Summary: What if Isis had a chance to say goodbye to the only man she had ever loved? Mahado/Isis. Oneshot. Please R/R. Don't own Yugioh.
Close Your Eyes And I Shall Come:
A gentle breeze ruffled the curtains of Isis's bedroom. The priestess was nowhere to be seen…until the door gently creaked open, and a familiar sigh drifted around the room. Isis wearily shut the curtains, her eyes watching the slumbering houses of Egypt below. She undressed, feeling the cloth skimming away from her skin. A break in the window sent a beam of moonlight against her bedroom floor and fell onto her eyes, when she got changed into her night gown and had slipped into bed.
Isis looked so beautiful, her white gown contrasting with her dark skin. Her wide blue eyes were the talk of Egypt. Men would gaze open mouthed when she walked alongside the Pharaoh…but one man looked more then anyone else...
No. She could not think of him. Without him, inside it was always winter to her. Even with the stifling hot sun, to Isis it seemed as cold and as hard as ice. Tears stung her eyes when she remembered how he had smiled at her, so kindly, so full of gentleness and secret longing. And now he was gone.
Closing her eyes, sleep beckoned like an old friend. Soon she was breathing slowly and deeply, her mind whisked away to the land of night. A wind picked up…blowing the curtains open, sending a chill around the room. A shadow appeared at the balcony, as two dark, brown eyes glanced around the room. A young man, cloaked in white gently drifted toward the sleeping Isis. The shadow smiled…a kind, familiar smile.
A dark hand reached forward and stroked her forehead…before Isis's forehead creased, as if a distant memory had made its way back to her. She let out a small sob, but the hand continued to caress, stroke, soothe.
A kiss brushed her lips, as a voice whispered in her ear:
"I love you, Isis. When the time comes, I shall come for you, my Priestess."
Isis opened her eyes gently, and peered into Mahado's eyes. "M-Mahodo," the young woman wept as the shadow smiled and stroked her hair. "Sleep," he whispered, "sleep."
Isis could not help but fall into the purist of that kind, soothing voice.
For over sixty years, Isis had helped rule Egypt, but now, she was deemed too old. She still sat upright, her white tumbling down her shoulders, still proud and graceful. She had aged…but people whispered that the once beautiful Priestess's eyes had never lost their sparkle.
But oh…even great people like Isis had their limit, and soon she was given a well deserved retirement. But after this, she had been taken ill, and was put to bed. But even over the watchful stars of the night, her health decreased. Her faithful friend Shadi was amazed that the old woman was not afraid of death…to him, she was almost longing for it!
When he questioned her, she would only whisper in a dreamy tone: "When the God of The Dead claims me, the man I love shall lead me though the darkness into the field of reeds."
Soon, as Death draw nigh, Isis called Shadi to her bedside. "Please Shadi…leave me now. You alone have given me more loyalty then the guards of Egypt…for that I shall be forever thankful, my friend." Shadi closed his eyes and kissed the hands of the Priestess.
"Whatever happens," he whispered, "I hope you find happiness in the next world."
With that, he got to his feet, before shooting a last glance in Isis's direction, then closing the door. Isis lay back and closed her eyes, waiting for Mahado to come.
Fin.
This was meant to be heaven to the Egyptians.
BB3: And there ends my oneshot! That kinda made me cry writing that last bit.
Please R/R!
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