Disclaimers: I don't own anything to do with Yu-Gi-Oh! except a few peices of merchendise.

A/N: This is a relatively new way of writing for me. I mean, the way it's put together. The last chapter went Day-Dusk-Night-Dawn-Day-Dusk-Night-Dawn, but the second Night-Dawn was streamlined and went together for reasons I have yet to reveal. I hope I made that clear enough.

Please note that I have spent a LOT of time researching Egyptian, Celtic, Aztec, and Atlantian things just so that I can make this story run smoothly. I know I haven't been historically accurate in the past, but I'm doing my best now. Given the fact that Yuugi is just living as the pharaoh right now and has not really had any "friends" I've adjusted his attitude to fit his Godly position. I'm not kidding! Pharaohs were treated like Gods in ancient Egypt! You think YOU wouldn't get a swelled head from that?

Also, the only place where they actually call the Egyptian king "pharaoh" is in the bible. I don't think Egyptians would have read that if they were "heathen". Hence, they don't call the pharaoh "pharaoh" in my story.

Heka: Egyptian word for magic

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She sprang up to a sitting position, and was alarmed that she didn't recognize her surroundings. She was in a large room, with bright sunlight pouring through the small windows. She felt safe, and she wondered if she had found her refuge. A sudden panicked thought flashed before her mind, and she felt at her neck. She relaxed at finding that her necklace in she shape of the symbol for eternal life was still securely around her neck.

The door opened, and someone entered.

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He was getting very annoyed very quickly. He never thought that such a sweet-looking 18-year-old could be so aggrivating. No amount of forsight could have warned him of her attitude. She was disinclined to follow directions, and she whined about being out in the sun.

Though he knew she thrived on the night, he didn't think that dusk compltely counted as daylight. It was bad enough he had given up his sleep at night in order to protect her from the slavers. Not only that, but she had thrown his entire system out of sync because of her nocturnal habits. If she had been closer to his age, he would have forced her to comply to his own habits. Since he was three years her senior, he decided to let her keep to her own established routine. After all, when he was that age, his mentor treated him in very much the same fashion.

"You still haven't told me your name!" the girl whispered harshly. They were in the process of changing locations to evade the slavers. He ignored her for a moment longer. She still wore his heavy cloak, so as to hide her reddish hair, but she couldn't look anyone directly in the eyes, or else she would give away the fact that she was a foreigner. His own foreign hair was covered by a lighter cloak, and he let people believe that he was blind. He had gotten very good at looking at everything in front of him instead of focusing on one thing, so as to keep up the act.

"Hey!" she hissed. "Is it that you want to know my name first? My name is Chine, so what's yours?" In his mind, he spelled her name as Tine.

He pulled the girl into a narrow alley between two houses, and kept her out of the line of sight by blocking the passage with his own body as the slavers ran by.

It was dawn before the slavers finally gave up. The two sat down in a back alley behind an empty house. The girl - Tine, she called herself - sat down in the dirt. He sat next to her.

"Why are you helping me?" she asked.

"Because you're not like them," he told her.

"Egyptian?"

"No," he shook his head. "It... I can't explain it. You're just more like me."

"So what's your name?" she inquired again.

"Why do you want to know my name so badly?"

"Because I'm not used to being rescued by strangers. Not knowing your name makes you a stranger, and it's really bugging me." She frowned for a moment. "And you speak Gaelic. We're in Egypt. I don't get it."

"I speak lots of languages," he said evasively.

"Did you just learn them by yourself?"

"Where I come from, we spoke a lot of languages."

Tine hugged her knees to her chest and stared at the ground. "I can only speak Gaelic," she told him. "I couldn't understand a thing they were saying. But they tried to take me with them forcefully, so... I ran."

"I'll translate for you," he promised. "Just stay with me."

There were a few minutes of comfortable silence between them.

"So what's your name?" she asked again.

"Gahh," he chuckled. "My name is Damais."

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The girl was taken into the throne room, where there were larger windows and, of course, a throne. Six people stood in two lines in front of the throne. Realizing she was in the presence of the king, she prostrated herself in submission and adoration, startled at herself for almost looking directly at him. A tall man with dark skin and angular eyes approached her. He held out a key that was reminicent to an ankh, and her vision turned hazy. There were fuzzy images, and she could sense her mind being probed.

Suddenly her vision cleared, and the man recoiled his arm as if struck. The girl found herself on her hands and knees, looking at the wielder of the key. Another man that seemed less harsh and bore a circle with conical charms hanging off it said in alarm, "Shada?"

"What did you see?" said the priest with the gold rod. He did not look pleased.

"Inside this girl's mind... the Ka moves so fast I can't see it. It's like it's everywhere at once," Shada announced.

Of course she knew this. He had frightened her, and she had tried to escape, or at least evade him. She had tried every escape route she could come up with, and with her abilities, it didn't take her long to realize that all her escapes were blocked off. She had thrashed around in vain, and had eventually succeeded in driving Shada out of her mind. It was a small miracle for which she thanked the gods.

"Is she aware?" asked the king. The girl slumped her shoulders, suddenly realizing how tired she was. The sleep she had that night wasn't really sleep; she was unconscious, and she had been running for a long time. She didn't want to stand up.

"Yes," Shada nodded. She could feel him nod, though she didn't see it. "She exudes an aura that would be dominating if she were at her peak. In your presence, Great One, she is outmatched."

"What else can you do, girl?" a female - a priestess - asked. The girl managed to raise her head enough to look at the woman. She was garbed in a white robe, and a tauk was secured around her neck. When she didn't respond fast enough to the priestess' liking, she asked again, "What else can you do?" She seemed confident that the girl had other abilities besides her complicated awareness.

"I can move things," the girl replied. She was nervous about speaking. The king hadn't given her permission to talk.

The priest with the rod scoffed. "Everyone can move things," he sneered. "It just requires the proper application of muscle."

"No, I..." with a sigh, the girl gave up, and looked around the room. She couldn't find anything loose, and she sorely didn't want to take off her necklace. Since Shada was closest... Oh, but she really didn't want to have to talk to him...!

"May I see your ring?" she asked, struggling to get her tired body to stay upright on her feet. Shada was reluctant, but removed the gold ring from his finger and handed it to the girl. She held it in the open palm of her hand.

Closing her eyes, she focused briefly on the ring in her hand, and got a feel for it in her mind. It lifted into the air. She opened her eyes, and found herself looking directly at the pharaoh. She quickly averted her eyes, though his image was burned into her mind. His hair was at odds for being Egyptian, being black, red, and blond all at the same time, and standing up in spikes and lightning-bolt shapes. He seemed surprised. His hand seemed to grasp the inverted gold pyramid at his neck almost out of reflex.

"I told you," she said to the rod-toting priest, though she studied the ground, "I can move things."

"How far?" the same priest demanded.

"If I showed you that, something would break," she responded.

"You have three forms of heka," Shada said. "One is your awareness. The second is your ability to move things. What is your third?"

The ring moved through the air back toward its owner, who replaced it on his finger. The girl's arm fell heavily to her side. "I can... find things, I guess."

"What do you mean, you 'guess'?" a priest with a gold eye demanded.

She shrugged. "If I'm allowed to see something that was close to a person, I can find the person. If the person describes the item to me, I can find the item. It's... complicated." She started to nod off, but caught herself, and looked back at the priests with too-wide eyes. She didn't want to know if it was punishable to fall asleep in the presence of the son of Ra.

"Show us," the priest with the rod ordered.

"Seth!" the priestess cried. "She is tired!"

"That is no excuse for her to not show us her third power!" the rod-priest, Seth, countered. "If she is to be allowed in the palace and trusted--"

"Then she must be properly rested in order to show us her full abilities," the earthly God delivered. The girl shivered at the sound of his voice. "She will spend the night in a guest chamber and show us her third power in the morning."

"Thank you," the girl whispered, bowing her head.

"One last thing, though," the Lord of Egypt insisted. "What is your name?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, fingering nervously at the silver amulet around her neck. She didn't remember her name, but she couldn't explain that to her Lord, lest he think she was mocking him. "A-Ankh," she announced. It was terribly plain for an Egyptian name, but then she didn't think it mattered, since she wasn't of any royal or significant heritage.

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"I'm hungry," Tine announced.

Damais ignored her.

"Are you listening to me? I said I'm hungry!"

Damais ignored her.

"Hey, you multi-linguist ass, are you deaf?"

"Please refrain from using such language, thank you."

Moments passed.

"I'm still hungry!"

You'd think she'd never been hungry before.

"So what do you want me to do about it?" Damais surprised himself. He had never been that snappish before.

"Eat something, of course." Tine folded her arms and tossed her hair over her shoulder with an experienced twist of her neck. It was just starting to get long enough that she had to do it again.

"Do you have any money?"

"No, you're supposed to."

"Sorry to disappoint you."

Tine stopped in her tracks. Sensing that she wasn't following any more, Damais turned to look at her. Suddenly, a torch seemed to ignite behind her eyes. She grinned. In a sing-song voice, she announced, "I have an idea..."

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She felt much better after a night of actual sleep. She was actually surprised that it was so late in the day, and no one had come to wake her yet. She was supposed to prove her third ability that day.

The priest with the round gold item and the conical charms entered the room. "I am the priest Madaho," he announced. "Our Lord has deemed me the one that will follow you to whomever you find." He offered up the cloak he had draped over his arm. "You are to find the owner of this."

Ankh, as she was newly dubbed, groggily made her way over to the priest. She touched the garment, then took it, holding it at arm's length and inspecting it. It was a deep purple shade, and was in good condition, albeit somewhat ratty from harsh sand-filled desert winds. She got a feel for the energy of the owner, and felt the energy pull her out the door. Madaho followed wordlessly, one eyebrow arched.

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Damais ran through the events from the previous night while he finished his rabbit leg. Tine devised a rather ingenious, and rather devious, plan to aquire food. Since Damais was good at playing blind, he was to "accidentally" run into something and knock it over, specifically one of the food vendors. It was a big blow to his ego, as he had never really done anything like that before. In the middle of the skirmish, Tine would descend upon the cart and swipe some food, hiding it under her cloak.

His curiosity was piqued. She swooped in almost as if she was invisible. In fact, if he hadn't known she would be there, he was certain he would have overlooked her. It came naturally to her to blend in so well and be overlooked. He wondered if there was anything else she could do that he didn't know about.

Tossing the bone listlessly over his shoulder, he sighed. His mission to speak with the Egyptian king was not working out in his favor. Already he had lost four days after rescuing the girl from the slavers that had persued her so eagerly for two days. If his prediction was correct, he could waste no more time. He would give this predicament with Tine another day, send her on her merry way, and speak with the king.

A rat scurried through the alley. Damais half expected Tine to scream, but instead she looked at the animal as if she understood it.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," was the reply. He knew it was a lie.

Images briefly flashed before his eyes. He didn't recognize the girl in the vision, and so he decided to try and evade her. He stood swiftly and moved down the alley, coming out onto a small street. Tine followed, eating a bunch of grapes.

When he started moving, he could hear another pair of feet move nearby. They stopped for a moment.

Two people. Two people were following him.

He quickly whispered to Tine for her to pull her hood up. She did so unquestioningly, having discovered Damais' glimpses of the most likely future. She also knew he could space-shift, but he couldn't very well take her with him when he did so. Back in her home, they called it teleporting. Damais had explained that it was slightly different than teleporting, but she didn't exactly understand the differences.

Rounding a corner of a house, Damais expected to lose his followers by circling back around one house, waving through three more alleyways and coming out back to this street.

He didn't know that the girl chasing him was aware of this. While Damais and his recent companion rounded the corner, she stopped, darting across alleyway entrances so as not to be seen, and waiting around corners. All the alleyways in the area networked together and all came back out onto the one street, and there were only three ways out of the network. It was a simple thing to guard them.

She felt his presence, coming from the alleyway farthest from her. She ran to the alley, and as the man exited, she tackled him to the ground, sending them both rolling before she pinned him, his back to her. Another person exited the alleyway shortly after, but Madaho was quick and caught her wrist with an iron grip.

Once Ankh regained her breath, she asked the man, "This cloak I'm wearing, does it belong to you?"

Damais couldn't believe it. Even with his precognitive abilities, he was still outmanouvered by a girl that was at least five years younger than him. Two years younger than Tine.

For her part, Tine struggled valiantly, but not enough to cause the hood to fall from her head.

Ankh allowed herself a little swell of triumph. While the man had looped around a house and through three alleys, and while he ran rampant, trying to escape, she calmly waited, guarding his exits. He had been a trapped rat, but he hadn't known it.

When they got back to the palace (Damais walked willingly, but Madaho couldn't relinquish his grip on the other girl) Ankh was taken to her room by a palace slave. That was the last of her that Damais and Tine saw of her until morning well and truely came.

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