Hi guys!
I don't own Yugioh!
Filthy, Sinful, Ungrateful. Those are but a few words to describe the village of Kul elne. A tiny village in Egypt's vast deserts. It is small yes. But it is a village filled with criminals, cut thought, vagabonds and worst of all, Tomb robbers.
And I lived there...
I was raised to continue the family 'business' which meant that I had to do as my father and his father did before and become a thief. I was raised as a thief. I was taught to steal the very gold from the tombs of people ten times greater then them, or I.
And I hated it!
I was not, as you say in this time, the apple of my fathers eye, or the darling of my mother, or whatever you may call it... Hell! my father beat me to with-in an inch of my life with my mother watching, when I refused to rob a certain Pharaohs tomb.
These people had no respect for them the great Pharaohs who ruled our once great nation, the very ones who made our kingdom safe and secure as best they could. They sided with the enemy we have long been at war with the war our good king tried so hard to keep us out of.
The plotted the death of the kind and beautiful queen when she was finally with child. So... You see when I saw the massacre I thought our many Gods and Goddesses had finally answered my many prayers.
I never loved them...
What little love I did had for them died the moment that they cursed me so that as long as their hate still lingered I could never die...
No! it's not a curse... I laugh at them... with this I can watch over him...
I will keep him safe. The newest child of Ra!
I am Athoris. And this is my story...