A/N: The next chapter… another short one. Another chapter to advance the plot some.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh!

Chapter 2

The Child

As day turned to night, the land stayed quiet. The sound of sand blowing through the vast oasis could be heard. Only the sound of a small fire cracking could be heard belonging to a small camp. A small boy wrapped in a cloth blanket… a small tent in the background. A small chipped cup in his hands… now and then he would momentarily sip the liquid within… his amethyst eyes were filled with fatigue and sadness as he stared up at the stars… admiring the glittering stars… his only companion over the years.

Hours later the young boy was still found staring into the stars… his cup laid forgotten beside him. The fire was staring to demolish as the pieces of firewood was coming closer and closer to its stage of becoming plain ash.

High in the skies… a shooting star zipped through the sky… startling the boy before he smiled. Remembering a childhood legend that he had once heard of how if you wish upon a shooting star your deepest desire could be fulfilled. The boy smiled as he closed his eyes… muttering a few words under his breath… too quiet for anyone to hear.

As Ra reappeared over the horizon once again tainting Egypt with day once more. The small villages located along the Nile once again was bustling with the business of the day. While back in Khemet the young boy pharaoh was recovering from his near death experience. The cooks of the palace had been beheaded just two days earlier… by the orders of Shimon, the Pharaoh's highest advisor.

Draped in his purple cape and pale white silk robe, the young pharaoh returned to his throne room. He merely nodded at the guards before regaining his throne. Scanning the room, he found Priestess Isis standing some meters away. "Priestess?"

The young priestess merely bowed…looking down at her boy pharaoh… a streak of crimson crossed over her cheeks. "My Pharaoh."

"No, I need you not today. Go to the village and see what mockery is taking place. Take two guards with you if you wish… they are of no use to me today."

"Yes, my pharaoh." The young priestess stated before standing and leaving the throne room. She left the palace gates not bothering with guards… nobody in the village messed with her any ways. She had somewhere special she wanted to visit today… one of her childhood friends from long ago. When she was in training to be a priestess… she had met a family that showed her love and courage. Their youngest daughter became her best friend… even now after so many years.

Ra was slowly reaching the halfway point in the sky before a young man walked into the streets of the small village. He was draped poorly. A shirt five sizes too big covered his body. The shirt was torn and wore over the years. A small blanket covered his shoulder blades. His eyes were reverted to the ground… in his hands a small bridle was held tightly in his petite hands. The rope was tied to an elderly horse that looked like the end of its day would be arriving soon.

The young boy's feet kicked up dirt from the ground he stood upon. A small blush covered his face as he heard the sound of the merchants calling out to him. Every now and then, the young boy would slip a glaze upwards at the strange little stands that sold such strange things that he had never seen before quickly reverting his glaze back down to the ground.

The boy continued walking… not paying much attention to where he was going exactly… not paying much attention to the people around him when he crashed into an old man… knocking them both down. Uneasily the boy bit his lips before looking up at the person he knocked down. He gasped in horror as drips of hot red liquid touched his hand. A broken clay pot littered around them. The old man's eyes were closed… tears formed upon the boy's eyes… blinking them back. Nothing made sense anymore to the boy… as his world came crashing down once again… his eyes fogged up… his brain stopped interpreting anything.

"I really must be going Akirsha, but I'll be back."

"Sometime this week?" asked a hopeful young woman. A small bundle cradled in her arms.

"Maybe. I don't know," spoke the other woman. She said simply. In a way she knew she could probably come see her friend again… but deep down she knew she should stay by her pharaoh. He needed her. He needed them all. He was still weak… without an heir and depressed. If anything happened to him, well she didn't really want to think about that possibility. The thought of Seto ruling Egypt was just too scary of a thought to wonder on. Seto was well… Seto was arrogant… too arrogant, and the fact that his heart had frozen over years ago. His only desire was to achieve the greatest ka of the world… to be strong, and that scared Isis.

"I understand," muttered the young woman. She looked down… blushing and mentally cursing herself for wishing such a thing. A simple 'em' left Isis's lips followed by an uneasily silence that broke between the two best friends before Isis simply sighed… looking away.

"I… I should probably go now." Straying one look back at her childhood friend she sighed and walked away… knowing that she shouldn't come back anymore. Even though she knew, she would be welcomed… it would be awkward. She cursed herself at not noticing before that she and Akirsha had slowly drifted apart after each visit. The long time lapse had slowly demolished their friendship, and their lot in life. She was a priestess, deemed forever to stand by her pharaoh's side. She was a holder of the Sennen Tauk, a mystical item that with the others determined Egypt's fate. While Akirsha was simply a wife of a merchant, a commoner who probably would never see their ruler's face and if she ever did. The reason would probably result in death.

Every now and then, the young priestess slipped a glaze backward at her friend, yet the glaze was always short till she knew she couldn't see her anymore. Yet each step she took, she longed to run back to Akirsha and her child. Yet deep in her heart she knew that walking away would be the best for both of them. It would be safer for her and easier in case the day comes that she and all the Sennen Item holders would have to sacrifice their lives for Egypt. A choice that she knew was present in all of their minds… especially the pharaoh's.

As she winded around the corner a fruit stand the sound of an angry mob filled her ears… taking her out of her troubles. Quickly she scanned the street, ending her glaze in the center of the market where all the streets met up as one. A large group of people was gathered around… yelling and screaming the words "kill, kill, kill". Sighing the young priestess immediately ran to the mob. She hadn't planned on making herself known to everyone… but this time unfortunately she had to. Pushing her way into the center of the mob, she gasped in horror at the sight. A young boy, blood covered his face… his body in the hands of one of the strongest men of the village. His head hung limping… revealing to the young priestess that he was unconscious… maybe even dead at this horrid beating.

She cringed watching the man strike another punch at the young boy… releasing more liquid that perspired over the man's fist before once again setting up for the next strike. Horror filled her soul as she bit her lips… before releasing the taste of blood into her mouth. She had been told not to speak… not to anger the villagers… that was the guards' duty… but this time… this time was different. A young defenseless child was in danger… possibly either already being judged by Osiris or is almost there. "Stop!" She shouted… running into the circle and grabbed the insane avenger's fist. The old man growled at her… in his fury he slammed the young priestess to the ground. Isis groaned…her vision became bury… as she watched the insane man throw another punch before blacking out.

"Priestess… priestess."

The sound of a far away kind voice could be heard… awaking the young woman from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered before opening. Ra's light filled the room as the outline of an old man came into focus. "Shimon?!"

"Ahh, you're awake, Priestess."

Groaning the young woman sat up… as she looked around the room… her room. "What… what happened? Where am I?"

"Priest Mahado and some of the guards found you on the street." Seeing the young priestess confused the old man continued. "The Pharaoh was getting worried when you didn't get back by nightfall."

"How long have I been asleep?" asked the young priestess startled.

"Two days now… we were worried that you would never wake up."

Her eyes widened… as she finally remembered what happened. Someone was beating up a young boy… a young defenseless boy. "And the boy?"

"Boy? Oh you mean the child that was lying next to you?"

"Yes! Where is he?"

Shimon sighed… before looking down… taking it as a sign of death the young priestess immediately broke into sobs. Startled Shimon looked up, Isis nearly never cried especially for a stranger. "You know him?"

"No," muttered Isis… shaking her head.

"Then why the tears? He's was just a child."

Burrowing her eye bows… Isis looked down. "I…" The door cracked open… saving her from her explanation. There in the doorway was Mahado… a smile appeared on his face as he saw that Isis was awake before addressing Shimon. "Priest Seto and Priest Karim wants you."

Shimon simply nodded before disappearing out the door. "Priestess," acknowledged Mahado.

"You did that on purpose didn't you?"

Stunned Mahado looked into Isis's eyes, "how did you know?"

"It was obvious… the way you chose this moment to walk in, too obvious Mahado."

The young man sighed… a small pout appeared on his face. "Fine… fine. You caught me, but still Isis I did save you from interrogations. Surely you have the decency to at least thank me. Why the tears Isis? He is after all just a boy… a commoner."

"I… I don't know. I really don't know Mahado. I guess. I guess it's his eye," muttered Isis… looking away. "The intensity of the amethyst hue… for… for a moment there… I saw myself Mahado. I saw myself."

"I am sorry that I asked. I know your past is a hard thing for you to bear." Mahado commented causing the young priestess to immediately turn away.

"Mahado." Isis whispered… her breath labored before looking up. "Could… could you tell Pharaoh that I won't be able to attend the council today. I… I feel awfully tired."

"Of course," Mahado whispered. A streak of concern clearly vivid upon his forehead. "Do… do you need anything else?"

"No… just rest," Isis whispered before turning away.

Mahado sighed… his breath clouding over as he left the young priestess's chambers. He lightly closed the doors… before leaning his body frame over it. His vibrant chocolate brown eyes clouded over as he sighed… remembering Isis's looks just moments early. He loved her face… the way it sighed over for a child. She was so caring, loving and loyal. He just couldn't bear the thought of being so broken hearted. He… he was one of the only people living in the palace that knew her secret… for infatuation with the pharaoh. Yet, the pharaoh didn't return her feelings… pushed them away… and it angered the young priest. For he loved her, he loved her since the day he meet her all those years ago… when they were still children. Yet, he knew that she didn't look at him that way… just as how Pharaoh didn't love her… and it broke his heart.

A/N: Well… an interesting love triangle has been set already… more like an incomplete triangle.

Didn't I say this chapter was short… I decided to end it here… cause if I go any further… this it might lead to a cliff hanger and at this moment in time I don't feel at having a cliff hanger in this fic yet. So how was it? Good? Bad? Indifferent? Tell me!! Your reviews mean a lot to mean… helps me improve my writing if I know what you all want from me.

Also… I will post the next chapter of my other two Yu-gi-oh! fics soon. Probably before Christmas… Or at least in after ten days from on… that's when school ends for me… still next semester. I only posted this chapter up so soon because I already had most of this chapter written… so I thought to just post this chapter up… as of now.