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The priest with the golden eye was in a small room, surrounded by books and tomes and ancient proverbs written on papyrus strewn around the room. Another priest, and quite a tall one at that, stood by his side, holding a golden rod. The tip had sharp curved blades on the side and an eye carved near the top of the rod. His long brown bangs shaded his eyes, but you could still see fierce blue eyes staring out at the world. The priest with the golden rod shifted on his feet.
"Priest Aknadin. What exactly have we come here for?"
Aknadin flipped through a scroll, frowning. "Seto. We have come here to view the recent problems coming up in the kingdom. More and more of the people have been committing crimes. Why have they done this? We should take action.
Lock them up.
But you see, the crimes they commit are fueled by their Ka. As you well know, Ka are the monsters that live in people's hearts, feeding on feelings of anger.
Rage.
Torment.
Pain.
If we can capture them, the people will grow more angry. And just think, if we pit them against each other, their will to live will make them stronger. Doing this, we can create an army. We can overthrow the Pharoah using this army. Then, you shall take the throne and rule Egypt.
You.
The rightful king."
Seto glared at him. He threw his cape back, making it rustle loudly. "That is absurd! How dare you plan to overthrow our Pharoah! He is the rightful leader. I will not take that from him! Priest Aknadin. If I hear this blasphemy again, I shall report to Pharoah Atem myself and tell him of your treachery!"
Aknadin stood up stiffly, returning the glare. "Why will you not listen? Our Pharoah is too ignorant to see the possibilities of my plan! We could rule the world you and I! We coul-"
Seto interrupted him. "Silence! We speak no more of this! Hold your tongue or I shall cut it from your mouth!" He thundered.
Aknadin glowered at him. "You wouldn't dare. Who was the one who taught you the ways of the palace? Who helped you rise to becoming one of the high priests? You should know not to lay a hand on your teacher!"
The taller and fiercer priest turned away from him, clenching his hands. "After what has transpired here, I may not consider you my teacher any longer!" He stalked out of the room. "Seto! Wait!" Aknadin called, but his 'student' walked away, ignoring his calls. Aknadin growled, before resuming his research.
Seto stalked down the halls, searching for a royal guard. He saw one, near the dining room, being pestered by Mana. He strode over to them, staring at the guard's back. Mana backed away, looking down.
"Hey...Frezick. Behind you..."
The guard turned around, stiffening. "Ah...Priest Seto! Is there something you need?" Seto frowned at Mana, who took the hint and scampered away. Seto glanced around, before whispering to Frezick.
"Listen...High Priest Aknadin has been showing some unnatural and suspicious behaviour. I know you're one of the youngest guards...so take a few experienced ones and observe Aknadin's movements.
Be careful to not let him know you're watching him. If he shows more suspicious behaviour that is worth letting the Pharoah know...let me know first. Then I will relay it to him myself. Is that clear?"
Frezick nodding. He scrambled off, relieved that Seto's anger had not been directed at him, as he had feared. Seto watched him go, tapping a foot, before walking off, towards the entrance of the palace.
With a groan, the white haired boy woke up. The harsh sun had beat down upon him, causing his skin to flake. His throat felt dusty and thick. Forcing his eyes to open, he sat up, crossing his legs. The voices he had heard were still there, but they were quieter. They seemed to have waited for the boy to awaken. Cold nips of air brushed by him, as warbled voices whispered in his ears.
"Go...go to meet a priest who has turned away from the light. He can help us...he can give us our revenge...though he caused the destruction of our village, slaughtered our people, it was the Pharoah who agreed that he should create the wretched Seven Millennium Items. Our people have suffered because of this.
Go...go now...go...go...accept this task..."
The voices faded away. The young boy frowned.
"Why me?"
He asked.
But there was no answer. Standing up on skinny, boney legs, the white haired boy stumbled across the village, reaching the entrance. A whisp of cold fog passed him, before circling back and floating in front of his face. The boy couldn't make out the features of the whisp...but he assumed it was one of the spirits from the village.
This spirit was quiet, but the boy decided that it wanted to follow him. Taking a few trembling steps foward, he glanced back, to find that the puff of smoke was following him. Confused, but not worried, the white haired boy stumbled across the brinks, until his bare feet touched the burning hot sand. He flinched, but continued to trek across the desert, the cold puff of smoke floating by his side.
Hours passed, and the relentless sun continued to cast it's burning blaze upon the world. Exhausted, the boy collapsed, skin flinching at the harsh hot grains of sand burning his skin. The puff of smoke hovered by his side. A hissing noise sounded, and the boy lifted his head, to see a desert viper coiled up in a striking position, black tongue flickering in and out of it's mouth, fangs dripping with poison.
Too weakened to move, the boy laid his head back down, waiting for the snake to strike. Just as the hissing grew louder, someone shouted, waving at the snake.
The viper slithered away.
The boy could barely see his rescuer, his vision was too blurry. He felt himself being rolled over, and he could hear his rescuer making a tsking sound. He was startled when the person picked him up roughly, but not unkindly. The person asked his name as they treaded across the desert. Before losing consciousness, the white haired boy whispered his name.
"My name is...Bakura..."
End Of Chapter Two