*splash*

Seth's eyes opened to reveal a flash of the ocean of the pupils on his face. Like lightening, he shot up from his position and began to look around. He'd hope to die and go to heaven or be with his queen right now. Instead, he saw a cold, dirty ground filled with death corpses.

"Finally, that bastard's awake!" he heard someone said. Seth recognized immediately when he saw his feet were tie up. The clinking chains bounded his arms. He's a war prisoner.

'Why didn't they just kill me right then?' he asked himself. As much as he wanted to be alive, being alive as a prisoner is not part of his pleasant thoughts.

Someone kicked him hard. Seth grunted at the pain in his body in his lower ribs.

"Get up!" someone commanded. Seth turned around and saw a huge guy. This guy was had a large beard and was covered with dirty clothing. The high priest tried not to inhale any smell coming from his enemy for it was the smell worst than death people.

"Get up!" the guy kicked Seth again. Reluctantly, Seth got up from the dirt. He hated to be order around but if he wanted to escape, he had to stay alive for a while, even if it mean having to bow down to his enemy.

The high priest was led to a campsite. Seth studied this surrounding for a while. He quickly memorized the soldiers standing around while coming up with a plan for future escape. The captor pushed Seth inside a tent and left him there. Seth knew that there was a reason why he didn't die yet. His enemy wanted something from him, something important.

He was right. After a few minutes, a young man came in. He had golden blond hair, with piercing violet eyes that screamed danger. Obviously, he was someone in high rank because he was dressed in fine clothes.

The young man sat down on a chair and notioned for Seth to sit in a chair next to him. After the two sat down, the man began the conversation.

"Hello, I'm supposed that you're wondering on why you're here. I presumed?"

Seth didn't replied. He knew that this man wanted something from him, something valuable. That's why he's here.

Seeing his prisoner silent, the man continue,

"Well, Let me start off by introducing my name. The name is Malik. I'm the general of this army. You see, I'm just like you. I'm an Egyptian. Why was an Egyptian like me a leader of this rebellious barbarian? You see I have my reasons. Most of them are personal ones. Let's not go into detail about that…" Malik paused, looking at the priest to see if he was still paying attention. Seth didn't seem to show any facial expression of either listening to Malik or ignoring him. Malik decided to continue.

" During your last battle, one of my soldier knocked you off your horse. He was going to kill you but I stopped him. I didn't want to get rid of one of the most smart and powerful duelist in this world. You're too important. It would be such a waste to kill you," Malik stopped, expecting a response from Seth.

Seth looked up at Malik. 'This guy is smart. It would be hard to get away from this camp' Seth thought to himself.

"What do you want?" Seth asked immediately. There was no point in going around this conversation. Malik wanted him alive for a reason, and he wanted to know what it is.

"Why do you assumed that I saved you because I wanted something from you?" Malik smirked. Seth hated that smirk. It reminded him of someone in his past, his master.

* flash back *

"You're that man's slave now. You're to go with him and work for him," a slave driver commanded a young boy.

The boy looked up to see a man wearing expensive clothing smile at him. He did not like to be a slave but since his parent was dead, leaving him in debt over the funeral, the boy was sold into slavery to payoff the debt.

The boy sighed. Being a slave was going to be a life he had to learn to adapt quickly or he'll die. Obediently, the boy followed his new master home.

However, the boy proved to be a genius at young age. One day, when his master was bored because no one was around to play with him a strategic game, this boy was forced into playing with his master. Even without knowing how to play the game, the boy single handedly defeated his master at the first round. This amazed everyone around him, for his master was never being beaten by anyone in this game before.

After that moment, his master took an interest in him, teaching him how to read, to write, etc… Nonetheless, this young man's main interest was dueling. He knew about the work of magic behind dueling and self-taught himself to duel. However, studying magic and dueling was forbidden by his owner on fear that magic could be use to kill people.

Still, he disobeyed the command and sneaked around to study magic by himself. Whenever he was caught, he received many terrible punishments like being prison and being starved for weeks in a dark basement. He got punish often because of his thirst for dueling, but that didn't stop him from becoming one of the most powerful duelist of all time.

* end flash back *

That smirk, it resembled his master so much. He hated his owner. However, his master couldn't do anything to him anymore because he had already took care of that man. Seeing Malik with that same smirk brought up memories of all the beaten he received. However, Seth held a cold stern face. He couldn't afford to think about the past if he wanted to escape from this camp.

Seth smirked. His plan was finished. He would get out of here as soon as Malik finish with him.