The Pharaoh's palace, Ancient Egypt, a tall man cloaked in heavy robes
walked through the halls. His skin was a dark tan and his hair was long and
black, across his narrow features was a black eye patch covering the space
where his right eye once was. His sword and scabbard clinked against his
thigh as he walked. The young man's remaining eye darted about, seeing a
figure in the shadows of a pillar, he reached into his robes and drew his
sword, a long, curved, wide-bladed weapon ending in a sharp point at the
meeting of the wide curve. He pointed the sword at the intruder and took on
a commanding tone,
"Show yourself!" he bellowed.
The figure stepped out of the shadows to reveal a tall, tanned, white haired male with a large scar on his right cheek, the male's brown eyes studied the guard and he smirked. His long white robes rustled as he spread his arms, a glint of gold visible for a moment underneath them,
"Stop the facade," he said coldly, "We know each other too well."
The guard nodded and lowered his sword,
"That we do, Thief King," he said with a dark voice, "What is it that you want?"
"You are aware of the items created to contain the power of the Shadow Games?"
"Yes, why?"
"My forces have procured the instructions of their creation, and a former priest of the Temple joined me several moons ago,"
"Go on..."
"He is willing to make a single item, and we need someone to bear it, specifically you,"
"Me? Why not you?" The guard asked.
The thief reached into his robes and withdrew a pendant on a long cord, five points hanging from the main pendant,
"I don't need it, I have my own,"
The guard's eyes widened and he gasped,
"That's Priest Mahaado's item!"
"It was his item! It was until I killed him!" the thief said laughing loudly.
The guard smiled but secretly he was afraid of the thief, anyone who could kill a high priest of the Temple was someone to be feared and respected. It was because of that fear that the guard accepted the thief's offer, and so the item was created and the guard was presented with it, a wide bracelet with a weaving design situated around the carving of an eye, the guard seemed to grow more and more cruel with the intruders that he captured, where he used to behead them immediately, he now tortured them for days at a time. Slowly, the guard's mind deteriorated to the point of insanity and he killed himself, burying the blade of his sword into his belly. Several months later, the pharaoh's army crushed the thieves and the war began.
"Show yourself!" he bellowed.
The figure stepped out of the shadows to reveal a tall, tanned, white haired male with a large scar on his right cheek, the male's brown eyes studied the guard and he smirked. His long white robes rustled as he spread his arms, a glint of gold visible for a moment underneath them,
"Stop the facade," he said coldly, "We know each other too well."
The guard nodded and lowered his sword,
"That we do, Thief King," he said with a dark voice, "What is it that you want?"
"You are aware of the items created to contain the power of the Shadow Games?"
"Yes, why?"
"My forces have procured the instructions of their creation, and a former priest of the Temple joined me several moons ago,"
"Go on..."
"He is willing to make a single item, and we need someone to bear it, specifically you,"
"Me? Why not you?" The guard asked.
The thief reached into his robes and withdrew a pendant on a long cord, five points hanging from the main pendant,
"I don't need it, I have my own,"
The guard's eyes widened and he gasped,
"That's Priest Mahaado's item!"
"It was his item! It was until I killed him!" the thief said laughing loudly.
The guard smiled but secretly he was afraid of the thief, anyone who could kill a high priest of the Temple was someone to be feared and respected. It was because of that fear that the guard accepted the thief's offer, and so the item was created and the guard was presented with it, a wide bracelet with a weaving design situated around the carving of an eye, the guard seemed to grow more and more cruel with the intruders that he captured, where he used to behead them immediately, he now tortured them for days at a time. Slowly, the guard's mind deteriorated to the point of insanity and he killed himself, burying the blade of his sword into his belly. Several months later, the pharaoh's army crushed the thieves and the war began.