Hello! This is Cheyenne here, writing a separate fanfic. by myself. It'll suck, but hey! It's all in the fun, right? Anyways, I fail at all things grammar, so bear with me ^^ Hope you like the series!

Side note: I REALLY don't like Anzu/Tea so… erm… *coughcough* forgive me if you happen to like her.

DISCLAIMER!! I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh! Flamers will also be beaten with THE stick of DOOM. ((Original name The stick of ETERNAL DOOMYNESS, but I was lazy and decided to shorten it.)) POINT STILL STANDS. Constructing criticism I'm fine with, as I'm well aware I'll probably need it =D Flaming however, is something different, much meaner, and there for NOT TOLERATED ^^ If this is somehow unclear to you, I suggest you run for your life before THE stick of DOOM comes after you ^^ FLAMING IS BAD. Mwah ha ha =P Happy comments and reviews are appreciated ^^

Another side note: The main characters name (the character I made up) is pronounced A-SO-KA.

And yet another side note (I should REALLY start typing…): This is the prologue =D

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"WHAT?" A girl with flashing azure eyes and jet black raven hair yelled at an older, graying man; seated in a chair in front of her.

"I said: You'll be going to the palace of the Pharaoh. I believe you'll benefit from the experience well, and bring great honor to our family."

"Father…" The girl's voice was a little choked, and her eyes became misty. Slowly, she sat down in a chair which had been propped up against the browned walls of her room, and placed her face in her palms, jet black hair falling around her face like a water fall. "I don't want to go. I walk to stay here and…" The girl trailed off, reaching out a slightly tanned hand to briefly stroke the walls of the room which had been her sanctuary for the past sixteen, almost seventeen years.

"I know," the older man said, looking a little remorseful. "But it's for your own good. The palace can provide you with opportunities that myself or our village never could. And as minor nobles… we're lucky we have this chance, Asoka."

"I know." Asoka looked down at the floor quietly. Sighing, she looked back up at the man; her father. "Alright," she said, turning her head to look out her window, where outside a small oasis was visible through the golden sand. "I'll go."

"Thank you," the father whispered quietly, standing up to hug his daughter once more before taking his leave; pausing only when he heard Asoka call out:

"Father… when am I leaving?"

"Tomorrow…" the father whispered, before leaving his daughter to pack, for while his story was almost finished, hers was only about to begin.