Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh!
Summery: They had been best friends for as long as she could remember. But when the candidates for marriage begin to drift in, they begin to drift apart. Now when great danger is upon them can they cross the sea that has formed between them and help each other before it is too late? Only time can tell.
When they found her lying in the streets, rolled up in a holey blanket, threadbare clothes and on the brink of death, she hadn't expected them to take pity on her. No one else ever had. But they had and it scared her.
It all started with that man. He didn't look like anyone important, not to her at least, hidden in a dark cloak that swirled around him. She hadn't been paying attention as she filled her water bucket. She could only be five years old. She was small, much smaller then most girls her age. To the naked eye it would appear that she couldn't and didn't defend herself. Her creamed colored face covered in dark buries and long brown hair was matted with blood, held up with a torn piece of cloth that matched the rip of her dress was evidence of this. She was a beggar and no one ever cared for a beggar.
The man stood by one of the many food vendors, observing the crowd. He hated this part of his job. To see all the people who were in need of help. He could do little for them as the Pharaoh's personal spell caster. But as the Pharaoh asked of him, everyday he would travel into the market square and do crowd control. Rumors had been spreading of nobles attacking the lower peasants. The Pharaoh had been appalled and requested that those who were tormenting his citizens be brought to the palace immediately.
He'd been scanning the crowd when he saw her. She was nothing extraordinary. A young girl flanked by a dog with a rope for a collar. She struggled lifting the pail of water, taking tiny foot steps in a hope of gaining her balance. The dog waked faithfully behind her, nudging her legs whenever she began to fall backwards. The man wasn't sure what he found interesting about her, but she had an aura much like his student Mahado's.
"Sir," One of the guards standing on either side of him in disguise nudged him in the side and pointed down the street. His eyes followed the guard's finger and saw what he was speaking of.
People began to clear to the sides of the road to make way for the gang of teenaged noble girls, guarded with heavily armed men. They wore dresses of silk and jewelry of gold signifying their rank in the upper classes. As they walked the man could hear them laughing and pointing at the scattering citizens.
As they drew closer to the water fountain the man noticed that the little girl with the bucket still struggling. The dog looked back and forth between the nobles and his mistress and the man swore that the dog began to panic. If that was possible. He nudged the girl harder with his nose causing her to loose her footing and tumble to the ground.
The water she had been carrying went everywhere and the pail she had used shattered. Immediately, the dog was at her side licking her face and nudging her to get up and move.
The man looked closer, observing her. She had landed on the pot that had shattered and her hands and knees were covered in scrapes caused by the sharp glass that dug into her skin. The man looked back to the nobles and saw the lead girl, a woman he knew to be named Lady Kara, had set her eyes on the small girl. He knew she was ruthless. His student would often complain of her flirtatious moves on him and Seto and then her horrid behavior toward Isis and her younger brother, Malik.
When he turned back to the little girl he could see that she had noticed Kara and was moving quicker. She had grabbed hold of the dog, trying with all her might to pull herself up despite her wounded hands and knees. Her bare feet walked across the shattered glass and she let out low moans of pain but made not move to stop. The dog pulled her away, trying to get them as far into the crowd as possible. But it was too late, Kara had reached her.
"My, my. Look what we had here girls." The noble lady chuckled. "If it isn't little, pathetic, worthless, Kya the Beggar and her poor excuse of a dog Hora." The man expected the girl (Kya, now) to cower; many did when Kara spoke to them. He wouldn't have thought any less of her if she had. But instead Kya pulled herself to her full height and spoke in a low, powerful voice that sent shivers threw the crowd.
"Your insults mean little compared to your ego and arrogance. Are you so desperate for power that you feel the need to attack a little girl? My, my and here I was thinking I was the only child here. But perhaps there is another." Kara gasped in shock while her second hand girl, Lady Ira raised her hand and brought it down on the Kya's cheek. The girl was knocked to the ground and let out a cry.
"You will pay for those words, peasant!" Ira yelled, snapping her fingers the guard brought out a whip. Hora, Kya's dog, jumped between her and the guard, letting out a fierce growl.
"The dog's gone rabid!" One of the girls screamed. "Guard, kill it!"
"HORA!" One guard moved toward the dog, grabbing it by the rope around its neck and pulled it out of the way while the other guard cracked a whip in the air.
"How's twenty lashes sound, Kya?" Kara chuckled darkly. "Perhaps then you will learn to respect your superiors." The crowd went into a dead silence as the girl began to glow a golden hue. The man's eyes widened and he acted quickly.
"I order you to stop, as the Pharaoh's advisor I arrest all of you for cruelty against the Pharaoh's citizens." He walked out, throwing off his hood and brandishing he wand. "Guards, arrest these ladies and their guards. Take them to the Pharaoh as ordered."
"Magician Hatem!" The girl's cried in fear. "Please sir, we didn't do anything wrong!" Ira cried as she was led away.
"Tormenting a defenseless child is beyond wrong, Lady Kara, and you should know better then to do such a thing. I would have thought your father would have taught you to respect the citizens of Egypt."
Kara's face screwed up in anger. "Defenseless! Kya? You're mistaken Hatem! I was doing everyone a favor in getting rid of that abomination!" She screamed as she left his confused sight.
'What does she mean?' He thought. Hatem turned around and found the little girl struggling to gather the shards of her broken pot. He smiled as he watched as the dog brought a piece to her. Kya smiled weakly and pulled the dog toward her in a hug.
"I know Hora…" She whispered. "But sometimes I can't control it." She sounded of the child she was, not the strong woman she was moments ago. "He wants out all the time." She continued. At her words Hatem became intrigued. "He says he can help me. I know he can, but you remember last time I allowed him out."
"Kya?" Hearing her name, Kya's head shot up and she looked at Hatem. "You are speaking of you Ka, are you not?"
"Is that what he is?" Hatem reached for her hand but she noticed quickly and pulled back with a scowl. Her eyes shined and in a powerful voice she spoke,
"You will not touch my human without her consent, mage." Hatem fell back as a wave of power exited the girl's body. "Who are you?"
"My name is Hatem; I am the Pharaoh's personal spell caster." Hatem bowed slightly. "May I ask who you are?"
"I am the powerful one." Kya's hand reached of and her index finger touched the center of Hatem's forehead. An image of a dark man, cloaked in the shadows appeared before Hatem's eyes. A set of dark eyes glared at him threw the darkness. But as quickly as they came one pair become two and then the vision disappeared leaving Hatem clutching his chest as his own Ka bowed to the more powerful one.
"This girl holds two Ka's?" Hatem panted out.
"The silent ones do not speak but are always there. Watching and protecting."
"How is that possible?" He asked, confusion written all across his face.
"You should not ask questions that you do not want to answer to." The thing said. Hatem rubbed his bearded chin in confusion. It was obvious that that Ka inside this girl was not going to tell him, but there may be another answer. Perhaps.
"Does this girl hold magic inside her?"
"More then you know." Hatem let this sink in. This girl, who possessed two Ka's had magic. The power he could feel radiating off her surpassed even him. Could it be that she held so much magic that her soul had formed two kas instead of one? If he could train her to control it she could be the most powerful magician in the history of Egypt and the most feared.
He came to his decision. He would take her to the palace and train her. Now all he needed was her Ka's approval for it was clear that it would not resist in attacking him if he took her by force. "Powerful one." He began, being as respectful as he possibly could to something he could not see. "You're human is powerful. I can feel it in my soul. But she does not know how to control this power." The girl's golden eyes narrowed in anger. Hatem was quick to continue, not wishing to insult the creature anymore. "Please, allow me to train her. Teach her my ways as a spell caster."
Kya squinted as the sun blared into her eyes. She shook her head, trying to clear the fuzziness away. This happened a lot, usually whenever the nobles picked on her. She knew what it was but was too afraid to admit that the spirits inside her could control her body.
"Hora, stop it." She whined as the dog began to lick her face. He let out tiny whines as he rubbed his muzzle against her cheek. Annoyed she pushed him away only to look up when she heard someone talk. "Hello." She answered with a smile at the man who stood in front of her speaking to one of the palace guards. She had spoken to him before, but only a few words.
Hatem looked down at the little girl, glad to see she had awoken. He knelt down on one knee and smiled kindly. "Hello, I've been waiting for you to awaken." The smile on the girl's face was contagious.
"My name's Kya." She said. "What's yours?"
"Hatem."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Hatem." He laughed and shook his head. He loved children.
"And it is very nice to meet you, Miss. Kya." The dog that sat beside her whined. Hatem laughed and raised his hand to pet the dog but Hora beat him to it as he licked his face in one sloppy, drooly kiss.
"I think Hora likes you!" Hatem laughed heartily. Before he turned somber.
"Kya," The little girl looked up at him with a smile. "I need to know, how long have those girls been doing this to you?" The smile instantly disappeared.
"It started maybe three months ago." Hatem frowned.
"Well Kya, they're not going to hurt you anymore. You see, I'm the Pharaoh's personal spell caster and I was ordered to come and stop whoever was causing this turmoil among the citizens. The Pharaoh will punish them as he sees fit, but in order for justice to be served you need to come to the palace and speak against them." He held out his hand to her. "Will you come with me?"
Okay so beginnings are always the worst part of the story. I promise that the next chapter will be better…hopefully. If you review it would always make me want to write it faster (hint, hint). So tell me if you like it or if it's just a piece of crap that I should throw away. :)