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.

In the days following her prophetic vision, Seraph'Amen was beside herself. Hell, one could say she was ready to run away.

If it wasn't the Pharaoh or her mother bouncing between worrying and demanding, she spoke about what she saw. The High priest whose mere presence made her feel physically ill(more so since he was the one who'd eavesdropped in the past).

Then it had to be Prince Atem and her fiance Priest Seto. Both were hovering like flies on shit. No place was safe for her to hide. And they did not ask about her prophetic vision. No, they bickered like spoiled children over who had the right to care for her.

Seraph'Amen groaned and buried her face into her pillow. She'd gotten permission to stay home.

Everyone wanted to hear what she'd(been) seeing. Yet when she tried to speak, her voice vanished—or tried to write her body locked up, paralyzed. No one seemed to understand that the Gods didn't want her to tell them.

Fickle, selfish bastards, the bunch of them.

Snorting loudly, Seraph'Amen rolled onto her side hugging her pillow to her tiny body.

She was vexed enough. Speaking was not an option, nor was writing. Narrowing her eyes, Seraph'Amen said aloud, "Why let me see it if I cannot speak or write about it? Why torment me with the two paths? Am I to do this alone?"

No answers were forthcoming, yet Seraph'Amen knew she was heard and being watched. This face caused bitterness in her chest and made her feel suffocated. She wanted to vent but couldn't.

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Item paced back and forth, his agitation rolling off him like a physical force.

His servants stayed silent and unmoving. They knew his temperament well, and he was now confined to his quarters. Same with his cousin Seto. They'd gotten into a physical scuffle after learning that Seraph'Amen wasn't coming today.

Words were said that crossed the line on both sides. They were exposing their thoughts and the secret space in the wall that looked into the Royal Garden, which incited his father.

This situation was only exacerbated by the fact that Seraph'Amen could not speak or write anything about her vision.

Atem rubbed his arms vigorously as the image of Seraph becoming fully paralyzed trying to write about her vision flashed across his mind. His heart felt like it had stopped beating at that moment.

"Your Highness, Seer Nenet is here to see you."

At the sound of his father's aide, Atem frowned as he responded, "Enter."

Soon Seraph'Amen's mother stood before him. Her face was uncovered, showing her milk-white eyes staring at him. It was unnerving.

"Speak, Seer Nenet."

The slight dip of her head let him know she acknowledges his command.

"I do not disapprove of Your Highness' feelings towards my daughter. Though you've matured mentally and emotionally, those feelings changed from loathing and dislike to friendship and no honest affection."

Atem felt his eyebrows try to crawl to his hairline at the Seer's words.

"But right now, I ask you to back off. Both as a mother and as a servant to your father, Prince Atem," Seer Nenet said bluntly. "My daughter's burden is heavy. Though I am blind, I am not unable to see, so to speak. And with all the pressure my body is under, she is worse and wearing her down."

Atem narrowed his eyes at the woman before him.

"Do you not like my Cousin Seto?"

At his question, he watched as Nenet paused as if in thought before speaking.

"Yes, and no," She said softly. "Yes, because he hurt my daughter, even unintentionally. As her mother, that angers me. No, because, like you, his lineage and looks are good. The idea even, your Highness. Though the age discrepancy is a problem."

Atem felt conflicted, though he silently agreed.

"then my pursuit of her?" Atem asked. He hated that his voice wavered to show his nervousness in asking this question.

A soft laugh broke the tension in the air as Seer Nenet responded, "Your Highness, I know she rejected you. And no, she said nothing to me. But the higher powers who blessed me told me all about it. I chose to remain silent. They chose Seto as her partner to help her with her tasks."

These words were something he didn't want to hear.

"I don't have to see to know you're displeased. But now the future is uncertain, and because Seraph isn't allowed to tell anyone what she saw in her vision, many are saying your reign is cursed."

Atem grunted and turned his back to his guest. He'd heard the whispers of dissent, and he knew his father had been investigating the rumors and who started them.

"I'll leave now."

He said nothing as his mind wandered to his memories.

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Seto looked at the guard assigned to him. Like his cousin, he had been restricted to his quarters. However, his responsibilities had to be taken care of. So, his uncle gave him an elite babysitter.

He knew his fight with his cousin had crossed a line. Things were said that shouldn't have been spoken.

But Seraph'Amen was his Fiancee, and he still needed to talk to the stubborn girl. However, he had been told to sort out his own feelings first. Seer Nenet had been livid learning of his neglect of her daughter, though the woman buried it deep. Her words had felt like he'd been caned again, leaving him in fear of her true temper.

Then there was his mentor. The High Priest had been acting weird lately.

"Priest Seto?"

Blinking, he looked up to see Kiara in the Millennial Item Sanctuary. His heart beat faster when he looked into her vivid blue eyes. It was those eyes that had drawn him to her. That made his emotions a mess.

"Priestess Kiara," He replied. "Why are you here? What do you need from me?"

The way her lips pursed as he watched her glare back at him.

"His Majesty sent me," she said. "However, I do not think us meeting here is a coincidence."

Seto jerked back. Her words were cold and so unlike her.

"Priest Seto, I'll be frank with you. Since your confession, I've been thinking. Analyzing myself, my feelings, and everything in general," Kiara said. "I've realized you are a friend and an Elder brother figure. What you felt for me is not love but an instinctual draw to the power I protect. I know you were always drawn to the Blue-Eyes White Dragon. And in a way, she chose you, but I am not her."

Kiara's words were a painful slap to his face, and a bucket of cold water froze him from the inside out.

But he didn't, no refused, to believe them.

"Priestess Kiara, I-"

Her hand shot up, silencing him.

"Priest Seto, Seraph'Amen is a true Seer. A prophetic one, and you were chosen to be her balance by the Gods. So her rejection of you troubles you deeply," Kiara said, baring everything openly. "And I feel you are integral to helping her stop whatever calamity is coming. But as long as you two act like mules, she cannot speak it. Grow up and face yourself and your faults."

Seto was shocked and could only watch as Kiara turned and left him alone in the Sanctuary.

TBC!