselves as the young girl raised a hand, before she disappeared down another corridor.

"Welcome travelers." The Queen stood from her throne walking slowly towards them. A light accent tainted her voice, but the sheer hypnotising beauty of her voice made it nearly impossible to detect. She stood and paced towards them, her blood red gown flowed loosely to the floor, as her black cape floated behind her. She flicked her purple black hair, a rarity for Eranareans, over her shoulder as deep blue eyes welcomed them.

"Your Majesty, should we move to more private quarters, without ears to over hear?" The Pharaoh nodded his head towards his guards.

"We will not leave your side!" One of the guards swore his allegiance taking a step forward. Acknamkannon put his hand on the guards shoulder. He was going to tell him it was all right, that he would be fine, but the queen interrupted.

"Your Master is safe here with me. We will speak of things that are not to be heard by others. We do not want your destined fates to be tainted by our talkings. My handmaiden, Frey, will take you to the kitchens for something to eat and drink. You must be exhausted from your journey across the sands."

An older woman walked out of the shadows beside the throne and bowed to the queen before smiling at the group.

"Follow me." Her accent was heavy, and weighed with the knowledge that her able use of the egyptian language was minimal. The pharaoh nodded at them and they followed her out.

"You shouldn't have come with so little guards and magicians, Pharaoh." She spoke after the doors had closed. "I wish no harm to you, my friend." She waved her hands and a table and set of chairs appeared. "You should be more fearful in these times while traveling the desert. My pendant kept you safe at the gates, but this was not a smart decision for you." She pulled out her chair whipping her hands behind her making her cape flutter slightly before sitting in the chair. The pharaoh sat across from her doing the same with his cloak.

"I am quite capable of crossing the desert between the setting and rising of Ra without a full army, Yamaye." He addressed her by name.

"You shouldn't address an Elemental Ruler as such, the other Elementals would kill you already if they knew of our conversing and friendship."

"Then we won't let them know…Queen of Shadows."

"Acknamkannon, Pharaoh, we shouldn't be doing this. Our worlds will fight for eternity even if we make a peace treaty. Forcing our children to marry under the goddess Isis's eyes, will make no difference besides between our people. We are too different. There is too much animosity between our ancestors. No amount of the Goddess's healing magic will bring our people together. Atemu and Aiyana should not be forced into this…"

"Your second daughter is a law breaker herself for your world, Shadow. The power of the shadows is past down through the fated inheritance of the first daughter, yet yours is held by the second."

"Do not speak of Aiyana as such…" She snapped before sighing. "No one knows that she is the next to hold the cursed staff. Until she is of proper age in the eyes of Ra, I pray no one will. Tarana should be taking over my cursed life, and yet she is not. Her future betrothed is of my people in this city, and they may never need to know the hell they have narrowly missed living. My second shall instead hold the Shadows in her hands even if the law of the land forbids her to be Queen of this palace." She snapped her fingers and some papers and a knife appeared on the table.

"Pharaoh, you do realize that by signing this contract, you are cursing the life of your first granddaughter? And even if she is first born to your son, she will never belong to Shakmet. Only to the Shadows. She will never be Pharaoh. Your son will have to bare two heirs for you to have another Pharaoh in your ancestral clan line." The queen reached for the mans hand, and pressed it between both of hers.

"And this union will only be fruitful if they learn to have true affection for each other. Taweret will not allow her goddess powers to protect the child without true love on both sides proven to Hathor. It is a curse all Eranareans carry to make sure our moral cores are…pure by Ra's terms. It may be years after a wedding before your son has any heirs."

"I understand there will be hardships. But I just wish that peace could be achieved without the signing of a marriage contract." he placed his other hand on top of the queens.

"We have tried, as our parents before us, and their parents as well. Our worlds are too different, and yours is fearful of mine. I have heard the stories that are told to the young, and the reputation my people have with yours. There is no other way. If everyone could be as close friends as us, this world would be a better place." She looked down sullenly before grabbing the knife.

"Our signatures will be in blood." She pressed the knife to her finger until blood started trailing down the blade. She swirled her finger on the paper a few times, before pressing the blade to another fingertip and then doing the same with different swirls.

"Now you, Acknamkannon." She wiped the dagger on a cloth, before handing him the blade and turning the document towards him. The Pharaoh hesitated for only a moment before doing the same to his forefinger wiping the blood onto his ring and pressed it to the parchment. The Queen grabbed his hand once again once he was done and without touching his skin over the cut, ran her other hand over his. The cuts instantly healed. "A small token of my appreciation. I am not a healer. I leave that to the water and air elements, but I know some simple spells." The Pharaoh thanked her, staring at his healed hand.

"Aiyana will come to Khmet no sooner than she is needed. She will not enter your son's life until both have been alive for seventeen harvests. Once she passes the trials Aiyana will be allowed to leave the city as herself, and not the Elemental Ruler she is. When she is to arrive, make sure someone besides yourself knows of her arrival incase anything happens to you. For I am afraid for you." They both stood and she walked him to the doors.

"Be careful, Pharaoh." She continued. "The fate of your life's path is shrouded in darkness and shadows that even I cannot see through. Your son's is an impossible jumble that I cannot determine. I pray I will see you face to face in your own city soon, and I pray that it is not a battle between us that causes us to meet again. Farewell Acknamkannon, my friend. Be safe on your journey home." The King called on his followers, and leaving the city, was just as traumatising as arriving for them.

Back at Khmet, Ra began to rise in the distance, as the Pharaoh stood on his balcony over looking the city. He turned around to see his wife holding his only son. She was breathtaking to him with the sun's glow on her face. The goddess Hathor greatly blessed him. With his harem filled with both young women and men, his Queen was the most beautiful being in all the lands.

"The Gods bless us with a fruitful harvest once again. The people are already setting up their stalls in the bazar."

"Yes. I hope the God's bless the continuing fate of our lineage. Our son...Atem…"