Ancient Triangle

Satori Blackthorn

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Yep, another Yu-Gi-Oh fic that starts in Ancient Egypt. Original I know, but this one will be different I swear! Seto meets up with a mysterious figure from his past. Can he override fate and destiny and solve just why he will never win her love? S/OC!

Disclaimer – Not mine, and never will be.

BTW peoples, if anyone would be willing to beta this I would be honored to do the same to any ficcie they have on something I am familiar with. I want this fic to be one of my best and was hoping someone would help me out!

Genre – Romance/Adventure

Rating – PG-13

Prologue

A shadowed figure walked stealthily, creeping up on his unknowing prey outside on the balcony. He crept slowly, his bare feet not making any noise on the stone-tiled floor. He announced his presence to the woman standing at the railing by coming up behind her and enveloping her in a gentle embrace. She started in his grasp slightly, unaware he had been watching her.

"I told you I was going to meditate…"

"I knew you lied."

The woman's voice held a tinge of anger but the man ignored the sharpness, as her voice also held a fondness for him as well. He turned her around so she was facing him.

"Am I not permitted to see my beloved Shadow Dancer?" The man teased, turning her face towards his with his palm. She shrank back in retaliation from the tender touch.

Her voice turned to one of a bitter edge.

"Do not call me that," she said dangerously.

He sighed and let her go. She went back to the same position as she had been in when he surprised her. Leaning on the balcony railing he accompanied her. Together hey stood in stony silence, watching as the first star appeared in the rapidly darkening sky.

"I do not understand why you will not accept that I am promised to wed another."

"I will not accept it for I know that you do not truly love him--" he barely got to finish speaking when her hand collided with his face. A satisfying 'slap' resounded on impact and hung in the air as they stared each other down. Her silver eyes against his blue.

Blue looked away first.

"Do not speak such things!" she whispered dangerously, hand still upraised.

If anything, her action made the man's smile grow wider. He turned back to look at her.

"You must realize you are not bound to him because of something foretold by the elders at your birth."

"I am not bound to anyone…" she replied defiantly.

He walked a few steps away, then turned to gaze into her silver eyes again.

"Are you really?" he asked he turned to face the palace entrance.

He touched the spot where her hand had come into contact with his cheek and continued speaking to the woman.

"Are you certain of that?"

There was a long silence, the man gazed up into the heavens and the woman stared angrily at the man's turned back. The man's voice broke the stillness.

"You have choices to make, whatever choice it be that you make- realize one thing, I will always be there for you, no matter what the circumstances." He slowly reached into the flowing white robes he was clothed in to take a small mirror from one of the hidden pockets. The mirror was oval in shape and around the rim, intricate carvings were etched in black. He walked back to the woman and pressed the object into her hands. Questionably, she looked down at the gift she held carefully in her palms.

"Oh," she gasped with a sharp intake of breath, "it's beautiful!"

"As are you," he replied. Holding her hands, her closed her fingers around the mirror. "Keep this always to remind yourself of the person you are not only on the outside but inside you as well."

"I-I, I cannot possibly accept this," she said uncertainly, "He would never allow it."

"It is not his to allow. It is given freely as a gift of friendship and promise."

"Promise?" she asked, confusion clearly written in her sorrowful eyes.

"Yes, the promise that wherever my body lies, and wherever my spirit roams, that my heart will forever be with you."

He embraced the beautiful woman and brought his lips to her ear and whispered his departing words.

"I promise I will always love you."

Then, gently and regretfully, he let her go and returned to the shadows of the palace's towering stone pillars.

She watched as he stole quietly back inside. A wind picked up in the cool night, whipping her robes and hair around her still figure. The breeze caught the solitary tear that was making its way down her cheek.

"I wish I could hold the same promise my love," she answered to the empty balcony. "But I cannot."

End Prologue

A/N- Hmmm, I wonder who this sad woman is and why she can't love this mysterious hunk? Wait and see mes amis!

Review please

Satori