This chapter is fast-paced once again. This takes place twenty years after Ateyda's death. I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

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Akama walked out into the mass of people passing out the drinks and food. She had been working at the small pub for the past 10 years. They had not been easy, but then again life for a woman was never easy. The only thing she knew was that raising herself and trying to survive were two things she had to learn quick. She prayed to the gods for the day she would be able to leave that place. Little did she know, that the day had arrived.

Many of the drunk and degenerate thieves that came to the pub regularly tried to give her a hard time, because she had always been different. She knew things, and held skills that no one could explain.

"Get another wench!," one man yelled as he threw a goblet at her head. She caught it without even having to look up. She even surprised herself sometimes with the things she did.

"I swear to you, something's not right about that girl," she heard a man whisper thinking he could not be heard, not that it mattered. Who would care what a low-life serving maid thought? Yet somehow, the older men seemed to think there was something familiar about her. It was something about her moon colored eyes and night black hair that set her apart.

"Give a little love, eh?," another man full of drink said as he tried to pull her toward him. She twisted his arm off her, and swung around with a nice left hook to the nose. She could hear his bones break as her fist collided with his face sending him over the next table and sliding across the floor into some by-standers. She stared at her fist not believing what she just did, but she knew what the result of it would soon be. She quickly gathered up the dishes she had been carrying and rushed off to the kitchen.

"She broke my nose!," she heard him blubber, "Stupid bitch, broke my nose!"

She heard angry voices start to rise. That was one thing never to be done; light a spark in the midst of drunk, brooding men. She tossed the dishes in her arms aside, and made her way to the back door of the pub. The men's voices started to get closer and louder. She turned into the dark alleyway and started to run.

"There she is! Over there!," a voice called out.

She picked up to a flat out sprint. She dashed in and out of different alleyways hoping to deter them. She had dealt with drunks for years working in that pub, and if she knew them enough, she knew they would not keep track of her easily in their state. As she darted right and left out of their sight, she heard them starting to get angrier. They could not keep tabs on her. She stopped inside a small nook in a building. She stifled her hard breathing and tried to make herself absolutely invisible.

"Where the hell did she go?!"

"I think down this way!"

Their voices grew dimmer and dimmer until they faded away completely. She let out a sigh, and started to walk in the opposite direction. "Another wonderful night," she thought. She kept walking not paying attention to the roads she was taking. She would catch hell for running away like that taking quite a few "paying patrons", if they could possibly be called that, out of the pub. Her heart continued to sink as she thought about her situation. She wanted so much more than that life. She felt like she was worth so much more, but there was very little she could do about it. Her whole life she felt that there was something missing.

"It's about time I find out what that is," she said to herself. She did not know what or where she was exactly planning to go, but it was high time she did it. She did not know what compelled her to just up and run away, but the again she wondered why she had not done it before. She had always heard about the servants in the palace of the Pharaoh. They served and protected the Pharaoh, but they also had the privilege of living behind its walls. That would be exactly where she would find her salvation. She ran back to be pub as quickly and quietly as she could. She saw a few horses tied up at its front. She untied one and jumped on its back. With a light kick to its sides, she was flying down the streets toward Cairo. What was she thinking? What if they did not want to take on some common serving wench? She did not think about it. The only thing she knew was that she had had enough.

After a few hours of riding, she looked up to find herself at the old palace of the previous Pharaoh. No one ever spoke of this Pharaoh, or what happened to him no matter how much she asked. His name was never to be mentioned, nor were his deeds or followers to be discussed, so she knew very little of him. The gates of the decrepit palace were old and crumbled. The vines that once grew up its sides were dead and dried. She did not know why, but she felt drawn to it. It was in ruins and had stood empty for years, but she had an undeniable urge to go inside.

She pushed open the large, front doors and walked inside. Something was strangely familiar about the stone walls and staircases. The unlit torches hung from the walls covered in dust and cobwebs. Everything looked empty and cold, but something inside her stomach started to burn. She felt her heart leap as she started to climb the staircase. Why did she feel this way?

She looked through various rooms wondering what it was she was looking for, but as she opened two large double doors, she quickly found out. As she entered the dormant bedchamber, a flood of ice cold blood ran through her. Ragged and blackened curtains flew back from the open balcony window. Emotions and memories of the past flashed through her and filled her mind. She fell to her knees. Her head started to pound and ache as every memory of her past life stormed through her veins. She was lying on her side gasping for breath as it all started to slow and subside. She did not know where that came from, or how she was back, but the only thing she cared about was that she found Yami. In this time and age, she was called Akama, but her original name was Ateyda.

She threw the bedchamber's doors open and ran down the stairs. "Yami?! Yami, where are you?!" Why was their home in such a desolate state? Where were all the people? "Yami?! If you're there, please answer me!"

"He's not here," a voice behind her said. She flung around to see the Priest Shadi in a heavy robe and turban.

"What do you mean? Where is he?"

"It is good to see you again, my Queen."

"Shadi?"

"Yes, at least in some way, but if you seek the Pharaoh Yami, you will not find him here."

"Where can I find him?"

"Head north from here. You will find him."

Her heart leapt. She could not imagine what it would be like to lose him, so she could not imagine what it was like for him these twenty years. She did not know how it was that she came back, but she did not care. She had been given a second chance, and she was not going to waste it. It was strange that she did not search for the palace until that moment. She had seen the front of it once when she was small and never had the urge to enter. What was it that made her go in? Why did she suddenly remember everything from the past? At this time, once again, she did not care that much. The moment she could see Yami's face would make it all insignificant. It did not matter as long as she was with him again.

It seemed that she had been running for forever through the warm, night sands, the horse completely abandoned, when she finally saw a great pyramid come into view. She stopped with her heart racing from both running and fear. A pyramid was the last thing she wanted to see. It was the mark of a tomb. She started to panic, and her breath started to seize. Why would Shadi send her to a tomb? Why would Yami be at a tomb unless. . . She broke into a sprint all the way to the entrance, and there written in plain words told her everything she needed to know.

"No!," she screamed. Tears streamed down her face as she started to throw her fists into the markings. They started to crack just as her hands did. She eventually stopped; weak from fighting it. She slid to the ground holding her bleeding hands, leaning against the tomb of her king, "Why? Why?!" Her screams echoed across the sandy plain.

"He had to sacrifice himself in order to save everyone," Shadi's voice came again.

"Get away," she barely whispered.

"You must understand what has happened," he started again.

"I said get away!," she screamed, "I don't care! Why the hell was I sent back?! Is this my curse?! Am I supposed to live this life without him as my punishment for abandoning him?! Just get away and leave me be!"

"My queen. . ."

"GO AWAY!," her last scream echoed and died with Shadi fading as well, but she did not see. She merely curled up next to the tomb, and leaned her head against it. She kissed his name that was engraved on the entrance. The taste was her tears and his blood mingled together in a sour kiss. Her tears flowed down her cheeks and onto the cold stone. She looked up at the engravings, "I will find you. In this world or the next, I will find you. I promise." In her heart somewhere, she felt it coming. It was her death, and with the knowledge that Yami was dead and gone, she welcomed it with open arms.

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