Yu-Gi-Oh Fan Fiction
Forever Is Not the Same as Eternity By: Lady Leilani (Nataku)
Disclaimer: Iza no own Yugioh. I wish I did...Then I could have Bakura all to me...
Hamunaptra – 3,000 B.C.
Priests and servants decorated the isles of the great city of the dead. A common, yet grand place of burial for the pharaohs. This place was but new to this flourishing society. One, if not royal in any way, would have to be of high standing to be buried here; to join the pharaohs themselves in the difficult journeys of the afterlife. To reach the realm of the gods. Though passing to the after life was a normal and honorable way to go the people who knew the deceased could not help but be saddened. Especially in this case...
She was gone. Her highness, the queen of Egypt, Empress Ashayt, was dead. So young, powerful, wise, and beautiful. She had a stare that could either warm your soul and save you from the depths of hell, or a look that could make even the strongest of warriors cower in fear. She had such strength, and then, just like a burst of wind, she was gone. The people loved her; his highness loved her, more than the kingdom and themselves. She did, however, leave them a gift in return for her leaving: a son. She died giving birth to the crown prince, Atem.
The ceremonies and rituals commenced, and her body was placed in a tomb where she will await the pharaoh. Prayers and song echoed throughout the tombs. The high priest, Akunadin, the pharaoh's brother, led the final prayers of the dead. Greenery and symbols decorated the sarcophagus, and the pharaoh himself slowly ran his fingers across her cheek as a bundle in his arms moved to get comfortable. Pharaoh Akunanhaten gazed back at his son. 'He looks just like her.' He smiled sadly. The rituals and ceremonies ended. The priests and servants departed to the capital and prepare for their usual routines. Akunadin approached his elder brother.
"My lord-"
"I know, brother. Just give a little more time."
"Of course." After a few moments passed their time they left as Atem began to whimper with hunger. The lights in the dead city dimmed into darkness, and the small mass of people departed to the west. They would be home by sunrise.
Sometime Later...
"The Shadow Realm?"
"Yes, sire. I've discovered this dark world, and we are exploring all it's capabilities as we speak."
"What do you know of it now, Akunadin? Is it dangerous?"
"Yes, very. There are monsters in this world, some with great power. Just being in this world takes its toll on the mind."
"Is that all you know?"
"There is the shadow magic, but I have yet to know how to explain and control it. I do feel that having at least the knowledge of it will give us great advantages."
"Find out more first. When you feel you have more sufficient information on this world report back to me. If this world proves dangerous, get rid of it, seal it away, do you understand?"
"Yes, sire." Akunadin left the main hall.
'I do not wish to bring danger to the next rule. Not to Atem.'
The high priest slowly walked to the temples of the capital eager to continue exploring this new world he had stumbled upon. 'It's a little ominous to me. It felt like I was being pulled there. It is as if me finding it was no coincidence.' His thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of the lesser priests shouting. He glanced up in time to see them chasing after two small figures running towards him.
It was the crown prince, Atem, and the high priest's very own heir. The two ran to Akunadin and clung to the ends of his robes as if to shield themselves from the wrath of lesser priests. Atem, who is seven years old now, had kept the look of his mother, the late Queen Ashayt. His skin is a dark tan from all the times he spent in the sun. His most noticeable traits were his tri-colored hair, which sported black spiky locks with red ends, and golden bangs and streaks scattered about. His eyes, though he was young, were a sharp and intense crimson-violet. They had the same piercing glare that made her highness a powerful leader. His clothes were woven of the finest silks that dawned the colors of the sunset. They accented his eyes with the utmost perfect hues of indigo and earth colors. He was draped in much jewelry with symbols and cartouches of the gods. If there ever was a way to dress like a prince to the state of being obvious, he did it.
The other boy was remarkably fair. He seemed almost foreign to the common people. His skin was slightly pale and glistened beautifully in the sun. His name was Seto. He, though the same age as Atem, was slightly taller than the young prince. His eyes were an icy blue, but they were bright with life. They were hidden most of the time, however, for his brown hair dangled carelessly over them. He wore simple, but elegant silks that hung daintily on his slender form, and small jewelry of scarabs and gods, including one of his favorites, the god of destruction and darkness, Seth. He is the heir of Akunadin. The High Priest said to have found the boy wandering the Nile, and thus Seto was adopted. There are rumors, though, that the boy is actually Akunadin's real son.
They giggled as the lesser priests quickly approached them.
"My lord, please excuse us."
"What seems to be the problem?"
The lesser priests glanced down at the two children.
"They seem to think they can explore the shadow realm."
Atem stuck out his tongue at the priests and Seto snorted. Akunadin sighed and dismissed the priests back to their duties. 'What am I going to do with these two. They are worse than my brother used to be.' He peered down to them.
"Uncle," the young prince spoke," why are we not allowed to go the Shadow realm?"
"Yes, if we are to use this world to the kingdom's advantage, then wouldn't it be wise to let this kingdom's future learn about it as well?" Seto backed his 'cousin'.
Akunadin blinked at the two youths before him. 'Damn they are smart. Just what have the other high priests been teaching them?'
"It is very dangerous, and we don't know what could happen there. Being the future of our great society, putting the both of you in danger would be unwise, as there is a possibility you could be hurt or worse; killed." He stated, proud he was able to out-wit them in such a short time, and with a headache he might add.
Atem sighed in disappointment, and Seto snorted again still willing to challenge his adopted father's wit.
"All will come in due time," he began," but until that time you are not allowed to go anywhere near the realm's portal, do you understand?"
They both nodded.
"Good. Come, it is time for your lessons."
Forever Is Not the Same as Eternity By: Lady Leilani (Nataku)
Disclaimer: Iza no own Yugioh. I wish I did...Then I could have Bakura all to me...
Hamunaptra – 3,000 B.C.
Priests and servants decorated the isles of the great city of the dead. A common, yet grand place of burial for the pharaohs. This place was but new to this flourishing society. One, if not royal in any way, would have to be of high standing to be buried here; to join the pharaohs themselves in the difficult journeys of the afterlife. To reach the realm of the gods. Though passing to the after life was a normal and honorable way to go the people who knew the deceased could not help but be saddened. Especially in this case...
She was gone. Her highness, the queen of Egypt, Empress Ashayt, was dead. So young, powerful, wise, and beautiful. She had a stare that could either warm your soul and save you from the depths of hell, or a look that could make even the strongest of warriors cower in fear. She had such strength, and then, just like a burst of wind, she was gone. The people loved her; his highness loved her, more than the kingdom and themselves. She did, however, leave them a gift in return for her leaving: a son. She died giving birth to the crown prince, Atem.
The ceremonies and rituals commenced, and her body was placed in a tomb where she will await the pharaoh. Prayers and song echoed throughout the tombs. The high priest, Akunadin, the pharaoh's brother, led the final prayers of the dead. Greenery and symbols decorated the sarcophagus, and the pharaoh himself slowly ran his fingers across her cheek as a bundle in his arms moved to get comfortable. Pharaoh Akunanhaten gazed back at his son. 'He looks just like her.' He smiled sadly. The rituals and ceremonies ended. The priests and servants departed to the capital and prepare for their usual routines. Akunadin approached his elder brother.
"My lord-"
"I know, brother. Just give a little more time."
"Of course." After a few moments passed their time they left as Atem began to whimper with hunger. The lights in the dead city dimmed into darkness, and the small mass of people departed to the west. They would be home by sunrise.
Sometime Later...
"The Shadow Realm?"
"Yes, sire. I've discovered this dark world, and we are exploring all it's capabilities as we speak."
"What do you know of it now, Akunadin? Is it dangerous?"
"Yes, very. There are monsters in this world, some with great power. Just being in this world takes its toll on the mind."
"Is that all you know?"
"There is the shadow magic, but I have yet to know how to explain and control it. I do feel that having at least the knowledge of it will give us great advantages."
"Find out more first. When you feel you have more sufficient information on this world report back to me. If this world proves dangerous, get rid of it, seal it away, do you understand?"
"Yes, sire." Akunadin left the main hall.
'I do not wish to bring danger to the next rule. Not to Atem.'
The high priest slowly walked to the temples of the capital eager to continue exploring this new world he had stumbled upon. 'It's a little ominous to me. It felt like I was being pulled there. It is as if me finding it was no coincidence.' His thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of the lesser priests shouting. He glanced up in time to see them chasing after two small figures running towards him.
It was the crown prince, Atem, and the high priest's very own heir. The two ran to Akunadin and clung to the ends of his robes as if to shield themselves from the wrath of lesser priests. Atem, who is seven years old now, had kept the look of his mother, the late Queen Ashayt. His skin is a dark tan from all the times he spent in the sun. His most noticeable traits were his tri-colored hair, which sported black spiky locks with red ends, and golden bangs and streaks scattered about. His eyes, though he was young, were a sharp and intense crimson-violet. They had the same piercing glare that made her highness a powerful leader. His clothes were woven of the finest silks that dawned the colors of the sunset. They accented his eyes with the utmost perfect hues of indigo and earth colors. He was draped in much jewelry with symbols and cartouches of the gods. If there ever was a way to dress like a prince to the state of being obvious, he did it.
The other boy was remarkably fair. He seemed almost foreign to the common people. His skin was slightly pale and glistened beautifully in the sun. His name was Seto. He, though the same age as Atem, was slightly taller than the young prince. His eyes were an icy blue, but they were bright with life. They were hidden most of the time, however, for his brown hair dangled carelessly over them. He wore simple, but elegant silks that hung daintily on his slender form, and small jewelry of scarabs and gods, including one of his favorites, the god of destruction and darkness, Seth. He is the heir of Akunadin. The High Priest said to have found the boy wandering the Nile, and thus Seto was adopted. There are rumors, though, that the boy is actually Akunadin's real son.
They giggled as the lesser priests quickly approached them.
"My lord, please excuse us."
"What seems to be the problem?"
The lesser priests glanced down at the two children.
"They seem to think they can explore the shadow realm."
Atem stuck out his tongue at the priests and Seto snorted. Akunadin sighed and dismissed the priests back to their duties. 'What am I going to do with these two. They are worse than my brother used to be.' He peered down to them.
"Uncle," the young prince spoke," why are we not allowed to go the Shadow realm?"
"Yes, if we are to use this world to the kingdom's advantage, then wouldn't it be wise to let this kingdom's future learn about it as well?" Seto backed his 'cousin'.
Akunadin blinked at the two youths before him. 'Damn they are smart. Just what have the other high priests been teaching them?'
"It is very dangerous, and we don't know what could happen there. Being the future of our great society, putting the both of you in danger would be unwise, as there is a possibility you could be hurt or worse; killed." He stated, proud he was able to out-wit them in such a short time, and with a headache he might add.
Atem sighed in disappointment, and Seto snorted again still willing to challenge his adopted father's wit.
"All will come in due time," he began," but until that time you are not allowed to go anywhere near the realm's portal, do you understand?"
They both nodded.
"Good. Come, it is time for your lessons."