A/C: This is my first fanfic that i have put online so it may not be that good but hey. Anyway i do not own Yu-Gi-Oh and if i did i would make a lot of changes (like making Tea die...sorry to all u Tea fans but she is getting in the way of Yugi and Yami and know it)

Chapter 2: From Peasant to Priestess

When they reached the palace the Pharaoh again addressed the guards.

"Take her to my father. He is sure to want to see her. Tell him that I will be there momentarily. I need to freshen up." He looked at Isis who was looking down to the ground upset and tired from her attempted escape. Her face was littered with sand, dirt, and tears. Her feet were dirty, bruised, blistered, and bleeding. Her beautiful white hair was covered with the desserts golden dust. Never ounce did she look at the Prince ounce she learned who he truly was. The guards nodded in understanding. They waited for the prince to leave to take her to the Pharaoh. Ounce the prince left the guards shoved her in the direction of the Pharaoh's throne room. She went without a fight.

They entered the large golden doors. Behind them was a large room that was lined with carvings of stories of how the Pharaoh came to the people of Egypt as the son of Ra. The Pharaoh was a god on Earth. People feared his great power and respected him for his guidance and protection. Isis followed the red carpet leading to a small staircase. On top of that staircase sat three thrones. A large one in between tow ones beside them. The one in the middle had a man sitting in it, the Pharaoh. The two other ones were meant for the Queen and the Prince of Egypt. Ounce the guards and Isis made it the staircase the guards feel to their knees while Isis stood there with only her head bowed.

"Who is this sad and dirty girl you present before me?" Said the Pharaoh with a deep and powerful voice. One of the guards lifts his head a bit to address the Pharaoh.

"She is the peasant girl who has the gift of foresight. The girl you wish to use as you sons high priestess, your highness." When he was finished he bowed his head back down. The Pharaoh stood up. His jewelry shining in the sun light that shown through the many windows in the throne room.

"Really? And speaking of my son, where is he?" The second guard lifted his head this time to answer the Pharaoh's question.

"He has gone to his room to freshen up. He was in the market place again." The Pharaoh gave a chuckle. To Isis surprise Yami had been in that market place before, but she had never seen him before today.

"Very well. You may leave us. My son will be here soon and I would like to talk with this young lady myself before he arrives.'" The guards stood up.

"Yes your highness." Bowed down and left as they were ordered to. The Pharaoh walked down the stairs to get a better look at Isis for himself.

"So you're the girl who has the power of foresight. I have heard a great deal about you; reports of a young girl with the ability to foresee the future of Egypt. Many people have come to me telling me of how you told them the future of their business, thinking you could be of some use to me." The Pharaoh noticed that her expression did not change. "Tell me girl, why do you seem so upset? I would think it would be a great honor to work for the future king of Egypt." Isis looked up at the father of her country.

"It is a great honor, your highness, to be given this opportunity to serve my country in a way most people world only dream of, but it's not my dream. I only want to live with my family, watch my sister grow up, work with my family in their business, and get married, and start my own family. This honor seems like too much of a responsibility to be laid on shoulders as young as mine. I haven't even finished my schooling yet. I'm sure there is someone more capable than I am to serve as the high priestess." The Pharaoh was impressed with her honesty and her speech. Her language was quiet developed for a girl her age.

"Well you seem quite educated already, and of course you will continue your studies here until it is your time to take your position. And as for your family you will be free to visit them as you wish. I would never dream of tearing you apart from your family at such a young age. How old are you my dear?" Isis became a bit happier when she saw how much respect she was getting from the Pharaoh himself.

"I am sixteen your highness." The Pharaoh was a bit surprised she looked a bit younger than sixteen.

"You are old enough to start working than. I was afraid we had taken you away from your home too early when I saw your face." Isis looked back down to the floor. "Well we must begin your training with my high priestess immediately than. You can start tomorrow morning with classes and than your training will begin. You will attend classes with my son if you don't mind." Suddenly the large golden doors opened ounce more. The prince entered this time. He was wearing an outfit similar to the Pharaoh's, a cream colored skirt with a blue and yellow belt with a long purple robe trailing from behind. He was decorated with golden jewelry including a headband with an eye symbol on it. Isis was amazed at the difference a change of cloths could make. She looked at him very surprised. She could feel her face becoming redder under the caked dessert sand. Yami looked at her as if he did not know her. She was caught off guard with that. Was it because of the way she acted when she was taken here or was it a show for the Pharaoh? He walked up to the Pharaoh and bowed down.

"Excuse me for my delay father." The Pharaoh looked down at his son seriously. Isis noticed a difference in their change of attitude when they were in the same room with each other. Isis suddenly became uncomfortable. Two of the most powerful men in Egypt were standing beside her, and they both had the most serious face that could intimidate anyone.

"So nice for you to join us, Atemu. Did you enjoy your little trip to the market place?" Yami looked toward Isis and than back to his father.

"Is she to be my Priestess? I assume that's why you sent your guards to capture her. Never before have you sent your highest palace guards to capture a criminal." Pharaoh sighed and chuckled at his sons wit and intelligence.

"That smart mouth will get you in trouble. It would be wise of you to watch it, and yes this young woman shall become your Priestess when it is time." Yami looked back at her, but Isis wouldn't look at him. "Don't be shy young one." Isis chocked knowing she really didn't have a choice. The Pharaoh may have sounded like he was making a suggestion, but everyone knew he was giving an order. She listened to the Pharaoh and looked up at Yami. He looked so beautiful in his Princely clothing.

"Nice to meet you, your highness." She managed to chock out. "It's a great honor to be working with you. It's a great honor to be working for the future ruler of Egypt." She said choking back her tears. No matter how much she wanted to cry she knew she couldn't. She needed to be strong. Anyone would jump for joy at the chance to work with the Pharaoh, but Isis was not like everyone else. Isis had dreams of her own, a plan. Yami could tell that Isis wanted to cry. Yami pitied her. He wished that he could help her.

"Very good. Now, Atemu, I want you to take Isis to her room and get her cleaned up. You will be working with each other from now on so I want you to get to know each other." Isis looked to the ground. Isis bowed to the Pharaoh. Yami's eyes widened when he remembered Isis little sister in the market place. Yami had no doubt that Isis thought Her sister at home. Than Yami thought about how Isis would no longer be there to teach her. Yami had a feeling that Isis was feel a sense of guilt that she will no longer be there for her. Yami turned, and started walking toward the doors. Isis looked up at him when she noticed that he was leaving. She stood up and followed Yami out of the Pharaoh's throne room.

Yami and Isis were walking down the hallway of the palace. Yami was amazed that Isis wasn't excited. Usually guests, and even servants, of the Pharaoh were amazed by the decorations on the palace walls. Isis on the other hand just looked at the ground, quietly.

"I'm sorry about this, really I am." Yami said as he continued to walk down the hallway. Isis stayed silent. Yami didn't know what to think. He just walked on. They turned corner after corner, and every now and then Yami would look back and notice that she was trying to memorize the long and twisting hallways, looking for something distinct about each hallway so she could find her way around. Yami wanted to talk to her. The silence was driving him crazy, but what could he say that would make her feel better? What could he say that would make her want to talk back? "You'll get to know this place very well over time." Isis stayed quiet. Yami just walking still keeping his head up, but sometimes he just wished he could hang his head low just ounce.

"Why did you want to hide in the market place? Why were you wearing a disguise? I mean if you don't mind me asking. I would think that a Prince would want to walk with his people the way he is." Isis said still observing her new home as if she had never spoken. Yami was a little startled when she spoke.

"I just want to explore the kingdom on my own. If I want to go out there as myself than everyone would be afraid, or treat me with special treatment. I don't everyone to see me as the Prince of Egypt. I want them to see me as me." He said with little effort. Isis stopped looking at her surroundings and looked at Yami.

"But wouldn't everyone feel betrayed, lied to?" She asked him, surprised that he never thought about it in the people's point of view.

"Did you feel betrayed or lied to?" He asked truing to prove a point.

"Yes I did. I asked you for help, and it turned out you were there very person I was running away from." She said with sadness in her voice. Yami signed and lowered his head a little.

"Why were you running away from a meeting with my father and I?" Isis went back to observing the walls.

"Because I knew that I was going to be taken from my family." Isis suddenly stopped. She was staring at this one carving on the wall. It was a picture of a dragon coming out of a young girl. The picture of the girl was unclear, because there was no face on her. Yami turned around when he realized that Isis had stopped. Yami walked to see what she was looking at. "This picture, I've seen it some where before, but I can't think of where." Yami looked up at it.

"One of the Priests that works for my father, her name is Ishizu, she had a premonition that one day a Priestess so pure will come to us, and she will hold a pure white dragon with icy blue eyes." Yami looked at Isis after he told her the story thinking how the Priestess sounded similar to Isis.

"Master, Master Atemu!" Yami and Isis turned when they heard a boy from behind them calling for Yami. The boy looked similar to Yami, but he was not dressed as a Prince, but a slave. Isis knew that the boy was his slave.

"Yugi, what is it?" The boy ran right up to Yami and bow a few times, playfully. He looked up at Yami with a large smile on his face.

"The room that your father asked for is ready." Yugi acted as if he had not seen Isis, which is understandable. Isis was standing directly behind Yami and was hidden since he was a bit taller than she was. "So, how was your trip to the Market place today? Did you find anything good there?" Asked Yugi interested in Yami's trip. Yami sli his hand into a small pocket and pulled out a small plum and handed it to the slave. Yami usually brought something back for him, but nothing that could get him in trouble like jewelry. Yami was afraid that if anyone saw Yugi wearing a piece of jewelry he would be accused of theft, and killed. "Thank you, master."

"Yugi how may times have I told you I hate formalities, at lease when it comes to friends. Just call me Yami, okay?" Yugi giggled. "Anyway, I want you to meet someone." Yugi looked clueless since he had not seen anyone standing close to him. Yami stood to the side and reveled a shy young woman. "Yugi, I want you to meet Isis. She is going to be my new Priestess when it is my turn to take the throne." Yugi smiled and Isis smiled back not really knowing why he was smiling. But the way Yugi smiled it just made her feel like she had to smile.

"Nice to meet you Isis." Isis didn't say anything so Yugi turned his attention to Yami. "Hey Yami, she is a little dirty. Should I get a bath ready?" Yami examened Isis, her smile left her face.

"Yes, if you wouldn't mind." Yami said looking a little guilty. Isis was surprised.

'He doesn't like to give orders? But he's the Prince, doesn't he always give orders?' She thought to herself looking curiously at Yami. He didn't notice her confused expression. He was too buy talking to Yugi.

"I am going to take her to her room, please come and get her when you are ready." Yugi bowed telling Yami he understood his orders. He turned and skipped down the hallway. When Yugi was gone Yami turned to Isis. Isis Stood up straight when he faced her. Yami notcied her reaction, but decided to ignore it. "You ready?" Isis nodded. Yami and Isis walked down the hallway. They soon made it to the end of the hallway. There were two doors next to eachother. "The door to the right is my room, and the room on the left is yours. Follow me." They entered the room to the right. Isis froze as soon as she entered the room. It was huge and beautiful. In the middle of the room against the wall was a large bed and on the other side of the bed was a large dresser. On top of the dresser were brushes, a hand mirror, and jewelry. Gold braclets, necklaces, anklets, and rings. But what caught her eye was the large balcony that gave her a veiw of her home and the market place. She walked out onto the balcony and enjoyed the view.

"Your not what I expected. You don't act the way I would think a Prince would act. You treated your servant like a friend." Yami walked out onto the balcony, and breathed in the evening air.

"I was born a Prince, it doesn't mean I want to be one. I don't think I have any right to boss people around-" He cut himself off and looked at Isis. She looked at him wanting him to continue what he was saying. "-Or take them away from their homes." Isis smiled, feeling more comfortable around Yami feeling he was telling the truth.

"There's going to be a party down there tonight. That's why there is so much activity down there." Yami didn't say anything. He wasn't exactly sure why she told him this but he knew there was a reason. They stood on the balcony for a while until Yugi entered the room.

"Excuse my interuption, but the bath is ready." Isis and Yami turned when Yugi addressed them. Isis walked back into the room and followed Yugi out into the hallway.

"He's not a bad guy, he's really nice. He doesn't act like he's better than anyone, even though he is. He is the Prince of Egypt." Yugi smiled with pride when he said that. Isis stayed quiet until they made it to the bath room.

"I know." She said to Yugi with a smile of hope on her face. "He will make a wonderful Pharaoh. I have faith in him." Yugi was surprised that she gave him praise even though she seemed unhappy when they met. She turned to the bath and walked into the room. Yugi turned to give her her privacy. Isis quickly undressed and sat down in the bath, inhaling the smell of the oils and flowers that surrounded the room. Flower peddles littered the water. She sat down and let the warm bath water slowly wash away the dirt. Itwas as if the royal oils and water were washing her old life away. She was being reborn, not as a Peasent but as a Priestess

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