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"Ohhhhh...look how adorable she is!" Athyr Ishtar, the Priestess of Hathor, stared down at the tiny baby in her arms. She handed the tiny bundle to her daughter, Ishizu. Her son, Marik, leaned over to take a look.

"Eww," he said, wrinkling his nose. "It's a girl."

Ishizu glared at him and then looked back at her new little sister. Big brown eyes stared back up at her as the baby took in her surroundings. A smile spread across the six year old's face. She held her out to her little brother. "Marik, do you want to hold her?"

"No way." The four year old stepped away from his sibling, and then came back and took the bundle. "Well...she's kinda cute...she looks like me actually."

Athyr rolled her eyes and exchanged glances with her daughter. Just at that moment, her husband came in and sat down beside her. "Have you decided what we're going to name her?"

She turned up and smiled at him with her big brown eyes. "Athyr, just like me!"

Approximately 10 months later

"Tag, you're it!" Marik accidentally smacked Ishizu so hard that she fell down. "Ow, that hurt!" she shouted chasing after her laughing little brother.

The children ran about, laughing and playing, as their parents watched them. The adults smiled as they discussed the future of their children.

"Oh, I simply can't believe that one day our children are going to become the future priests and priestesses of Egypt."

"Yes, they'll be serving the little pharaoh."

"Oh, but Yami's so cute. I can't imagine him being the serious pharaoh."

It was true. You could never tell that the four year old little boy toddling around was going to be the pharaoh.

"Aw, look. He's going to see the baby again." The adults tried to hide their smile as little Yami wandered over to little Athyr again. The baby was sitting watching her two older siblings fight. She turned her head and focused her big brown eyes on Yami as he kneeled before her.

Her mother chuckled as she watched her daughter sit and stare at Yami as she tried to talk to her. I wouldn't be surprised if she married the pharaoh, she smiled.

Marik ran over to Yami and pulled on his spiky blond hair. "Hey, Spikey. Why do ya keep talking to my sister? She's justa girl, ya know!"

His sister immediately pummeled him. "Hey. What's wrong with girls?"

All three immediately started fighting as little Athyr stared in wide-eyed wonder at them. Her mother scooped her up and carried her off towards home. "Come on, little one. You must sleep."

Athyr stared over her mother's shoulder. Back to where Yami was still arguing with her siblings. "Ya-mi," she whispered before she fell asleep to the rocking motion of her mother's arms.

Athyr placed her millennium necklace on the nightstand and climbed into her bed. It had been a long day; trying to pry Ishizu and Marik apart from their latest argument and having the baby suddenly wake up from her nap and be very grouchy. Now, all three were in bed and sleeping soundly. She could finally sleep. As she started to drift off she was dimly aware of the glowing millennium necklace and the golden eye symbol that suddenly appeared on her forehead. I must be having a premonition, she thought as she closed her eyes.

An image of her two elder children in the years to come appeared before her, talking and still arguing over trivial things. They appeared to be in the council of priests and priestesses, along with the other children that had grown up. Ah, yes. There are Ishizu and Marik. Ishizu appears to be around 20, so Marik must be somewhere around 18. But where is Athyr?

Her youngest child appeared and joined her siblings. Athyr gasped in amazement at her daughter. She was strikingly beautiful. Her mother could only stare in wonder as every male head in the council turned except for Marik, who simply looked up and then muttered, "Oh, it's Athyr," before turning back and renewing the current argument with Ishizu.

My daughter. I never imagined she would be so beautiful, mused Athyr as she watched her daughter cross the room. Suddenly the room became blurry and changed into another scene.

A grown and incredible handsome Yami was standing with young Athyr. He was holding her hand in his, and slipping a beautifully elaborate ring onto this hand. O praise the gods! Athyr silently cried. My daughter is going to marry the pharaoh! Before she could see any more, everything went blurry again.

Now young Athyr was sitting on a bed in a room somewhere; her mother couldn't quite make it out. A young man entered and the two embraced. A discussion between the two of them began. Athyr couldn't hear what they were saying, but she noticed the worried tones in their voices as the scene changed once more.

Now she was in the courtyard of the palace. Athyr took one look below her and cried out in despair. The young man before was kneeling on the ground with her daughter in his arms sobbing while Yami stood several feet away, tears streaming down his face. Her daughter was dead.

Athyr's husband was just settling down when he heard a strangled cry from the direction of his wife's bedroom. He ran in the direction of her room as fast as he could.

"Athyr! What's wrong?" he cried as he burst open the door. He found his wife kneeling on the floor with her hands over her face. He pried them away and was nearly blinded by the golden eye symbol that was blazing fiercely on her forehead.

"Athyr..." she gasped out. "Athyr's...gonna...die...please...help her..." With a final sigh she collapsed on the floor.

The pharaoh balanced his toddler son on his hip as he looked at Athyr lying in the bed. "Something must have upset her pretty bad," he observed.

"Is Mother going to be ok?" asked Ishizu. "Of course she will be," Marik snapped, but even he seemed worried.

"Hmmmm," mused the pharaoh as he looked at the eye on her head. He reached out and touched it. Immediately everything that Athyr had seen was absorbed into his brain. He stepped backwards in shock.

He quickly set little Yami down and shooed the children out. "We need to be alone for a moment."

When they had gone, he settled down and looked Athyr's husband straight in the eye. "Your wife had a premonition. When Athyr grows older, she is going to die."

Marik pressed his ear to the door. Yami sat behind him. "What are they talking about in there, Marik?"

"Ah, I don't know." The little boy sat down dejectedly. "Can't unnerstand nuttin'."

"Doesn't sound good though," added Ishizu.

Athyr sat and watched the three children squabble and try to figure out what was going on. When Ishizu had carried her into her mother's room, she had looked at the symbol on her forehead and immediately seen everything. She of course didn't know the beautiful young girl was she, but she had felt sad.

She yawned, curled up on the floor and went to sleep. The three children immediately became quiet and turned their attention towards her. Ishizu picked her up. "Poor thing," she muttered. "She was woken up from all the commotion."

"I'm tired, too," yawned Yami. "We should get some sleep," said Ishizu. Both stared at Marik until he finally sighed, pouted, and said, "Oh ALL RIGHT."

"Sh- sh - she's going to die?"

"I'm afraid so. Now I know you're in shock now, but there is a way to change the future."

"What is it?"

"You must betroth her to my son. Athyr has predicted the future for me before; my son will grow to be strong. He'll take good care of her. But there's something else. You MUST find a way to conceal her beauty from the rest of the world. The priests and priestesses are fine, but NO ONE ELSE must EVER see her. Understand?"

Athyr's father thought about it. He knew he was giving away his daughter's freedom, but he wanted her to live. He sighed deeply.

"Yes."

He stood over the baby as she slept. Oh, Athyr, he thought. I'm sorry. He gently stroked her cheek as the baby slept on, blissfully unaware of the life that she was about to lead.