Hello all - I have no intention of updating this regularly yet. However, I've rediscovered my obsession for Yu-Gi-Oh! Recently and thought i'd give it a whirl. My Transformers saga comes first, but I do have quite a few chapters written up. So if you guys like this then I will make sure to continue with it! Btw, her name is pronounced (Ss-Ah) just so you know! BTW: Only the first 3 chapters will be in third person, the rest will be in first after the prologue story okay? Love you all and as always,

Enjoy~

Pilot

Grey eyes mirrored looming clouds above as the sound of hooves were clacking away against the stone path. Long ratted hair the color of a raven's underbelly clung to soft tanned cheeks as she huddles away from the others around her. She timidly stared them all down from her circle – not moving a muscle out of fear. Their bodies – both men and women alike – were barely covered; all were barely covered with a slave's linen tunic. Their builds were all strong and sturdy fit for outside work, except her own. Her small eleven-year-old form could not handle outside chores just yet – she'd need to be 'trained' by her masters more before she could be accepted for outside work.

Glaring down at her sandy skin, she saw the glittering scars that marred her small legs. She absent-mindedly ran a finger down her leg, feeling the scars and skin in-between, her heart began to race from the thought of the many beatings she'd received. The scars mocked her, shimmering and dancing in the heated sunlight, why can't I do anything right? She would think to herself constantly as the scars reminded her of her failures. She exhaled heavily through her nose – erasing all the thoughts of the past for the moment. She'd soon have a new master to serve and she couldn't dawdle on past events. A servant must not be distracted from their task, otherwise they will – without a doubt – cause distaste with their masters and that is something a servant must never acquire. Saa heard her mother's advice ring through her mind's ears. She tossed thoughts of her mother aside; she couldn't afford to cry like a child anymore.

The sun continued to blaze on as the wooden cage carriage led little Saa and the other slaves to be sold to their new masters. It was about Midday – from the position of the sun, and the feeling of the intense heat – by the time Saa reached the city where she'd be sold. The driver stopped at the gates, a roughly built man walked up to the carriage and began a conversation with him. Saa raised a brow and felt her heart sink – it looks like there'd be no chance of escape with guards like that watching over the city. He soon let the driver pass and the cage trotted on closer and closer to Saa's new master. She looked up at the scene before her in awe: as they passed through the gates she was led through street after street with many homes. People walked along dressed in varied attire – all were adorned with glittering gold. Saa's old home was in a smaller village along the Nile, a total of seven families lived there. I must be in a village very close to the Pharaoh, she thought as the carriage continued on. I wish I could work for him, Saa sighed. The more wealth a man has – the more servants he'll need and surely have – thus one servant such as you will be less likely to have too much attention paid to you. Her mother's wise words rang through her mind again. This time she couldn't help but think of her, she'd been on her mind for the past year as they'd traveled to this city. Sorrow tore a hole in Saa's heart as she thought about her home before, it brought the familiar panging and unwanted hurt in her chest as her mind raced back to the last day she ever saw her mother.

It was only a year and a half ago; Saa was barely ten years old. Her mother was lucky enough to be a kitchen hand instead of grueling out in the fields of crops. Saa was too young to be doing any real work around the home – so she was charged with keeping the Master's youngest son entertained during his afternoon off. The boy was but a devil in disguise – he'd always chase little Saa about and attempt to cut her hair, mar her skin, and many other equally appalling activities. She'd run and run until he tired out and left to bother some other poor soul; the only reason Saa never got in any trouble from running was that the son enjoyed the chase. Unfortunately, luck was not always on Saa's side when it came to escaping his ferocity. The master's son was chasing her as usual one normal day, but this time she decided to try to loose the son in the kitchens; especially since the afternoon meal was right around the corner. So Saa ran and skirted around the kitchen hands, the son hot on her trail. The boy never gave up, he followed on her toes with a steaming cattle brand in his hand. Saa was not fast enough and she tripped, sprawling across the floor, the son tripped over her leg and the cattle brand swung out of his hand and knocked into a vase. All held their breath as the vase rocked and tipped over, a loud crash soon following. The beautiful blue pieces dotted the floor, and Saa felt her heart sink at the sight; she was going to get the blame for this.

Saa's mother rushed over to see if her daughter was okay, and at that very moment the master walked in to the kitchens to conduct his usual check ups. His eyes landed on the broken vase, his son, Saa and her mother. A heavy silence fell upon the kitchen, each of the servants stopped whatever task they were working on to see what the master would do. The master's eyes landed upon his son's visage again, and he beckoned him close – to which the son immediately obeyed and ran close to his fathers body. The master kneeled down to his son's level and rested his hands on his shoulders.

"Son, What happened here?" he asked.

The boy knew he'd be in trouble if he outright said he'd knocked over his mother's favorite vase – he'd probably not be allowed to play outside for a whole seven sun cycles. His heart tugged at the possibility of lying, his brain told him otherwise. But the heart often wins battles of emotions,

"Well," the son began but the father soon cut him off.

"Do not lie to me my son. You have nothing to fear by telling the truth."

The son took a moment before he continued, "It was – it was her!" He pointed to Saa's mother.

Saa's mother went wide-eyed for a moment before she concealed her surprised. Saa's mouth dropped open, her heart swelling with fear. How could he lie? All eyes turned to the elder of the two females as she merely stared against the floor of the kitchen. Saa's mother knew better than to speak out against the son that would mean she'd be calling him a liar and the master would not stand for that.

"Son is this true?" The master asked him son again, and the son nodded.

"Yes papa, it is."

"Very well." He sighed and beckoned Saa's mother to him.

Saa felt her heart sink lower with each step her mother took away from her; she knew this couldn't possibly end well. Her eyes began to swell with tears as she watched her mother stop in front of the master, she never looked him in the eye but stood her ground as she awaited her punishment.

"We will see what my wife will choose as your punishment my dear Aziza. Considering it was her vase I have no control over what she does. Come all – " he waved for the kitchen hands to come with him. " – you are all witnesses to the crime and therefore you all must be present for the punishment."

Saa swallowed back her tears as the master marched into the next room with her mother right behind him. The kitchen servants stood still in momentary shock at the events that occurred. However, they knew if they dawdled behind for too long they'd be in trouble as well, this prompted them to quickly drop their tasks and follow the master into the next room. One of the last servants to leave the room took Saa's hand in her own and flashed her a small sad smile – trying to uplift her spirits some. Saa gave her a strained smile back, but she couldn't conceal the worry in her features. Once they all poured into the main room, Saa and the kitchen servant walked to the front of the room, standing a few meters behind Saa's mother. Saa arrived halfway through the talk between the master's wife and her son.

"- and that is what happened Mama." The son concluded.

The mother nodded and pondered for a moment before turning to her husband.

"Is this what he told you as well?"

The master nodded and placed a loving hand on her shoulder, "Yes and I am sorry you're vase has been broken my dear."

She frowned, and looked back at Saa's mother.

"I have decided your punishment, but first let me explain this for your lesser mind to understand. That vase was the last gift given to me by my beloved father. After he passed on, he left that vase to me from my mother. Therefore, you must have something equal of value taken away from you in order to suffice for what you've taken from me. Thus, your daughter shall be given as a gift to a dear friend of mine, he lives a couple of villages over. Your daughter shall leave today; say your goodbyes Aziza, so that we may get on with our lives."

When the master's wife concluded she sauntered out of the room and along with her – her son and husband followed. Saa's mother let out an airy gasp and fell to her knees; her body quietly shook with sobs. Saa stood frozen in fear, her heart thumping wildly at what just took place. She was being taken from her mother? Oh how she wished she could've told that woman what really had happened. Saa knew no one would believe her especially since she was a mere child. Saa's eyes found her mother's and she saw in her mother's eyes that she was indeed going to be taken away.

"Mama!" Saa cried as she ran for her mother.

She felt something grip onto her tiny arms and hold her back – her mother was only a few feet away. She was so close she could smell the scent of something apple she must've been cooking in the kitchen. Saa called out for her mother again, but her mother was crouched in fear. Her wide eyes the color of a royals gown still haunted Saa's memory. The last thing she could hear her mother say was:

"Saa I will see you again, whether it be in a few days time or a thousand years. Stay strong my beautiful girl and remember that I love you more than anything else in this world!" She cried, covering her mouth at an attempt to suffocate the sobs.

Saa barely had any time to scream 'I love you Mama' before the doors were shut and Saa was dragged out.

A loud clanging brought Saa back into the present time. Looking about she took in her environment, she noticed that the carriage had stopped and that the drive was walking around to the back of the cage. She could hear his keys jingling together and the door soon opened, allowing the dense heat to fill the tiny space.

"Out – now." A slave trader commanded.

Immediately all 25 slaves jumped up at the same time and marched out of the cage, all stood outside waiting for the next command. Saa's clouded eyes searched and studied the area around her. They were walking into a large gleaming palace, the stones shone as white as the desert sands with glittering gold accents all around. She raised a brow at all the servants running about and what seemed like a few nobles scurrying to and fro. Hmm.. Saa pondered as the slave trader led them into said palace. As they were marching through the halls, Saa's young mind was too distracted by all the gold to notice that they were being led into a throne room. Saa's eyes eventually landed on the beautiful golden seat, it shimmered against a few delicate rays of sunlight that were let through by the roof. The chair was empty at the moment but Saa couldn't help but wonder who would be leading this slave auction, or how a slave auction was even conducted. She'd never been to an auction before, she hadn't even left her master's house more than a handful of times.

All of the servants were lined up in 20 rows of 20, shortest to tallest. Saa being a mere child was led to the front of the lines, and to her surprise there were many other children there was well. She guessed there must've been more than one carriage coming here to this auction. Saa glanced about at the other children; they all seemed to be very strong, unlike Saa. Not to her surprise however, none of the other children were looking about as all servants were trained to keep their focus ahead and to the floor unless being spoken to. A few more moment of silence ensued as the rest of the slaves fell into their respective lines and positions. One by one everyone locked themselves into place until there was no one else left to position. Saa's curiosity finally got the better of her and she glanced up, through the ratted veil of hair, at the throne once more, and immediately regretted her decision. Saa came into direct eye contact with a very well dressed man sitting atop the sparkling throne. He looked wise beyond his years – as though he'd lived many lifetimes. Saa could feel the air of respect and wisdom that shrouded him. His robe, down to his very intricately lined eyes, breamed with power and knowledge. They both watched one another for a moment, as Saa could not move out of fear. The last time she had made eye contact with those above her status, they'd left her with a blackened eye and a bleeding lip. Saa felt her heart quicken as she quickly looked away. She felt her cheeks and neck begin to redden at her embarrassment, and worry sweat through her pores. When a few moments had passed and nothing had happened, Saa felt her worry dissipate to a certain extent. But, she couldn't help to wince when a loud commanding voice boomed across the room.

"Servants, today is a day where Ra has smiled upon us all!" The slave trader commanded our attention; he waved his hands around before us.

"You all have been given a very blessed chance to serve our great Pharaoh! He is conducting a party in honor of his child's 12th name day. Thus he will need all of the extra support to allow for a pleasant evening for all! You all will be given duties that I expect you to fulfill to the highest degree tonight! Then once the party ends, we will conclude the night with you all being traded to new families to serve! Those who do not impress will help our Pharaoh with the building of his pyramid!" The slave trader smiled and bowed towards the Pharaoh.

The Pharaoh stood and nodded to the servants before him.

"I thank each and every one of you for allowing me to have this beautiful evening for my dearest child. I'm sure we all will have fun tonight in honor of the spirit of living. I once again, thank you."

Saa watched him while he spoke, she saw true happiness in his eyes. She raised a brow in confusion, he does know we aren't doing this because we want to right? The Pharaoh's eyes met Saa's again, and she stiffened as they looked at one another again. He smiled for a moment and nodded to her, before turning and exiting the room. As soon as the Pharaoh left, the slave trader's began giving everyone his or her duties, and scuttling about to make sure everyone had something to do. Saa was to deliver food to the Pharaoh and his royal court, as they needed it. She and one other child slave were to stand behind them, but far enough away to where they didn't feel pressured, and bring them whatever they desired. Saa sighed gratefully; at least she didn't have to wave fans for anyone or something like that.

Make sure to read the Author's Note in the beginning, you may be a little confused in two chapters if you don't! Love you all!