Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, that right belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. I do own the crazy idea that I am putting the character through.

6 Years ago

The sounds of high winds and rushing sand from the storm outside didn't muffle the cries of pain. No, it only seemed to punctuate them to those waiting in the hall outside.

"Push one more time, Nenet, the babies almost hear."

Clouded over brown eyes looked on in irritation, sweat rolling down a fin boned brown face. Their lips were pulled back into a snarl as they grunted from the contraction before pushing as they were instructed. In the minutes that followed, that single push silence descended in the room.

"Seer Nenet... She is...?"

At those words, Clouded brown eyes lifted to look at the speaker. The wind outside howled loud, covering up what was said.

4 1/2 years ago

A dark cloud hungover that assemble before the Pharaoh and his young son. Grief etched into both of their faces.

"I see. And there was nothing that could have been done to save either of them?"

Dark brown eyes lifted from the floor to look at the Paroh, face a cold mask as they stated clearly, no. Only to receive a small nod of acceptance and dismissal. The woman rose and bowed deeply before mumbling soft, meaningful condolence as they swept from the room.

"Ma...Anat...sad..."

At the three spoken words, all attention was focused on the small child sitting in the Pharaoh's Seer's lap. A child who had not spoken a word in their two and a half years of living. Yet here, the child was speaking clearly and so solemnly for one of that age. Already speculation flew around the court as to who the Seer's children, since the child was covered from head to toe. But to hear words from the child was shock-inducing.

Two years ago

Amethyst's eyes looked on with a mix of contempt, anger, and confusion. The girl, his property, had apologized. And he was sure it was not for the woman Chione, her aunt. No, it was for him. Though for what he knew now. But it had unsettled him, that the four-year-old bane of his existence had mumbled it as she was gathered into her aunt's arms.

He had seen the girl sway as she made her way from her mother and the palace. It had him following her at a discreet distance. Only to watch as some of the slave kids surrounded her. She stood there, taking their verbal abuse. Something he thought she deserved. Ever since she was born, she'd caused him pain and loss. His mother, at his request, had tried to give him a sibling. Both died at birth. All because he'd been told the unnamed girl was his, though he couldn't have her at that point in time.

Narrowing his eyes as a desert breeze caused the veil that was perpetually over her face to lift — revealing her flesh to be red and blistered. He had not been aware she was hurt. And no one physically harmed what was his. That was something his father had practically beat into his head. He must always protect what was his even if he hated what he owned.

Present-day

The sun beat down on the small walled-in garden, and it's the only occupant. A petite child who sat on the edge of the gardens only fountain. Oblivious to the middays scorching heat as they trailed pale fingers over the sun-warmed water. Eyes trained on their reflection on the distorted surface of the water, reflecting on the morning's events.

"I have been informed you missed your morning lessons."

The child's hand stilled as they lifted their heads to look at the speaker. The solemn look they gave had the person pausing before closing the distance and kneeling before the child. Brown hands were coming out and smoothing over the child's exposed face.

"Did you have another dream?"

Small hands grasped the larger ones cupping their face, removing them and setting them in their lap.

"Why, mother?"

Confusion washed across the woman's face. Unsure of what the child was asking. Only to be kept from speaking as the child continued.

"I met him this morning."

Cloudy brown eyes narrowed to widen as they realized what the child was talking about — causing the woman to sigh.

"What did he tell you?"

As the child tilted their head back, eyes looking at the pale blue sky. The sun was soaking into the skin of their bared face.

"My name. My purpose. But not why, mother."

At the child's words, the woman stood up and sat on the edge of the fountain next to their child. Her face a mask of absolute irritation. Not happy for the interference from that man. Her daughter's father. Of course, it was like him to be capricious and do as he wanted Nobody, not even the Pharaoh, could stop him or his brethren. They were above them all.

"Sadly, I cannot tell you why. I often wonder that myself. But it would be best if you never told a soul about your father or your name. Understand my precious... It could cause issues, even death."

A small smile graced the child's lips as she continued to look solemnly at her mother. Her eyes unblinking as she nodded her assent.

"Good. That is my good precious. Now to other matters. Evening you will be officially announced at the Pharaoh's court."

Starting at the announcement, the smile faded from the child's face. Eyes were glazing over as their mood fell.

"I received a papyrus from the elders. When introduced, you shall name your by this moniker."

At that, the woman pulled a rolled papyrus from her robes. Handing it to her daughter, who took it and slowly opened it and read it. The gasp gave told her all she needed to know. Her child did not have to ask that meaning. The elders were aware of what type of Seer's gift her daughter had. And now at six her daughter had to grow up and fast.

TBC!