Author's notes:
I do not own anything of the nature YuGiOh (that doesn't make sense ._.), but I do own Zekia, hence she is a...more like /my/ made up. Just for you people to know, here is her description;
English Name: Zekia --- Age: 15 Height: 5Ft. 4In. Weight: 116 Lbs. Birthday: February 19 Blood Type: B+ Eye Color: Crystal/Cerulean Hair Color: White-Blonde Place of Origin: Ethiopia
On with the story! If you think Malik is yours, then I would exit out of this page, and never come back. I do love reviews so.go ahead! ^^; and if you want to flame me, go and do so.only on the Review page please ^^;.
P.S. I do not know the name of Maliks mother, so Zephyria shall be her name. I don't own her either, or his family.
-Chapter 1-
The beginning
In the dark, underground rooms of an ancient musty place, was the sound of a mother struggling to give birth.A few hours later there was the sound of a baby crying.
"Dear.It's a boy...it's a boy." Came the weakened voice of a wife who had just given birth to her one and only true, pureblood son. Her husband held the boy up, and smiled faintly.
"Yes, my love. It is indeed!" for once the old man seemed happy, picking the giggling baby and holding him up to one of the only sources of light; From the opening above, "Finally I can pass on our families tradition, and give my old body a rest!" the Old man thought, smiling fully now.
"My son.you shall be named Malik!" the mans voice echoed through the halls of the hidden temple of tomb keepers.
In ten years.in ten years he could rest.maybe.
One year went by. Malik had grown to a small baby, with rich lavender eyes and beautiful platinum-blonde hair. He was sweet child, so friendly and loving.
Zephyria had been on the surface that day, getting the usual wheat, and necessary items they needed. Small, weak cries were hear from the near-by River side.
Upon tracking down the mournful cries, she found what was causing these pitiful sounds. A baby, a newborn, with a scar on its chest, and the eyes the color of the sky, and a small patch of hair that was a crème-white.
Taking the petite baby in her arms, she started back towards her dwelling; at the instant Zephyria touched the child, it quieted down, and fell asleep in her arms quickly.
"Please, we must keep her!" Yelled Zephyria at her beloved, who was across the room. Anger consumed him.
"We do not need another child!" he practically screamed, fists clenched. "We already have adopted one from the surface!"
"Please.what if that was you?" She said, in tears. "What if you were starving? Dying?" Taking a step forward. "Shes so young."
He blinked, unclenching the raging fists. "F-Fine.for now." He turned, and walked away, then stopping. " What'll her name be then.We can't have a child without a name." he smiled slightly.
"H-Her names Zekia" She smiled, following him out of the room.To see the new child.
I do not own anything of the nature YuGiOh (that doesn't make sense ._.), but I do own Zekia, hence she is a...more like /my/ made up. Just for you people to know, here is her description;
English Name: Zekia --- Age: 15 Height: 5Ft. 4In. Weight: 116 Lbs. Birthday: February 19 Blood Type: B+ Eye Color: Crystal/Cerulean Hair Color: White-Blonde Place of Origin: Ethiopia
On with the story! If you think Malik is yours, then I would exit out of this page, and never come back. I do love reviews so.go ahead! ^^; and if you want to flame me, go and do so.only on the Review page please ^^;.
P.S. I do not know the name of Maliks mother, so Zephyria shall be her name. I don't own her either, or his family.
-Chapter 1-
The beginning
In the dark, underground rooms of an ancient musty place, was the sound of a mother struggling to give birth.A few hours later there was the sound of a baby crying.
"Dear.It's a boy...it's a boy." Came the weakened voice of a wife who had just given birth to her one and only true, pureblood son. Her husband held the boy up, and smiled faintly.
"Yes, my love. It is indeed!" for once the old man seemed happy, picking the giggling baby and holding him up to one of the only sources of light; From the opening above, "Finally I can pass on our families tradition, and give my old body a rest!" the Old man thought, smiling fully now.
"My son.you shall be named Malik!" the mans voice echoed through the halls of the hidden temple of tomb keepers.
In ten years.in ten years he could rest.maybe.
One year went by. Malik had grown to a small baby, with rich lavender eyes and beautiful platinum-blonde hair. He was sweet child, so friendly and loving.
Zephyria had been on the surface that day, getting the usual wheat, and necessary items they needed. Small, weak cries were hear from the near-by River side.
Upon tracking down the mournful cries, she found what was causing these pitiful sounds. A baby, a newborn, with a scar on its chest, and the eyes the color of the sky, and a small patch of hair that was a crème-white.
Taking the petite baby in her arms, she started back towards her dwelling; at the instant Zephyria touched the child, it quieted down, and fell asleep in her arms quickly.
"Please, we must keep her!" Yelled Zephyria at her beloved, who was across the room. Anger consumed him.
"We do not need another child!" he practically screamed, fists clenched. "We already have adopted one from the surface!"
"Please.what if that was you?" She said, in tears. "What if you were starving? Dying?" Taking a step forward. "Shes so young."
He blinked, unclenching the raging fists. "F-Fine.for now." He turned, and walked away, then stopping. " What'll her name be then.We can't have a child without a name." he smiled slightly.
"H-Her names Zekia" She smiled, following him out of the room.To see the new child.