So if you have read, I have started writing again after stopping for three years due to high school application. I am writing this story and another story, Under the Moonlight in conjuction so that I don't lose my motivation for either story.

Also, I was interested in writing in this series because if you have read my other stories, you probably had an inkling I like really old anime that was essentially my childhood. This also applies to Under the Moonlight which is a digimon fic that I am writing in conjunction with this story and I am shamelessly advertising it so if you want to go check it out.

I got inspired to write this fic because of the announcement of Yu-Gi-Oh The Dark Side of the Dimensions and ended up doing a marathon and watched the whole original series. Again. For the 10th time again. It also helps that I still keep up with the latest Yu-Gi-Oh animes. I really love this series and I think that they are doing a 20th anniversary to celebrate is a great thing and in celebration to that, this story was born.

An another note, I wrote this story's outline (which is 10 pages long, single spaced) in an inspirational stint after reading Merry Sioux'sRewindand Play. So you will notice later on in this story that there will be similar scenes and perhaps similar ideas and I have asked for permission from the author herself and I credit those scenes and ideas back to her. If you have not read her story, go read it. They are amazing.

So in other news, lets get to the story shall we?

I also do not own the picture that was used to put on this story

Disclaimer: I do not own anything at all except my own OC's

Aziza was a normal villager.

She went about her day like any other villager, worshipping Ra and the Pharaoh for blessing the land with their gifts and finishing her duties before retiring at night. Then that process would repeat the next morning.

So that was why she was surprised to find someone to disrupt that routinely ritual.

It started normally with her waking up early in the morning, praying to Lord Ra and starting her duties of delivering water to the other villagers in her small village.

It was during one of those trips that she came upon an unconscious being at the edge of the village.

Aziza nearly dropped her vase of water in shock at the sight before she ran towards the young child.

The being was a child, a girl no older than 3 summers old with black hair with odd crimson lining the tips of her strands. She had never seen such an absurd coloring in anyone's hair before and Aziza had to take a moment to touch the child's hair to see if any blood came off but that was was of no use, the girl really had crimson on her hair.

The child wore tattered clothing and was had odds bruises forming along the line of her skin and had no other possessions on her body and this made Aziza frown with the dilemma she was presented.

The young woman had to wonder what she was to do with this young child. She had not seen this young child in the village before and she doubted anyone else in her hometown would know who this mysterious visitor. And the child was injured and had probably crossed the dessert at night to reach this village.

However, Aziza was wary of the child's origin's, for it was strange to see a child this young in such a state.

But before she could contemplate anything else, Aziza noticed the sun had started to rise again and that she still had her duties to attend to.

So she quickly brought the child to home and let her rest there before continuing her duties before answering any lingering questions she had.

It was not like the child would wake up anytime soon.

…

After delivering the water to everyone in her village, Aziza had sought out the Village Chief. For he was the oldest, wisest and kindest man in the whole village and if it was anyone who would have knowledge in what to do in this situation, it would be him. He was also the village's healer, so he would be able to treat the wounds the young one carried.

But more than that, the Village Chief was the man who had raised her after the passing of her parents, so she trusted him above all else to know how to handle the situation.

After understanding the situation, the Village Chief nodded, his face grave before following Aziza back to her abode. Once there, they noticed that the young girl had not yet awaken as she lied on the bed with soft slow breaths.

The Village Chief looked over her body for any illnesses or wounds and found none. Only the bruises lining her skin were their and they would heal given time. After giving Aziza his diagnosis, the child groaned and shifted.

The two adults held their breaths as the child's slowly lifted her eyelids and once they saw what her eyes looked like they gasped.

For the child's eyes were of the color of the sun, a mixture of amber and orange that flickered and shifted with every breath she took. Looking into the child's eyes seem to be like looking into the judging eyes of Ra.

The adults snapped out of their stupor as they saw the child screw her eyes shut and groan again. The Village chief first approached the child with a greeting.

The child opened her eyes as her brows furrowed and she looked down. She slowly sat up on the bed and rubbed her head and slowly lifted her face up. She held a wary expression as she looked at the two and they did not blame her for that. She woke up in a unfamiliar house with two strangers, it was not unusual for her to react in such a manner.

The Village Chief first introduced himself to the young girl and then explained to her how she got there and that Aziza had found the child. He went on to say that it was lucky that the girl had no wounds and no illnesses despite spending the night out in the cold dessert night. The child went along with his words and nodded slowly as she followed the conversation.

Then the Village Chief asked for the child's name and how she got herself into such a situation. The child stood still and she held her breath. Her eyebrows furrowed and her hands clenched the sheets underneath her as she her mouth opened a little but no answer came out.

Finally she answered, her voice young and soft and shaky. But her answer was:

"I don't know. Who am I?"

The Village Chief and Aziza were stumped. They could not believe what had just come out of the young child's mouth and asked again but the child just shook her head and her shoulders dropped.

The Village Chief reasoned that due to whatever ordeal the child went through that she had trauma and thus was unable to recall anything in her past. This put them into a problem, for what are they to do with the child?

The child did not remember anyone and she was alone when she was found at the edge of the village, so it was safe to assume that she had no other relatives. The child was alone and had no where else to go.

The Village chief felt kinship with the child. She was alone and her situation reminded him of Aziza once upon a time ago, when she had just lost her parents.

The same unfocused, wavering lost look in the child's eyes reminded him of the girl who he thought of as a daughter.

So with a great deep breathe and a deep resolve, he asked if the child would like to come with him to his home.

The child jolted in her place and looked at him with wide eyes, almost in disbelief. However, with Aziza an understanding occurred and she added that she could come visit her place anytime she wanted to as well. She understood her father figure saw her in the child's eyes, and to be frank she saw herself in the girl.

Of when she did not know where to go when she had lost her parents to illness.

So she understood the Village Chief's intentions and decided to encourage the child to go with the chief.

The child was silent, her head bowed and her mouth was pressed into a thin line. Slowly, she looked up and looked into the Village Chief's eyes and he had to hold himself back from holding his breath as those same clear eyes looked at him.

Hesitantly, the girl nodded her head. The Village Chief- Akil felt his lips twitch into a soft smile before he extended a hand to the child. The girl reached out and stopped before clasping her hand in his.

…

The child was given a new name.

For instead of chaining the child to an unknown past, it was better to look to the future.

So Akil had named the child Eshe, for she now had a new life ahead of her instead of the mysterious past behind her.

At first, the villagers were suspicious of the child. For a young one to appear with no background? That was not of the norm. So they kept a wary eye on the child constantly once they learned of her existence. Some had tried to inflict harm upon the girl, but once they caught sight of her eyes, they backed away from that thought.

The other village children shied away from the young girl and even the adults tried to avoid her. For once they looked into her eyes, they would not dare to inflict hurt to the child. It was as if just by looking into her eyes, she would judge you of your soul.

It was much too similar to how they would picture the Gods. So they stayed away from her as much as they could.

Eshe on the other hand was very awkward.

In the beginning, she would stumble through everything she did. It was not as though she was a clumsy child, it was the fact she had no knowledge of anything after her awakening.

Every new thing and culture she learned was fresh, and Akil likened that fact to that of a newborn child.

She was an innocent, if not ignorant child. But she gave the best effort in learning everything she could and she was grateful towards Akil and Aziza who had found her. So she tried to help them i everything they did and learned everything they knew of.

From Akil, she learned basic medicine and how to treat others. He taught her how to identify basic herbs and poisonous beings such as scorpions. Akil taught her those skills in case of an emergency if she needed to treat someone else or even her self if it was necessary. It was something he thought the young child should have given the original state the child was found in.

From Aziza, she learned how to sew and to make clothes. However, Eshe was still a young child and therefore had not learned good hand coordination yet, so often she pricked herself with the needle. Often times, Aziza would take amusement at the cute disgruntled expression Eshe's face took on. however, Aziza was kind enough to let Eshe practice on dark colored cloth, so as to not depress the young child from her simple mistakes.

And so time passed and Eshe spent the time peacefully with Akil and Aziza. Learning the tricks to their trade and often avoiding the rest of the villagers. For she knew her eyes unnerved the rest of the people. So to rest their fears, often would she not look people in the eye and avoid the company of anyone else except Aziza and Akil.

Aziza and Akil were worried with the fact that Eshe was not making friends with anyone near her age, but she seemed to be at peace and they thought that eventually the other children would warm up to the girl, so they decided to leave the issue alone for the time being.

And thus a year passed and Eshe was 4 years old when the next incident occurred.

…

It was an attack.

The village was not unlike other villages, that sometimes bandits and thieves would come and wreck destruction and pillage them of their belongings.

The odd thing was that no bandit had come to the village for over a year, just around the time that Eshe was found. So the villagers had become complacent. And that costed them.

They were unprepared of the wave of bandits that came rushing into the village and many tried to hide away and run back into their homes. The women, children and elderly were quickly hidden away and the men tried to fight back against the bandits.

However, it was a losing battle, for the numbers of the bandits were far to many, and slowly the men were beaten down and forced to lie down on their back.

It was with great horror that the bandits started to drag the women and children out in the open. Wails filled the air as children were slowly being separated from their mothers and put into a cage.

The same was with Eshe as she was dragged over and like any other child she fought for her freedom and struggled in the grasps of her captor.

The situation magnanimously got worse when they caught sight of her eyes. Her captor laughed and yelled to his accomplices that they caught a treasure and said she would cost a lot in the market.

Aziza would not allow that to happen. Not to the child that looked up to her with wonder and for protection. So ignoring the cries of her fellow villagers, she broke free of one of the bandits and tried to get Eshe away from that horrid man.

However, she was quickly beaten down and the bandit holding Eshe captive sneered at her attempt and tried to make an example out of her. Slowly, a disgusting grin create over his face as he raised his sword in anticipation.

The scene looked as if it was in slow motion in the eyes of Akil and Eshe to their horror. The sword was brought down and the widening fearful eyes of Aziza as she tried to raise her arms to shield her was like a tragic play.

Something within Eshe snapped just as the sword was about to cut into Aziza's flesh.

A bright flash was emitted and that blinded everyone in the vicinity. Instead of the sword meeting Aziza, it instead hit a ball of hair that had wings and exploded. The bandit was flung backwards due to the explosion and Aziza took that opportunity to grab Eshe and get away from the bandit.

However, it did not end there.

Another puffball that was bigger and had no wings let out a small chirpy war cry as it zipped towards the rest of the bandits and multiplied. Soon the area was filled with numerous puffballs that exploded upon contact with the bandits.

Screams and curses rang through the air as explosions sang. Suddenly it was silent, sans for the groans that came from the injured felons.

Akil and Aziza could not believe their eyes. Eshe had just summoned some thing that turned the disastrous situation around. The girl in question was deadly silent, except for hugging the same puffball with wings that had protected Aziza from harm.

Once the explosions had ended, the bigger puffball floated back to Eshe and chirped happily as it nuzzled into her cheek. It cooed as she brought a hand up to scratch it to the being's satisfaction.

Akil and Aziza sighed in relief at the end of the crisis. However, it was not over yet. A bandit, that had manage to hide away from the explosions using one of its accomplices as a meat shield stood up.

He face was screwed up into a face of rage. His temples taut and teeth grit, he yelled as he aimed his sword at Eshe and brought it down.

Eshe shut her eyes and hid herself in the winged puffballs fur as the bigger puffball stretched his arms out as if to protect her, an expression of determination upon its face.

However, he stopped short of the puffball. Almost as if he was frozen in place. The expression of rage on the bandit did not fade, however it was now tempered with fearful confusion.

Slowly, Akil and Aziza and the rest of the villagers could hear it. The sound of stamping hooves coming nearer to their village.

And soon they saw, soldiers of the Pharaoh led by one of his high priests. Tired and injured they may be, the villagers kneeled and bowed their heads, Akil urging the clueless Eshe to follow for he understood the consequences of not showing respect to one of the Pharaoh's high priests.

And while Eshe, confused as she was followed suit, her little summons did not follow and instead looked upon the newcomers with determination to protect his summoner and wariness.

As soon as the soldiers arrived, they arrested the bandits and the frozen bandit was taken into custody. Manu looked upon the scene he arrived to and his gaze stopped on young Eshe and her little summons. His Millennium Ring had reacted to the young child, did that mean…

His eyes widened at his realization and his subordinates murmured in confusion, why was a Ka here?

There was a stillness in the air before the high priest ordered his soldiers to treat the wounded and free the women and children. He also ordered to gently bring the Village Chief to him.

The soldiers saluted him and quickly bustled into activity, gathering the wounded and freeing the caught women and children. There was much joyous exclamations and that filled the high priest with warmth. Then when a women murmured something to the child and slowly sat up, Manu nearly gasped.

The child held such a unique coloring in her eyes. A bright mixture of amber and orange that flickered. It reminded him stunningly to the setting sun. He idly noted that the young girl had such odd coloring in her hair. The only people that has had such odd coloring that he would know of would be the prince.

He broke out of his stupor when someone was brought to him.

An elderly man was brought to him, he held a wisdom in his eyes not unlike another advisor he knew back at the palace. His lips almost twitched into a small smile at the thought.

Akil went to kneel but was stopped by Manu and brought to his full height. Still Akil bowed to the priest.

"Thank you Lord Priest, you have saved our village from a terrible fate."

Manu shook his head, "It is my duty to protect the people. I only did what was entitled of me."

Aki smiled softly, "Even so, I must still thank you, for you have prevented a tragedy."

"But it seems that I did not need to do much." Manu turned his gaze to the young girl.

She was being held by a woman and still held onto a small summon. It was similar to the other summon in that it was a puffball but it was smaller and had a small pair of white wings. The other Ka, while not looking at him with wariness anymore was hovering over the girl warily.

"Who is that girl?" Manu asked.

Akil held his breathe before he sighed. "That is Eshe, she is just four summers old."

"She has such stunning eyes." Many murmured.

Akil had a proud smile on his lips, "Indeed, it is a pity that many are unable to see that but instead fear it."

Manu hummed in agreement, he could see how if fixated upon someone, that gaze could intimidate.

"Has she ever been able to summon things like that before?"

"No Lord Priest, not since she was found at the edge of the village a year ago."

Manu raised an eyebrow, "Found?"

Akil nodded, "Yes my foster daughter Aziza, the one who is holding Eshe, found her at the edge of the village a year ago unconscious. When she woke up, she had no memory of where she came from or who she was. She did not even remember her name."

Manu's expression saddened, "Such a burden on a young child."

Akil nodded solemnly, "Yes, but we have given her a new name to look forward to the future instead."

Manu approved of this man, "You are very wise."

Akil shook his head, "I am only wise because I have experienced life long enough Lord Priest. However, may I ask why you have come to our village?"

Manu blinked, "Why do you ask that?"

"It is unusual for one of your standing to come to a village such as ours. Especially when we are not particularly close to the capital."

Mahu gazed at the man and Akil wondered if he had overstepped his boundaries by questioning the actions of a high priest before Mahu answered him.

"One of my fellow High Priests received a prophecy that there would be someone of great potential in this village. I was tasked by the Pharaoh to come examine this great potential."

Akil's eyes widened and his jaw dropped in shock. "The Pharaoh!"

Mahu nodded, "If that person was truly of great potential, I was to invite that person back to the palace to serve the Pharaoh."

Then Manu turned his gaze upon Eshe and his eyes softened. "Atlhough I confess I did not expect a child this young."

Mahu turned back to Akil, "However, this only shows how much potential that young one holds. Only four summers old and she is able to summon two Ka without any help.

"If given the proper guidance, she would be able to blossom into a powerful mage and one of the best summoners of our court." Manu announced and as the current best mage of the Pharaoh's court, that statement held an enormous weight.

Akil was silent as he looked upon Eshe as she was being fussed over Aziza. She still had not let go of the fur ball and laughed a little as the little being tickled her.

"Village Chief," Akil turned back to the high priest. "Will you let her come with me so that we may nurture that potential?"

Akil fell silent at that proposition. He understood that serving the Pharaoh was a great honor and the fact that Eshe was given this opportunity was unheard of. He also knew that Eshe would have a much better life if she lived in the palace as well.

However, he was fond of the little girl. The same little girl who would toddle behind him and gaze at everything with wide eyed wonder. He did not want to let go of her now.

And yet, he wanted what was best for the girl.

Manu waited as the Village chief weighed his thoughts and finally he answered. " I will let her go, for that would be best for her. However, she must choose if she wishes to go with you or not."

Manu nodded, it was a fair point that if the child herself did not want to go, it would be pointless.

So Akil brought the high priest closer to Aziza and Eshe, the two were still talking to one another in soft tones before the bigger puffball stiffened and positioned himself in front of the high priest.

Manu's guards raised their weapons but he raised a hand and they back down. She suddenly looked up and as he was fixated by those orange amber orbs he almost felt as though he ws being judged.

Aziza was flustered and tried to kneel when Manu stopped her, "You do not need to kneel down before me, I just wish to talk to this young one."

The woman was stunned before her attention was brought back to her father figure as he tried to explain what was happening to her when Manu turned his attention to the young girl.

Eshe tried to hide her face underneath the other Ka she was holding but it only made her look like a young child holding their stuffed toy. It was an adorable sight, if not for the fact that her bigger Ka bristled dangerously in font of him protectively.

Manu held his hands up, drawing her eyes away from the Ring hanging around his neck, "I do not bring any danger with me."

The girl tilted her head and gazed at him, looking for something in his eyes before she lifted her head and her bigger Ka stopped bristling. He held a hand up to pat the bigger Ka and it blinked before it leaned into his touch and cooed in satisfaction.

"He is a cute summon isn't he?" Manu asked.

Eshe nodded before her hold on her other Ka relaxed a little and the Ka turned in the child's embrace to look at him. He noted that the Ka in the young child's embrace was the same as the one cuddling into his touch, just smaller and it had wings instead. He also noted that the one in the child's embrace was more light orientated that the one he was in contact with, which was dark oriented.

"How did you call him here?" He asked the child lightly. The child tilted her head cutely and furrowed her brows before she answered.

"I don't know. All I know was that big sister Aziza was about to be hurt by that bad man so I asked for help and they said yes."

The child pouted as if confused and Manu chuckled.

"What you just did was extremely hard for someone your age." Manu commented offhandedly.

Eshe's mouth opened slightly as an expression of dread came over her face. "Was I not supposed to do that?"

Manu blinked and quickly tried to reassure the child, "No! no… you did what you had to do. Its just that you must be very talented to do something some adults have difficulty doing."

Eshe just blinked at him.

Manu chuckled and patted her head. "You know, do you want to learn how to do this?"

Eshe tilted her head again, "This?"

"Summoning." He pointed at the Ka she was holding and the one he was holding, "I can teach you how to do this. But you will have to come with me to the palace if you want to learn." Manu explained.

A look of understanding crossed the girl's face as she ducked her head back into her Ka's fur before she answered.

"Does that mean I have to leave big sister Aziza and grandpa Akil?"

Mahu nodded solemnly.

Eshe started to tremble, "Can I come visit them?"

Mahu shook his head, "In order for you to learn this art, you need to come to the palace and it is very hard to come back to this village once you go there since it is in the capital of Khemet. It is much to far to come back to visit."

He tried to explain gently but he could see that the girl was on the verge of rejecting his proposition with how much she was trembling.

Eshe was about to decline when a voice cut in their conversation.

"Eshe, why don't you go? You would learn a lot if you did."

Aziza, after getting an explanation from Akil understood what was happening. That she would have to let go of this child that she has grown close to over the year and perhaps may never see the child again.

But living in the castle would be better than living in this village, where the villagers feared he child. Where no child would befriend her. At least in the palace perhaps someone will offer her friendship.

And she wanted what was best for the little girl.

Eshe snapped her head in the older woman's direction in disbelief and betrayal when Aziza pressed a finger gently to her lip.

"Both me and grandpa Akil care for you very much Eshe, and that's why we want you to go. You would learn a lot and live a better life than if you stayed here."

Aziza gently brought the girl into an embrace as she ran her fingers through the child's unique hair.

"You are not happy here Eshe. You might be content but you are not happy and if staying here means you will be unhappy than grandpa Akil and I would rather you leave and try to find happiness than stay here."

Aziza was rubbed Eshe's back in a comforting circle. "We want what is best for you, and we had a feeling after we found you a year ago that perhaps you had something you need to do. You have no purpose in life if you stay here. Eshe, go and live and find something you will love to do."

Aziza murmured gently to the child and slowly and gently let her go. By the end of her short speech, Eshe had stopped trembling. The amber eyed girl had a quiet, almost sullen look as she looked down before she turned her to the high priest who was waiting patiently.

Manu looked at the scene with some sadness and he looked at the Village Chief. The chief held an expression that said that if he did not take care of her there would be consequences, priest or not.

Manu had to approve of that concern and nodded with resolve that he would take care if the child.

So he asked again and offered a hand to the child.

"Would you like to come with me?"

Eshe turned to her guardians, smiling at her contentedly and she looked towards her summons who were cooing at her encouragingly. She then turned to the high priest shyly before nodding hesitantly and reached out to grab the hand that was offered to her.

She grasped it and held it firmly.

And that is the end of the prologue. The next chapter will feature Eshe going to the Capital and meeting the Pharaoh. Please take note that Eshe is just 4 years old and is the same age as Atem and Bakura, so the current Pharaoh is Atem's dad.

And while Eshe seems Mary Sueish, beware, while she may be able to Summon her Ka's, she will have problem summoning other Ka's… (hint hint!). Also, recognize what her Ka monsters are? I specifically choose those monsters for a reason that will be clear in the future.

But I wonder who Eshe really is… have fun figuring that out. I did not make her out of a whim and there is a reason why she is an amnesiac and made her an oc because something has changed in this world and her existence became necessary as my summary puts it. I'm also purposely not writing in first person so as to not give Eshe's thoughts away and other things that would give away the plot but since she is a amnesiac and basically only has a year worth of memories, she does not have much personality yet. So there isn't really much to show yet. She just seems really quiet and shy for now but she will have her insecurities and a ton of weaknesses unlike my current OC's that I have. Hehehe, I look forward to developing her…

Also, if you are unsure of how Eshe looks like, imagine that she has straight spiky black hair that ends at her shoulders. The tips of her hair are colored crimson. Her eyes are of similar color to that of Katekyo Hitman Reborn's Sawada Tsunayoshi when he is in Hyper Dying will mode. It is an orange amber color. I am not making her a mary sue she will have a ton of faults and some will be physical faults as well, but when I designed her, I wanted something to stand out and in anime, it is usually the eyes and the hair and thus voila. Also, it is not just for standing out, the color of her eyes is a mark that will be explained in the future.

You will also often have characters comment on her eyes, because really amber eyes is not normal and it is a very unusual shade of color for a person to have. I wanted to emphasize that Eshe might be a little off and the best way would be her eyes. Her hair will get some notice but we have Atem and Bakura and Marik and other people who have ridiculous hair color that it doesn't really stand out as much.

Speaking of OC's, Akil and Aziza will not be re-appearing for quiet a while. There will be references sometimes but they will not be getting appearances for quiet some time. On the other hand, Manu will be getting a ton of screen time since he basically signed up to be Eshe's guardian. Also, here are the meaning of the names so far:

Eshe - Life (For a new life, this will have deep meaning later on)

Aziza - Precious (She was a precious person to Eshe)

Akil - Knowledgeable (He is knowledgeable and has wisdom so I though the name would be appropriate. Also, there is a female version of the name called Akila)

Manu - Second born ( He was the second character I created for this story, thus the name. He is also the current best magician in the Pharaoh's court and the current bearer of the Millennium Ring. Mahad, at this time, is just an adorable kid.)

Also, I am not a great writer, so if you spot mistakes can yo tell them to me? and if you want to beta this story, shoot me a PM, i'm glad to get any help I can get.

Also shoot me constructive criticism, or just review for fun. I'm happy to hear from you readers :)

So until next time.