K: Hi everyone! Well this took me quite a while to write, but thanks to
some suggestions and encouragement, I'm starting an Isis based fic. It will
be my rendition of Isis as a child, Malik, how they got their millennium
items etc. Hopefully everyone will enjoy it!
Yami K: Here are K's replies to reviews:
Pruningshears: Well, here it is one Isis based fic coming up. ^_~ This will be sort of a history of Isis probably going up through when she meets Yami at the museum. When I finish it I'll probably do a one-shot on Malik. ^_^ Thanks for the suggestions! I really appreciated them!
S.A. Bonasi: o_o; Ok, thanks!
Chiharu- Okie, I'll email you! (Providing mail.com will work **sigh**) ^_^ Thanks for the review!
Yami K: Disclaimer: K doesn't own Yugioh or any of the characters.
K: Also, when I first wrote this chapter, I didn't name Isis's parent, but upon editing I realized it was quite monotonous without names. So I did some research of some authentic Egyptian names and found two, which I thought, would be suitable. ^-^
Nakia- Pure, Faithful. This is the name I'm using for Isis's mother.
Hamadi- Praised. This is the name I chose for Isis's father.
Yami K: K tried really hard to find some good names.
K: So without further delaying onto Preceding Quest ^_^
Preceding Quest
Chapter 1
"It's...beautiful!" A voice cried in awe. Sapphire blue eyes were staring in shock at the monument before them. Isis Isthar held one tanned hand up to shield her eyes from the glare of the sun as she continued to stare at the pyramids. A women and man standing beside her exchanged glances and both smiled indulgently at their daughter.
"I've heard it called many things, amazing, breath taking, and unreal, but never have I heard it called beautiful." The Isis's mother, Nakia said softly placing a delicate hand on her daughter's shoulder, Nakia's purple eyes were shining, as was her straight black hair. Isis's father, Hamadi, chuckled in agreement before reaching up to swipe at a blonde lock of hair before shoving his hands into his pockets, and shuffling his feet from side to side as if impatient.
The young girl looked away from the site before her to stare at her father. "Don't you like it Dad?" The young girl asked as she stared intently at her father, blue eyes clashed with blue eyes of the same shade.
"It's..it's ok, Isis, I've just never had much interest in the past. I look more toward the future. That isn't the future, those are the ruins of a deceased race." Her father spoke firmly but gently.
Isis shook her head in response causing her raven black hair to shine in the light. "I think it's amazing," Isis declared turning her attention back to the pyramids.
"Speaking of the future," Nakia began before a debate could ensue, "any idea what you would like to be Isis?"
"I want to be an archaeologist! Yah, I could help excavate the pyramids and learn all sorts of things about our heritage! Or maybe," Isis blue eyes shone, "I could start my own museum and be the curator! That would be so much fun."
For as long as both Isis and her parents could remember she was always fascinated by their heritage. They lived in a large house, well mansion really just outside Cairo. Thanks to the money Hamadi earned as a lawyer they had plenty of money. Nakia had been a highly regarded instructor in Egyptian history at the Cairo Museum. Isis had had an infatuation with the pyramids and the history of the Egyptian Civilizations almost from the time she could read. She watched TV. Documentaries, read books, and drew picture all centered on Egypt and it's past.
Nakia had long since given up trying to catch her interest in something other than Egyptian history, instead she nurtured it. She had a great deal of respect for their ancestors who were native Egyptians. Hamadi on the other hand had constantly tried to get Isis interested in law. Isis had the brains and common sense to do well in the law field, yet she cared nothing for suing and custody battles. Eventually however, her father too gave up and although he didn't encourage her fascination, he never tried to prevent her exploration.
"Well Isis, I'm afraid it's time to go home."
"Must we? I love being here." Isis said pleadingly. She loved the way the sunlight reflected on the golden brown sand, and how the pyramids rose from the earth as if daring the gods to stop them. Isis's mother nodded empathetically. Sighing whimsically, Isis pulled her eyes away from the pyramids and gracefully walked toward the car with her parents.
"I suppose we are going shopping tomorrow dear?" Hamadi asked his wife who was currently staring outside at the rapidly darkening sky.
"Yes, we should get things for the baby." Nakia said calmly smiling gently and glanced at her slim figure. She did not yet show it, but doctor's tests confirmed that she was indeed pregnant. Her husband smiled proudly and gazed back at his daughter who was avidly gazing at the remainder of the sunset. "What do you think Isis? Won't that be fun?" Isis's mother asked.
"Yes!" Isis cried before yawning sleepily she leaned her head back and dozed the rest of the way home. Nakia gazed at her affectionately, Isis, her little girl. Only her little girl wasn't so little anymore, before long she would be in high school, and then college. Isis, how fitting of a name it was considering her daughters avid interest in everything Egyptian, how had she known that name would be perfect?
Before long the Isthar family had pulled into the winding driveway leading to their home. Gently so as not to wake her, Hamadi cradled the seven-year old and carried her up to her large room. Nakia tucked her in, caressing her dark hair and pushing it away from Isis's tanned face. Leaning over she pulled the sheets over her daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek before whispering, "Goodnight Sweetie."
As Nakia settled down to sleep she found herself reflecting on Isis, how much she'd grown and so fast.
~*Flashback*~
Nakia's eyes were closed to mere slits, she was exhausted almost to the point of being delirious and she felt sick. When the nurse entered the room and adjusted her pillow and her IV's Nakia turned to her. The nurse walked back over to the door and Nakia found herself reflecting in how white everything was, her gown, the sheets, the room, everything.
The nurse opened the door and another nurse came in, this woman had a small bundle in her arms. The woman smiled and said, "It's a little girl." Nakia was given the small bundle, and as the nurses gently rubbed her warm feverish face Nakia gently reached out and tugged at the pale pink flannel blanket wrapped around the warm bundle in her arms.
The blanket fell away to reveal a little girl, no an angel! She had tanned skin, an Egyptian trademark, and you could faintly make out black hair. She was curled in a fetal position with her tiny hands clenched and she was asleep. Nakia smiled and bent her head over and marveled how you could hear a faint sweet noise of the infant breathing.
As if on cue the little girl stirred in her sleep, stretching slightly, her eyes opened and stared at her mother. She had the most enchanting blue eyes sparkling with mischief that Nakia had ever seen. "She's beautiful," Nakia sighed and then it hit her, "Isis." That would be the perfect name for her.
~*Flashback Ends*~
K: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I tried really hard to imagine what Isis was like when she was young and I got the feeling that she would have a keen interest in Egyptian Heritage, culture, and history.
Yami K: Please review, any comments, suggestions, or questions are welcome!
Yami K: Here are K's replies to reviews:
Pruningshears: Well, here it is one Isis based fic coming up. ^_~ This will be sort of a history of Isis probably going up through when she meets Yami at the museum. When I finish it I'll probably do a one-shot on Malik. ^_^ Thanks for the suggestions! I really appreciated them!
S.A. Bonasi: o_o; Ok, thanks!
Chiharu- Okie, I'll email you! (Providing mail.com will work **sigh**) ^_^ Thanks for the review!
Yami K: Disclaimer: K doesn't own Yugioh or any of the characters.
K: Also, when I first wrote this chapter, I didn't name Isis's parent, but upon editing I realized it was quite monotonous without names. So I did some research of some authentic Egyptian names and found two, which I thought, would be suitable. ^-^
Nakia- Pure, Faithful. This is the name I'm using for Isis's mother.
Hamadi- Praised. This is the name I chose for Isis's father.
Yami K: K tried really hard to find some good names.
K: So without further delaying onto Preceding Quest ^_^
Preceding Quest
Chapter 1
"It's...beautiful!" A voice cried in awe. Sapphire blue eyes were staring in shock at the monument before them. Isis Isthar held one tanned hand up to shield her eyes from the glare of the sun as she continued to stare at the pyramids. A women and man standing beside her exchanged glances and both smiled indulgently at their daughter.
"I've heard it called many things, amazing, breath taking, and unreal, but never have I heard it called beautiful." The Isis's mother, Nakia said softly placing a delicate hand on her daughter's shoulder, Nakia's purple eyes were shining, as was her straight black hair. Isis's father, Hamadi, chuckled in agreement before reaching up to swipe at a blonde lock of hair before shoving his hands into his pockets, and shuffling his feet from side to side as if impatient.
The young girl looked away from the site before her to stare at her father. "Don't you like it Dad?" The young girl asked as she stared intently at her father, blue eyes clashed with blue eyes of the same shade.
"It's..it's ok, Isis, I've just never had much interest in the past. I look more toward the future. That isn't the future, those are the ruins of a deceased race." Her father spoke firmly but gently.
Isis shook her head in response causing her raven black hair to shine in the light. "I think it's amazing," Isis declared turning her attention back to the pyramids.
"Speaking of the future," Nakia began before a debate could ensue, "any idea what you would like to be Isis?"
"I want to be an archaeologist! Yah, I could help excavate the pyramids and learn all sorts of things about our heritage! Or maybe," Isis blue eyes shone, "I could start my own museum and be the curator! That would be so much fun."
For as long as both Isis and her parents could remember she was always fascinated by their heritage. They lived in a large house, well mansion really just outside Cairo. Thanks to the money Hamadi earned as a lawyer they had plenty of money. Nakia had been a highly regarded instructor in Egyptian history at the Cairo Museum. Isis had had an infatuation with the pyramids and the history of the Egyptian Civilizations almost from the time she could read. She watched TV. Documentaries, read books, and drew picture all centered on Egypt and it's past.
Nakia had long since given up trying to catch her interest in something other than Egyptian history, instead she nurtured it. She had a great deal of respect for their ancestors who were native Egyptians. Hamadi on the other hand had constantly tried to get Isis interested in law. Isis had the brains and common sense to do well in the law field, yet she cared nothing for suing and custody battles. Eventually however, her father too gave up and although he didn't encourage her fascination, he never tried to prevent her exploration.
"Well Isis, I'm afraid it's time to go home."
"Must we? I love being here." Isis said pleadingly. She loved the way the sunlight reflected on the golden brown sand, and how the pyramids rose from the earth as if daring the gods to stop them. Isis's mother nodded empathetically. Sighing whimsically, Isis pulled her eyes away from the pyramids and gracefully walked toward the car with her parents.
"I suppose we are going shopping tomorrow dear?" Hamadi asked his wife who was currently staring outside at the rapidly darkening sky.
"Yes, we should get things for the baby." Nakia said calmly smiling gently and glanced at her slim figure. She did not yet show it, but doctor's tests confirmed that she was indeed pregnant. Her husband smiled proudly and gazed back at his daughter who was avidly gazing at the remainder of the sunset. "What do you think Isis? Won't that be fun?" Isis's mother asked.
"Yes!" Isis cried before yawning sleepily she leaned her head back and dozed the rest of the way home. Nakia gazed at her affectionately, Isis, her little girl. Only her little girl wasn't so little anymore, before long she would be in high school, and then college. Isis, how fitting of a name it was considering her daughters avid interest in everything Egyptian, how had she known that name would be perfect?
Before long the Isthar family had pulled into the winding driveway leading to their home. Gently so as not to wake her, Hamadi cradled the seven-year old and carried her up to her large room. Nakia tucked her in, caressing her dark hair and pushing it away from Isis's tanned face. Leaning over she pulled the sheets over her daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek before whispering, "Goodnight Sweetie."
As Nakia settled down to sleep she found herself reflecting on Isis, how much she'd grown and so fast.
~*Flashback*~
Nakia's eyes were closed to mere slits, she was exhausted almost to the point of being delirious and she felt sick. When the nurse entered the room and adjusted her pillow and her IV's Nakia turned to her. The nurse walked back over to the door and Nakia found herself reflecting in how white everything was, her gown, the sheets, the room, everything.
The nurse opened the door and another nurse came in, this woman had a small bundle in her arms. The woman smiled and said, "It's a little girl." Nakia was given the small bundle, and as the nurses gently rubbed her warm feverish face Nakia gently reached out and tugged at the pale pink flannel blanket wrapped around the warm bundle in her arms.
The blanket fell away to reveal a little girl, no an angel! She had tanned skin, an Egyptian trademark, and you could faintly make out black hair. She was curled in a fetal position with her tiny hands clenched and she was asleep. Nakia smiled and bent her head over and marveled how you could hear a faint sweet noise of the infant breathing.
As if on cue the little girl stirred in her sleep, stretching slightly, her eyes opened and stared at her mother. She had the most enchanting blue eyes sparkling with mischief that Nakia had ever seen. "She's beautiful," Nakia sighed and then it hit her, "Isis." That would be the perfect name for her.
~*Flashback Ends*~
K: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I tried really hard to imagine what Isis was like when she was young and I got the feeling that she would have a keen interest in Egyptian Heritage, culture, and history.
Yami K: Please review, any comments, suggestions, or questions are welcome!