This is my first multi-chapter story. If you think i was nervous uploading this, you have just thought the biggest understatement of the year. I have been staring at this chapter for hour upon hours for the last few days, maybe weeks. If you don't appreciateit, go shove your head in toilet. I would like to thank sirensbane 100 times over for helping me with the title. I can't come up with good story titleto save my life. She also betaed the first few chapters.
I do not own Yugioh. If I did, *laughs evilly* There would some major plot changes.
"Mahaad, you must!" a brown-haired Egyptian man yelled. He was dressed in a typical Egyptian fashion: long white tunic that came to his knees and gold covering his arms and legs. His hair fell to his shoulders and he had emerald eyes that glared at his son in anger at being defied.
"Father, I will not marry," his son answered calmly. He stood at the average height, had brown hair and dark blue eyes. He wore a white tunic also, but his was adorned with a strip of blue and golden shoulder covers that extended to his neckline. Over his head he wore a common white head covering and a golden circlet. Around his neck he wore a golden ring with 5 spikes and a triangular middle. More gold ornamented his arms. A DiaDhank was sheathed on one arm. All in all, an outfit fit for a High Priest of the Pharaoh and the head magician of his court.
"But son, you are expected to. Do you not wish to know the joy of fathering sons and daughters? To whom will you pass your knowledge and title?"
"I am training a young girl by the name of Mana. I pass on my knowledge to her."
"But what about your title, Mahaad! Our family's bloodline has been in the Pharaoh's court for generations! As my oldest it is your responsibility to uphold that honor and continue it!" Mahaad stared blankly at his father. "There are countless young princesses from the north I know of that would bear you many sons!"
"Father, I will say this once more. I will not marry any princess you pick out for me."
The man sat down on the stool nearby. "I don't get it, Mahaad. Countless young women would throw themselves at you only given the chance, yet you choose not one. I had 3 wives by your age, and yet you have none, nor desire one!"
"Perhaps it was the right choice for you."
"And you don't believe it to be the right choice for yourself?"
"Tradition requires me to wed a princess from the north. I have no desire to do so; I do not believe it to be the proper course of action."
"So you will remain an unmarried man your whole life? Let our noble line die?"
"I would, Father."
"What about the Millennium Ring? Who would earn it?"
"The Ring would go to whoever was most worthy. I will not have a say in the matter."
"Mahaad-"
"I will not, Father. That is my final decision, and though you are my father, you may not make this choice for me. It is against the laws of Egypt."
The man sighed, closing his eyes to think better.
"Is there nothing I can do to change your mind?"
"No."
"Please-"
"Father, I have said no."
The man sighed heavily. "If this is your decision, my son."
"It is."
"Then so be it. I will not force you to do something you have no wish to do. But keep in mind what I have said. Be safe." Mahaad nodded and bowed in farewell before walking out the door of the house.
Mahaad climbed onto his horse. It was a lovely chestnut-colored beast, with a proud demeanor that came from being bred from generations of noble horses. The horse tensed and took off towards the palace. Mahaad was left to his thoughts till the half-hour journey was over.
There had been much argument over his leaving; the great Pharaoh Atem did not want him to go alone, convinced the Thief King would find a way to strike at him. Finally, after much persuasion and pleas for privacy, Mahaad had been allowed to make the short journey alone.
In close-to-no time, Mahaad arrived at the palace. He waved at the guards and they quickly shoved against the gates, the doors swinging opened with barely a groan. It was the training magicians' responsibility in the palace to make sure that the gates could open and close quietly and quickly. In a dangerous situation slow and loud gates could be fatal. Mahaad would have to speak to them about that; they were a little slow.
He rode into the palace and went directly to the stables. The horse rode directly into its stall and he dismounted swiftly. In ten minutes, the horse was pleasantly eating from a bowl of dates. Mahaad grabbed a brush from one of the walls and began to brush it. A few strokes in he heard a noise behind him.
He turned around and saw a beautiful woman standing there. She wore a white dress with a golden cinch around her waist and a blue collar. Her eyes were a deep blue and her black hair was hidden behind a large golden head dress and white cover. Her arms were decorated in the same fashion as his. Around her neck a golden chain with a large eye hung.
"Mahaad," she whispered. He looked at her lovingly
"Greetings, Isis." His tone was soft and gentle. The woman smiled and relaxed, seeing no one was around.
"Welcome back, my husband."
A few notes, I know Egyptians did not ride horses. But they do in the show. So... ya get it. And I know the dad gave up easily, but how do you continue a conversation like that? I personally don't fight losing battles (unless they are really important of course) and the dad KNEW Mahaad wasn't going to marry and just kinda gave up.
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