This is a shorter chapter, because I wanted to write this one separately. I was disappointed with the amount of reviews I have, so I'll write a few more chapters, and see if this story is worth continuing.
Chapter Two
"You're a freak. You deserve to be stoned, and go back to the fiery hell you came from!" said a young boy with sandy blonde hair wearing nothing but rags.
He picked up a small stone and threw it at a young girl with pale skin and light hair.
"I haven't done anything wrong!" she said, "Don't kill me!"
People began to encircle the twosome, and some even joined in, pelting rocks at the young woman.
'Freak!' they were chanting, 'Sorceress!'
Suddenly, the boy with sandy hair felt a tug on his back, and before he knew it, he was flying through the hair, and landed in the sand with a soft thud.
He turned around quickly, eager to return a beating. He stood in the shadow of a tall man, with light brown hair. His skin was a dark caramel, and he had icy blue eyes. He was wearing a purple garment, and a purple headdress.
"So, you think you are tough do you? Why don't you get up, or do you just like picking on people when there is a crowd to be had. Up then, and let us give this crowd a show worth cheering for." He pointed a golden scepter at the boy.
The boy shook his head, and scrambled up running into the dust.
"My opponent has left me! There is no show to be had! Clear out of here now!"
People slowly began to clear, and soon, naught but the young girl and the handsome beau were left. He eyed her suspiciously.
"What is your name?"
The girl got up quickly, and brushed sand of the rags she was wearing, "My name is Kisara sir." She gave a small bow, "I am forever in your debt for saving my life. Whatever you wish of me, I will do."
The man turned away from her, "I have no use for peasants. If need be so, I could simply buy one at the market."
"Oh please sir, they will return and do the same."
"So you expect to tag along with me for awhile? Is that how it goes?"
Kisara looked frightened, "Not without a price sir! I am good with my hands. I can cook, sew, plough and even write just a little." She gave a weak smile.
The man could fell his heartstrings loosen for just a bit. "Do you have no family?"
The girl shook her head, "No, they died sir."
"I pity you. For I too, have no parents. Very well, you may accompany me, and perhaps my master will have need for someone like you."
Kisara gave a very low bow, "I am forever in your debt good sir. I could never repay what you gave to me."
As the man walked his way through the crowded streets, he could not help but smile.
"Sir? You have not told me your name."
"My name good lady," he replied, "Is Seth."
Seth climbed off his horse, and helped Kisara off hers. They walked without words, up the stone steps, to an archway, with steps leading ever downward.
"Your master, is he kind?"
"He is fair," said Seth "and kind to those who deserve."
Kisara gave a little nod.
Before entering a pair of large stone doors, Seth was stopped by two guards.
"Ninoma tas metha nou cirtirale?"
"She is with me." Replied Seth, to the strange language the guards had spoken.
When the doors opened, the both walked into a huge room. Painting adorned the walls all around it, and the ceiling must have been higher than twenty feet. Door led off in several directions, and a red carpet made of fine linen lay on the floor. And beyond golden brackets, holding yellow flame, there stood a beautiful golden throne; Rubies, sapphires, emeralds, stones of every shade, colour and value worked into the solid exterior. And upon this, sat a man with coloured hair.
He wore the same shade of purple Seth had on, and bracelets, bangles, necklaces and a crown of gold sat upon his head. This was the almighty Pharoh, and Kisara knew so. She accompanied Seth, and bowed at his feet.
"You have always had a queer sense of décor, High Priest Seth." He said, slowing standing up.
"No cousin, you just have so sense at all."
What a thing. The very man, who had saved Kisara's life, was not only related to the Pharoh of Egypt, but was royality himself.
"What is your name?" said the Pharoh, walking up to Kisara slowly.
"Kisara sir," she said, and gave a very low bow.
"And what is it that brings you to my realm?"
"I rescued her from a situation that could have turned out badly,' said Seth, "I told her that my master could do what he wishes with her."
The Pharoh looked Kisara up and down, "You have no use for her at all?"
Seth shook his head.
"Very well, I will find something for her to do. You brought her here though Seth, so it is your job to make sure she is taken care of."
Seth nodded, "As I expected Atem."
"Come," Said Pharoh Atem, "Let us get you cleaned up, and I can see what we have for you."
Kisara bowed again, and headed into a door on the right with The Pharoh.
Seth grabbed a torch, and exited through a door on the right, pushing thoughts of the girl out of his mind, and preparing for nightly worship.
Out of time, and past relations, into the future, the sun shone halfway into the mid-afternoon sky. Kaiba hit the floor with a thud, and looked to the girl above him.