Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or its characters; that right belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. I own the OC(Original Character) used in this story and do not want her used by anyone else.

Author's Note: The first part of this story, the past, will be moving a bit faster due to the plotline. And characters (canon) will sometimes be (OOC)out of character. So if you do not like that, I politely ask you to turn around and leave now because I don't see the point in wasting your time and mine.

Atem frowned, eyes narrowed. He was in a sour mood for a few reasons. At the moment, his father was lecturing him to be prepared for the official announcement of his marriage. Something he didn't want. Not that he had an issue with who had been chosen, per se.

His cousin, Priest Seto, was the most significant contributor to his continued sour mood. They usually got along. In fact, Atem was grateful his cousin was his high priest upon ascending the throne. Yet, Atem could not get over the pain he'd inflicted on his Sunshine. Then as if suddenly weighed by a guilty conscience, following her around as a jackal did to their prey.

Taking a deep breath, Atem pushed the swelling anger down. Because it had finally come to a head three weeks ago, it was one of the harvest rituals, and the dance was done by all the court ladies, young and old, married or single. Truth had reared its ugly head as blood was seen mid-dance on his Sunshine's bound feet. His father had panicked before being bluntly told by Seraph'amen it was only natural.

His father took a few moments to calm down and realize she was a woman at almost 13. Therefore his father had rushed for the official marriage. Only to be cautioned, Seraph'amen was still a small child. This comment was supported by the court healers, who said she'd have major complications and could die during either pregnancy or birthing.

Atem was glad this caused his father to retract his orders. Then Seraph'amen had asked to be excused to return to her home to take care of her issue. Atem had stood up, ready to escort her, only to hear Seto say he'd do it as he promised. Atem had rebutted to refuse; then, a fight had broken out. It was stopped when his Sunshine had declined, stating she would take a royal guard instead of two immature man-children. Her words had struck home and caused both himself and Seto to go silent and hang their heads.

The smothered laughter had only added salt to the wounds her words had caused, damaging his ego further. But she had spoken, choosing neither. That was not what made him impatient now. In the past week, he had not seen either Seraph'amen or Seto. Thus his lack of attention in his daily duties thus the lecturing from his father.

Seto stared at the tiny body that currently occupied his bed. It had been three days since he'd placed her there. His mind was still reeling from what he had learned. The weight of that knowledge had left him feeling like a noose was tightening around his neck.

Closing his eyes, Seto recalled what had led to this situation.

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'He'd been following his fiancee. He needed to talk to her. Even if it meant revealing he'd secretly spied on her and Prince Atem in the garden. Seraph'amen was very good at avoiding people(him specifically) if she did not want to deal with them. And he knew he deserved it.

Having heard she was near the temple quarters, he had rushed over as soon as his lessons with the High Priest were finished. There he saw her with the novices and acolytes. Though her face was covered, Seto knew she was smiling. So taking the chance while she was occupied, he went over.

Seto had been utterly stupefied at how fast Seraph'amen had sensed him and excused herself. Yet instead of the usual irritation, he'd felt a mix of urgency and the need to capture his prey. He watched as she scampered like a desert mouse into the temple sleeping quarters for all the clergy. Thus Seto had given quick pursuit, even if it made himself look undignified.

Seto had followed her until she took a corner. When he followed her around that corner, he saw the long hallway was empty. Something told him that she had not entered any of the rooms. So slowing his steps, making them as quiet as possible, Seto's eyes rolled side to side as he scanned each portion of the hall. He knew she could not have gone through any of the windows. They were too high, and she'd be hurt from the fall. Meaning she had to be in one of the alcoves.

Seto began to check both the open and covered alcoves. As he neared the center of the hall, he had come to a halt. Panic filled his mind as Seto smelled smoke and burning flesh. It was so out of place, and he recognized the smell from when he'd helped burn patients as a novice.

Unable to see where the smoke was coming from, Seto followed his nose to a covered alcove. He had felt confused yet determined he'd opened it. There on the floor, unmoving, was Seraph'amen. And she was the source of the smells. His mind had tried to rationalize, but instinct had him bending down. A low whimper of genuine pain came from her when he touched her. Yet she didn't try to avoid him. Seto felt that no one else could see her in such a vulnerable state, so he picked up and made his way to his own chambers two hallways over, nearest the center of the temple lodgings.

Once in his room, Seto had placed her on his bed and began to treat them by inspecting the cause. He had to lift the sleeves of her robes. There were more than he expected. But the sight of wrapped bandages damp with blood had him remove them without a second thought, enduring the cries of pain from his unconscious companion. It felt like he was being pricked over and over each time one escaped her mouth.

Once he revealed her flesh, the smell of smoke(though there was none) and burnt flesh grew more substantial. And Seto could see the burns on her pale arms. Moving to her legs, he repeated the process only to cringe at the sight of her pale calves and feet. But what struck him as odd was that they kept spreading as he stared. IT was as if something was intentionally harming her.

Knowing it was not good to keep burns covered, Seto decided to remove all but the thin base layer. And that he'd need the help of Seraph'amen's personal healer, her aunt Chione. So he took a deep breath and went to his door. Unaware of his own continence and summoned a novice.

His instructions were brief, and Seto had stressed to be secretive. An hour later, he had Chione in his room, giving him a look he couldn't explain. Seraph'amen was in nothing but a thin cotton shift, and Seto had rigged his covers, so they were raised but keeping her covered from his gaze. Though Seto was amazed at how many bandages were used on her body to hide her flesh and bind her chest.'

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"Priest Seto?"

Blinking and looking away, Seto met Chione's dark gaze. He could see nothing in their black depths.

"I understand. But it is baffling how you and Seer Nenet have been able to keep it a secret for so long that her powers manifested at age three," He replied.

A slight frown appeared for a second before Chione responded, "We haven't been completely successful. Prince Atem found out about the burns when she was still very young. Though the day he found out, Seraph'amen saw you for the first time. All she could do as I carried her away was ask question after question about you."

Seto felt a coldness settle in his chest as he looked back at his bed. He didn't need further explanation, having understood she fell in love with him at first sight at such a young age. Seto was her God-chosen other half. And now, she was hurt by him more profoundly than he thought.

The way her eyes, throat, and flesh burned was practically unbearable. Never before had her vision been so powerful and all-consuming; before her was the Pharaoh's palace set ablaze. Giant shadows in the sky were raining down destruction. And Seraph'amen knew this was a future soon to come.

Swallowing, she began to move into the palace. Soon the scene changed to a fierce battle. Though the flames were tall walls guiding her past people and servants she knew were dying, sadness filled her heart.

"You can prevent this tragedy."

Seraph'amen opened her mouth to ask what was meant by that statement. But suddenly, heavy pressure was on her spiritual body. And before Seraph'amen appeared a pair of wide blue eyes. Soon she could feel her spiritual body beginning to crumble. As she looked at the fading prophetic dream, she saw the walls of fire split into two paths. And each gave a distinct impression to her. But the world was dark before she could guess why and what lay at the end of each path.

"She's healed?"

"Yes. Once the power is done using Seraph'amen, all the wounds inflicted on my niece's body vanish as if they were never there."

Seraph'amen felt the heaviness of her body. The words that filtered through the darkness had her frowning. She recognized the second voice; it was her aunt Chione. The other was familiar, yet she was unable to place it.

Slowly Seraph'amen opened her eyes. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar. So turning her head, Seraph'amen looked at her aunt, who had a passive look on her face.

"It was so clear. It will happen soon, though I know not when," Seraph'amen said, breaking the silence that had descended in the foreign room.

Not thinking, Seraph'amen pushed herself into a sitting position. Her body no longer felt heavy or ached. It was light and refreshed, meaning it had been more than a day since her power rode her. The way her aunt's face cracked into an exasperated smile had Seraph'amen curious.

Then the sound of something crashing to the floor drew her attention. When her eyes met wide, shocked blue set in an angular, masculine face. A face flushed a dark red, Seraph'amen instantly knew where and whose room she was in.

Her hands shot up to her face as she felt it heat up. A soft cry escaped her lips as her body instinctively curled up as it tried to hide. And to make matters worse, Seraph'amen heard the distinctive laughter coming from her aunt.

"I think you need to dress, and later you two will 'talk,'" Her aunt stated. "An antsy Prince is waiting."

Seraph'amen gave a low groan and nodded her head, not once letting her hands drop from her face. When she heard the door open and shut, she did not need to know Seto and her aunt had stepped out to give her privacy.

TBC!