Ch.1 Reminiscing

The eyes of violet stared at her, threatening to bore into her very soul. She tried to hide, yet they found her, seeking only her. As she stared into the youth's eyes, trying to feign defiance, a scream sounded. Duel monsters were behind him, "Kill her," he murmured, stroking the winged dragon of Ra's head. As the jaws crushed her slender frame, the Pharaoh's laughter boomed...

Malaya sat up, cold sweat dripping from her downy skin. Yet she felt that it was time to rise anyway, 'I have no family.... Thanks to him!" she sat up, smashing an old mirror into glistening shards. She had met him, the Pharaoh, long ago; when they were children. Back then being royalty or commoner had had no meaning. She sat back, remembering clearly...

A young 5 year-old girl with odd golden hair and

Exotic silver eyes danced along the path, earning coins for her sick family. She noticed a boy, walking with an aged priestess, his violet eyes watching her wild dance.

"Kenai... May I pay that girl for her dancing?" his lisp was soft and humble. The old woman spared the pretty girl a glance, then spat at her, "Move, wench!" she snarled, her wrinkled face contorting grotesquely. "Annoying beggars...Yami, remember that you should never pay a commoner... They are like locusts..." she dragged the boy off. Later, the girl skipped home, her shirt carrying her earnings like a bag. "Mama, Dad? I'm home..." she screamed at the sight that greeted her. Her parents were on the floor, their bodies mutilated and burned horribly. What the child didn't understand was that her parents were killed because they were magical creatures, a Mystical Elf (mother) and a Dark Magician (father)...

Malaya snorted, she had never seen the Pharaoh much lately, except when she was hiding away as he stormed about the city looking for a new servant; his old servant, the old bag, had passed away. Instantly, she headed for a quick dip in the hot spring.

Yami walked briskly through the plain, ignoring the rocks; he needed a servant, a female. What he needed most right now, though, was a bath. He took his shortcut to a spring he knew well, then, as the spring came into view, he froze.

In the steamy water a female stood, her long hair was not a wig like the ladies' of the palace. Yet her skin was pale, almost an icy blue and her hair was brown fading to gold at the ends. A rock rolled at his feet and he turned, "Pharaoh,"

Shadi groveled, "What in Osiris's name are you..." he caught sight of the exotic woman, "Ah..." "Shadi, capture her for me..." Yami whispered, his violet eyes never leaving the woman's body. "Not now!" he hissed as Shadi began to head for the female, "Tomorrow... She will be my new servant..." as Yami headed home with Shadi, he felt guilt at having to trap the woman of his dreams.