Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. And as much as I enjoy writing about ANY of my favourite fandoms, I probably never will. Unless I get remarkably rich and buy them somehow...actually. I'ma get back to on that ^^

AN: AN: Yes, my next anime obsession has arisen MWUHAHAHAHA Please welcome Yu-Gi-Oh! to my ever expanding list of shows that I would probably get teased for watching :D Okie. So I watched almost all of it (once again over YouTube, I skipped the Dungeon Dice stuff and some of Battle City... finished it o.o OMG I'M CRYING RIGHT NOW! ;.; ;.; ;.; I can't believe that even happened! [Memory Arc, See I managed not to spoil anything])

Anyway, this is only a short chapter story. I think mostly cos I wanted to be able to say I actually managed to put a completed one up? It isn't completely finished but, only one more i have to write, I think its 4 you have to read ;) enjoy.

Prologue: Sometimes I Wish

The young teen smiled shyly at his mother as she handed him a small flute that had been found at one of her digs in Egypt. The boy took the artefact carefully into his hands and tightened his grasp slightly.

He turned to talk to his mother, only to see her on the phone once again. She was talking animatedly in Arabic to the man on the other side of the line. As she ended the phone call she placed a few hundred dollar bills on the table and kissed her son on the forehead before grabbing her still packed suitcase and calling the airport.

The teen sighed and his eyes fell. But it was normal, he really shouldn't expect more.

He looked at the artefact in his hands and frowned as he noticed a small hole in either side. As he inspected them more carefully, he noticed that they were carefully drilled, though obviously not part of the original instrument. He looked inside and noticed that the part with the holes was cut off from the part that created the music by a metal wall of sorts, inside the flute.

He pondered it quietly for awhile through dinner that he had cooked, by himself as he had had to since he was about 9, and came to a conclusion. It was probably a failsafe, so that the musician could wear it around their neck or looped through a piece of clothing ensuring they would notice if it was being moved without their permission.

The boy found a small leather thong and threaded it through the two small holes, tying it carefully around his neck. He gasped as it seemed to give a small flash. But as he rubbed his eyes and the light died, he took it to be a trick of light.

Next to him, a semi-transparent woman smiled. She was wearing an Ancient Egyptian dress, a traditional white, with threads of gold spun through it. Her long black hair was braided out of her face, with a small flute tied carefully to a leather belt around her waist. Her sun-browned skin was glowing in an ethereal way but her red eyes were very kind as surveyed the young man that could not see her.

'Do not worry, young one,' she whispered in an exotic accent, 'I will protect you from all that you face.'

Then she slowly faded, with only a small glow from the flute around the boy's neck to indicate where she had disappeared too.