Chapter One
Ancient Egypt, New Kingdom, 18th Dynasty, Pharaoh Atem ruling. The country has errupted into chaos, the royal court no longer able to control the powere of the Shadow Realm, great beasts escaped and ramaged the vilages. It is said, that the young, powerful pharaoh himself is the source of evil. His existance means the destruction of the world. Under him, six royal priests stand, guarding the country. Already, billions have died, how manay more will? No one knows...
* * *
(Seto's POV)
A sharp throbbing pain shot through my right arm, I pointed the glistening staff at the monster, chanted a spell and with the help of the pharaoh, trapped it inside a stone tablet, one of the many others that line the wall of this sacred chamber.
All of their eyes staring menacingly at us, as if real. No one knows how many more there're left out there, waiting to be captured.
" Seth?" The young pharaoh stood beside me, triple coloured hait, deep violet eyes, dressed in a simple loincloth and few garments adorned his body.
" Yes? My highness?"
" I think you'd better see this, High Priest." He handed me a scroll, written on simple papyrus, it bore a mysterious strand of ominous air.
I unrolled it, the ink already seeked through the yellow paper, it read:
Pharaoh, The beasts have already advanced on our army, they attacked at the middle of the night. We've already lost 105 000 of our best men, and the condition is critical. Please send back up, I don't know longwe can hold on. May ye live a thousand years.
General Aboshanteri
Seeing that I've finished, Yami continued:" That was our best squad, and I've just received another report with signs of monsters dwelling in Memphis..."
I waited.
* * *
The streets of Thebes were lined with people as it usually did. Potters calling out to people, hoping ot sell a few things at the end of the day before going home; peasants picking at lotus roots, figs at a stand; beggars crawling around, broaking fo rmoney.
Everyone struggles to survive. All creature crave for happiness, but at this age of war of death, few knew its true meaning.
* * * (Mokuba's POV)
All is dark...everywhere...
You can't run from it...you can't hide...
A feeling...
Exposed to your own deepest fears...
Ice...everywhere...Cold...to the touch...
I waited...for my light to come...
* * *
" Mokuba." I saw brother's slender body in the doorway, casting a long, thin shadow on the cold stone floor of my room...
I struggle to sit up on my chair, and greeted him:" Hail ye, o brother."
He closed the door behind him and came beside me. Even in the dark i could see his eyes, blue, as the waves of the Nile; and deep as the depth of Thoth's wisdom. Though to others, they give off a menacing glint, to me, it's the only light I've got.
" Mokuba?" his voice slightly hoarse, but full of power nonethless.
" Yes, brother?" I reached out to his slender, yet strong hand and held it tightly in mine. The nere thought, knowledge of him being here with me make me delirious with joy.
" How, uh, is ye feeling?" He said rather absently, brother is not the best at showing concerns for others, but he loves me, I know. He's all I've got, my light, my hope. Without him, one wouldnt be able to tell me apart from the darkness itself.
" Why, in Ra's name, absolutely fine."
* * * Darknes surrounds me... threatening to make me part of it...I cling on to you...You're with me...and it's enough...
* * * Our conversation continued on with stories brother told me about the world outside, about the war going on now in Khemet.
I sometimes wonder why he doesn't bother to hide it from me, all those killings and death.
Maybe it doesn't matter, not to me at least, but it does, greatly to him. I've never seen him smile ever since the war began...
* * * Dark flames of hell... burning over the battle field...
A crimson Kuri sailed across the sky...
Ancient Egypt, New Kingdom, 18th Dynasty, Pharaoh Atem ruling. The country has errupted into chaos, the royal court no longer able to control the powere of the Shadow Realm, great beasts escaped and ramaged the vilages. It is said, that the young, powerful pharaoh himself is the source of evil. His existance means the destruction of the world. Under him, six royal priests stand, guarding the country. Already, billions have died, how manay more will? No one knows...
* * *
(Seto's POV)
A sharp throbbing pain shot through my right arm, I pointed the glistening staff at the monster, chanted a spell and with the help of the pharaoh, trapped it inside a stone tablet, one of the many others that line the wall of this sacred chamber.
All of their eyes staring menacingly at us, as if real. No one knows how many more there're left out there, waiting to be captured.
" Seth?" The young pharaoh stood beside me, triple coloured hait, deep violet eyes, dressed in a simple loincloth and few garments adorned his body.
" Yes? My highness?"
" I think you'd better see this, High Priest." He handed me a scroll, written on simple papyrus, it bore a mysterious strand of ominous air.
I unrolled it, the ink already seeked through the yellow paper, it read:
Pharaoh, The beasts have already advanced on our army, they attacked at the middle of the night. We've already lost 105 000 of our best men, and the condition is critical. Please send back up, I don't know longwe can hold on. May ye live a thousand years.
General Aboshanteri
Seeing that I've finished, Yami continued:" That was our best squad, and I've just received another report with signs of monsters dwelling in Memphis..."
I waited.
* * *
The streets of Thebes were lined with people as it usually did. Potters calling out to people, hoping ot sell a few things at the end of the day before going home; peasants picking at lotus roots, figs at a stand; beggars crawling around, broaking fo rmoney.
Everyone struggles to survive. All creature crave for happiness, but at this age of war of death, few knew its true meaning.
* * * (Mokuba's POV)
All is dark...everywhere...
You can't run from it...you can't hide...
A feeling...
Exposed to your own deepest fears...
Ice...everywhere...Cold...to the touch...
I waited...for my light to come...
* * *
" Mokuba." I saw brother's slender body in the doorway, casting a long, thin shadow on the cold stone floor of my room...
I struggle to sit up on my chair, and greeted him:" Hail ye, o brother."
He closed the door behind him and came beside me. Even in the dark i could see his eyes, blue, as the waves of the Nile; and deep as the depth of Thoth's wisdom. Though to others, they give off a menacing glint, to me, it's the only light I've got.
" Mokuba?" his voice slightly hoarse, but full of power nonethless.
" Yes, brother?" I reached out to his slender, yet strong hand and held it tightly in mine. The nere thought, knowledge of him being here with me make me delirious with joy.
" How, uh, is ye feeling?" He said rather absently, brother is not the best at showing concerns for others, but he loves me, I know. He's all I've got, my light, my hope. Without him, one wouldnt be able to tell me apart from the darkness itself.
" Why, in Ra's name, absolutely fine."
* * * Darknes surrounds me... threatening to make me part of it...I cling on to you...You're with me...and it's enough...
* * * Our conversation continued on with stories brother told me about the world outside, about the war going on now in Khemet.
I sometimes wonder why he doesn't bother to hide it from me, all those killings and death.
Maybe it doesn't matter, not to me at least, but it does, greatly to him. I've never seen him smile ever since the war began...
* * * Dark flames of hell... burning over the battle field...
A crimson Kuri sailed across the sky...