It was the pain...it was the excuriating pain that came from the scalding
hot metal that my father used to carve the image into my back that caused
me to become the pyschotic, deranged creture that I am this day. My
tortured screams meant nothing to him as he scarred me for life, having to
make the choice between doing so or sacrificing his own life.
I blamed that man, and most of all, I blamed the pharoh, the one that had created the items that my father both feared and honored. Who was this man to tell my family what was to be our destiny, I thought.
I would rather die this second than have to make the choice that my family was forcing me to make because of him, Malik thought. I realize as the only male child of my clan that I must take over rulership of our region once I turn sixteen. It is not being ruler that I am afriad of, but rather of the conditions of doing so...
I have been miserable since the day I was born. My mother died upon having me, leaving me without the only female fiqure I had to look up to. In her place was my sister Isis, a serenely beautiful young woman who treated me as though I was incompetent in every way.
I did not wish to be told what to do by her or by anyone else. As it was, the only salvation I had was my father, who had adopted a slave child to put in my place if I had not survived childbirth. This young man that they had named Rashid had now decided to devote his lfe to serving me as my slave and as my adopted brother.
There is a part of me that wants to care about him, since he tries so valiantly to win my devotion. He calls me brother, which makes me cringe, because I cannot accept him as anything more than a servent.
My sister Isis' lectures me constantly about mine and hers duty to our clan, and to the tiems bestowed upon our family by that man, the mysterious stranger our father had once met.
They were of solid gold, one a necklace with an eye in the middle, the other a golden staff with an eye on the top. Rashid told me that Isis and I were the chosen ones to have these items, that their use depended on what kind of person we were inside our hearts. They had been created by the great Pharoh Yama on the eve of the new millinium and carried within them the power of the changing of time.
I did not understand why we had been chosen, my sister and I, to be their bearers. It was only with fullfilling my destiny that those gifts would be given to us for our use. In order to achieve this, in order to keep our bloodlines pure, my father told me that my sister and I had to marry each other and bear our clan another male heir.
The mere thought of having to marry my own sister brought me to the brink of insanity. I wanted no part of this clan and the torture I had suffered over the years being a part of it.
The worse kind of pain I had experienced came at the hands of my father's benefactor, that man in the hoded robes known only as Shadi.
"Your son's destiny has already been chosen, but there is a way to keep it from coming to complete fruitation...there is a great battle coming, between two of the world's strongest superpowers. It cannot be stopped, but it can be a way of not forgetting. I have implanted the image in your mind and you have done as I have asked, by carving into your son's back." Shadi told my father.
"I can't belive you would ask me to do such a thing to my own flesh and blood." my father said.
"You act as though you had a choice and you did not. It would not be in your best interest to question my authority again." Shadi told him.
I hated that my father feared and respected this man enough that he would chose to disfiqure me for the rest of my life. What was even more surprising was that my slave Rashid did something incredibly honorable to show me that he wanted to understand the pain that I had suffered. At his own hands, he carved some kind of foreign image onto his own face, wanting to share my suffering with me. Again I wanted to show him how grateful I was for his gesture, but somehow I could not. I wasn't able to see him as anythign more than my slave and I felt as though it had been his duty to serve me in this fashion.
"I will always be loyal to you, master Malik." Rashid said, bowing to me.
What nobody knew in my family was that I had found my way out of the caverns underground that my family lived in, and would sometimes walk amongst the commoners in the open air markets of Duelist Kingdom.
It was there that I got my first real taste of the world in which I wanted to live in, a palce where people waled freely without constraint and where supplies were plentiful. What kind of rulers would my sister and I be of some underground land not of our own making, Malik thought. I was destined for much bigger things.
I had no doubts about these thoughts that raced through my mind as I wandered the sandy streets in my tattered, dusty robes. I did not want these people to recognize me until I ruled over all of them, staring at the varieties of fresh vegatables, fruits and exotic meats merchants offered.
The most inviting of all were the displays of live creatures for sale, proud felines adorned with golden jewerly, snakes of all shapes and sizes and young slaves avaible for their master's bidding.
The young woman one merchant had on display was very tantalizing, with her flimsy robes that barely covered her and her eagerness to please. As beautiful as she was, she did not quite interest me. Taking a moment to brush the sand from my weary feet, all heads turned as the noise of the market was pierced by a loud painful cry from one of the many merchant displays.
Investigiating out of curiousity, I found that the loud shout had come from a slave trader's display. It had come from a young man in even more tattered robes than myself. It was obvious that the slave trader had treated him horribly, for there were bruises and cuts all over his body and face. He lifted hsi dark brown eyes up to look pleadingly at me before he all of the sudden caught his secong wind and grabbed a dagger from a nearby display.
The crowd gasped as the pale haired stranger savagely sliced the throat of his abuser, fainting in front of my feet. I knelt before him as a handful of the pharoh's royal guard surrounded the area.
"Back away! This slave must be taken back to the pharoh." they told me.
"No! He is injuried and he is with me. I will take custody of the slave." I said.
Seeing as though neither the slave or I were armed, the guards backed off, leaving the fainted teen unconscious in my arms...
I blamed that man, and most of all, I blamed the pharoh, the one that had created the items that my father both feared and honored. Who was this man to tell my family what was to be our destiny, I thought.
I would rather die this second than have to make the choice that my family was forcing me to make because of him, Malik thought. I realize as the only male child of my clan that I must take over rulership of our region once I turn sixteen. It is not being ruler that I am afriad of, but rather of the conditions of doing so...
I have been miserable since the day I was born. My mother died upon having me, leaving me without the only female fiqure I had to look up to. In her place was my sister Isis, a serenely beautiful young woman who treated me as though I was incompetent in every way.
I did not wish to be told what to do by her or by anyone else. As it was, the only salvation I had was my father, who had adopted a slave child to put in my place if I had not survived childbirth. This young man that they had named Rashid had now decided to devote his lfe to serving me as my slave and as my adopted brother.
There is a part of me that wants to care about him, since he tries so valiantly to win my devotion. He calls me brother, which makes me cringe, because I cannot accept him as anything more than a servent.
My sister Isis' lectures me constantly about mine and hers duty to our clan, and to the tiems bestowed upon our family by that man, the mysterious stranger our father had once met.
They were of solid gold, one a necklace with an eye in the middle, the other a golden staff with an eye on the top. Rashid told me that Isis and I were the chosen ones to have these items, that their use depended on what kind of person we were inside our hearts. They had been created by the great Pharoh Yama on the eve of the new millinium and carried within them the power of the changing of time.
I did not understand why we had been chosen, my sister and I, to be their bearers. It was only with fullfilling my destiny that those gifts would be given to us for our use. In order to achieve this, in order to keep our bloodlines pure, my father told me that my sister and I had to marry each other and bear our clan another male heir.
The mere thought of having to marry my own sister brought me to the brink of insanity. I wanted no part of this clan and the torture I had suffered over the years being a part of it.
The worse kind of pain I had experienced came at the hands of my father's benefactor, that man in the hoded robes known only as Shadi.
"Your son's destiny has already been chosen, but there is a way to keep it from coming to complete fruitation...there is a great battle coming, between two of the world's strongest superpowers. It cannot be stopped, but it can be a way of not forgetting. I have implanted the image in your mind and you have done as I have asked, by carving into your son's back." Shadi told my father.
"I can't belive you would ask me to do such a thing to my own flesh and blood." my father said.
"You act as though you had a choice and you did not. It would not be in your best interest to question my authority again." Shadi told him.
I hated that my father feared and respected this man enough that he would chose to disfiqure me for the rest of my life. What was even more surprising was that my slave Rashid did something incredibly honorable to show me that he wanted to understand the pain that I had suffered. At his own hands, he carved some kind of foreign image onto his own face, wanting to share my suffering with me. Again I wanted to show him how grateful I was for his gesture, but somehow I could not. I wasn't able to see him as anythign more than my slave and I felt as though it had been his duty to serve me in this fashion.
"I will always be loyal to you, master Malik." Rashid said, bowing to me.
What nobody knew in my family was that I had found my way out of the caverns underground that my family lived in, and would sometimes walk amongst the commoners in the open air markets of Duelist Kingdom.
It was there that I got my first real taste of the world in which I wanted to live in, a palce where people waled freely without constraint and where supplies were plentiful. What kind of rulers would my sister and I be of some underground land not of our own making, Malik thought. I was destined for much bigger things.
I had no doubts about these thoughts that raced through my mind as I wandered the sandy streets in my tattered, dusty robes. I did not want these people to recognize me until I ruled over all of them, staring at the varieties of fresh vegatables, fruits and exotic meats merchants offered.
The most inviting of all were the displays of live creatures for sale, proud felines adorned with golden jewerly, snakes of all shapes and sizes and young slaves avaible for their master's bidding.
The young woman one merchant had on display was very tantalizing, with her flimsy robes that barely covered her and her eagerness to please. As beautiful as she was, she did not quite interest me. Taking a moment to brush the sand from my weary feet, all heads turned as the noise of the market was pierced by a loud painful cry from one of the many merchant displays.
Investigiating out of curiousity, I found that the loud shout had come from a slave trader's display. It had come from a young man in even more tattered robes than myself. It was obvious that the slave trader had treated him horribly, for there were bruises and cuts all over his body and face. He lifted hsi dark brown eyes up to look pleadingly at me before he all of the sudden caught his secong wind and grabbed a dagger from a nearby display.
The crowd gasped as the pale haired stranger savagely sliced the throat of his abuser, fainting in front of my feet. I knelt before him as a handful of the pharoh's royal guard surrounded the area.
"Back away! This slave must be taken back to the pharoh." they told me.
"No! He is injuried and he is with me. I will take custody of the slave." I said.
Seeing as though neither the slave or I were armed, the guards backed off, leaving the fainted teen unconscious in my arms...
