Hello everyone, I don't usually write fan fiction (in fact I'm sure this will be the only one I will ever post one here) and as I'm sure you can tell this is my first time posting here. Now mind you I don't think I'm very good at writing and I only put this on here at the insistence of a friend that I post something.

Again I don't think this is very god, and it's a little strange because I wasn't really thinking about it when I wrote this because 1 wrote it for an English vocab assignment (yes I wrote fan fiction for an English assignment) that I really didn't care about. Anyway I hope at least one person enjoys it. I know that I had fun writing it at least.

Note: Sorry I should have mentioned this earlier, but Heba is Yugi. I changed his name to fit the time period. It was brought to my attention that people might not get that by my fried because she thought Heba was an OC, he isn't though. I also know that I should have said something about them looking a lot a like, but I didn't have time. Again Heba is Yugi, just with a name change. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine

Part One

Pharaoh Atem was staring at the back wall of the thrown room. He was abstracted, not paying the slightest bit of attention to his turgid priests as they ranted on about the rumors and talk of rebellion and the crimes taking place in the city of Lower Kehmet. He had heard it all before and he was growing quite tired of it. He raised his hand and the priests fell silent.

"I will hear more of this later." The Pharaoh spoke as he stood and walked from the room.

It looked as though a few of the priests were going to inquire on what it was he was going to do, but they stopped themselves, no one questioned him, he was their god.

He really had nothing else to do, and although he knew that it was important that he was always informed on what was going on in his kingdom, he just couldn't bring himself to sit in that room and listen to complaint after complaint for another second, so instead he walked absent-mindedly around the labyrinth of a palace he called home.

Eventually the king found himself in the profusions of the palace garden, vegetation was rare in Kehmet, but he was Pharaoh, he could have what he wanted.

Atem stepped further into the garden, walking toward the center. The middle of the garden was a round little clearing with two stone benches and in the very center was a deep well, so deep in fact that it almost seemed more like an empty abyss then a large hole that was the only water source to the palace.

As Atem approached the clearing he saw one of the palace slaves fetching water from the afore mentioned well. The moment the boy saw Atem coming forward he dropped to his knees, sprawling his hands before him, and bowing his head so deeply that his nose was touching the ground. Atem recognized the boy; he had seen him around the palace many times, although at the moment he could not recall his name. He remembered that the boy was a contingency; he believed that these all powerful beings that he had referred to as "The Fates" controlled every aspect of life, this of course usually got the boy in trouble and many of the guards called him a heretic.

"You may stand." Atem told the cowering boy.

The boy did as he was told and slowly got to his feet, still not lifting his eyes from the ground.

Atem sighed, "You may look at me."

The boy shook his head, and Atem rolled his eyes, "Do you dare question your pharaoh?" He hadn't wanted to say it, but no one disobeyed him.

The boy gasped, apparently afraid of the king's anger, and he timidly looked up.

"Now that's better, what is your name?" Atem asked.

The boy looked unsure, as though he was afraid to speak to the most feared man in all of Kehmet.

"Um, Heba." He answered shyly.

Atem chuckled lightly, and the boy glared at him, having gotten over being shy already.

"What's so funny?" He asked slightly angry.

Atem stopped his laughing, "Oh, nothing that's just an interesting name, that's all."

Heba blushed and then seemed to realize something, "Where are your guards, pr-ah?"

"Why? Are you planning to attack me?" Atem asked jokingly.

"Um…well…no, but shouldn't-" Heba started.

"I am more then capable of taking care of myself, besides my guards are completely oblivious to everything around them. I'm just as safe, if not safer, with out them even if I was attacked." Atem said as he smiled.

Heba giggled softly as well, "Well, shouldn't Priest Seth be with you, at least, pr-ah?"

Atem shuddered softly at hearing the name of his presumptuous cousin, "No, I couldn't bother him; he's probably off bothering some Seer."

Just then Jono, the head of the palace guard ran into the clearing, bowing (not nearly as deeply as Heba though).

"Forgive me for interrupting beiw pr-ah, but Bakura has just attacked the north gate of the palace, he has unleashed Zorc." The guard panted out with fearful eyes.

Atem's eyes widened in shock, but he quickly gained his composer, "Then we must prepare for war."

TBC

Anyway, there it is. You can review if you want to, constructive criticism would be nice. Go ahead and flame me if you want I don't really care.

Have a nice day.

Bringerofeternaldarkness