Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Angel Wings: Reincarnation ❯ Forsaken Angel ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: I do not own the master piece that is Yu-gi-oh, for if I did, I'd be filthy rich. How cruel life is T-T

Doragon Jisatsu (DJ): First YGO fan fic so I hope you enjoy! R+R everyone

Note: All words/paragraphs in between ' ' are Meskhenet's thoughts. Also, I don't like Kisara so she's evil in this story. BTW, I'm not going for historically accurate so bare with me.

Prologue: Forsaken Angel

'People often told me how beautiful I was. They said that Ra had blessed me highly above everyone else, they even said I was an angel. Perhaps that's why the pharaoh, Atemu, wanted me in his court, for my beauty not for my intellect which I'd rather be taken for, but I was smitten with him nonetheless. He soon asked for my hand in marriage and I accepted heart fully, but if he knew whom I was related to he'd probably kill me for I was the little sister of Bakura the thief. He never found out though which added to my bliss, but during our engagement party I met someone I fancied more then him. A young priest named Seth, then the affair began.

Seth comforted me and tended to my needs in ways Atemu couldn't, there was just something more intriguing about him that drew me to him.

I loved him so much, so when I had a nightmare about his death I feared for him. My dreams often came true and I resulted that there must be a way to save him from that fate, so I went to a wise young woman named Kisara. She then told he it wouldn't come to pass if I was willing enough to take my own life.

A life for a life she said simply.'

The blade shone brightly as the light from the candle bounced off it. In the blade she could see the flame and how it danced in an almost hypnotizing manner. The red, orange and yellow wisps of color blurred together in a burning flame.

'I could save him here and now. My death would protect him from harm, that's what Kisara told me. That if I died he'd be safe and I want him to live long and be happy.'

The girl holding the blade sat down in a chair in the dimly lit room staring at it. Her long black hair was draped down her back and her white dress with a golden sash clung loosely to her thin figure as she sat motionless with the knife in her hand.

She saw her intent hazel eyes staring back at her in the reflection of the blade, they appeared soulless to her, almost unfamiliar.

She then ran the blade along the tip of her index finger on her other hand, pricking it. A droplet of blood trickled out and streamed down her finger leaving a small trail of residue blood.

The tip of the blood was now stained with little blood on it which she wiped off on the hem of her dress, staining the once pure whiteness that it was.

'My death would keep him alive. Is that what I truly want though?-if I am dead we cannot love each other anymore for I will become another ghost in the afterlife and he will mourn for me. I do not wish him a life of sorrow for my loss, but perhaps he will found something or someone else to love besides me. I only want him to be happy.'

The girl held the blade by its handle and turned towards herself as her heart began racing.

'He will be safe and that's all I want.'

She closed her eyes and before she let her tears come, she plunged the blade into her stomach. Blood oozed out from within her and flowed off of her and onto the floor leaving a pool of blood beneath the chair that she was now hunched over in. Her delicate fingers released their hold on the blade's handle and hung loosely at her side.

Then there was pain.

She could feel her soul leaving herself, a coldness unlike that of which she had never felt encased her fragile body. Emptiness consumed her as by each bit of blood come out of her, so did a part of herself.

The pain subsided and a numbness come over her.

'If this is dying, it isn't so bad. Once the pain is over, it's as though…it's as though I'm free from the chains which bound me.'

The blade embedded in her chest was completely stained in her red liquid and her dress was now dyed an eerie crimson as puddles of blood formed on the floor.

She felt her soul hovering above her body and observing the dead figure of herself and there her body remained until a slave discovered it the next morning by uttering an ear piercing scream.

'I want him to live and be happy, but that was a foolish thought and a hopeless wish. Kisara lied to me, she said if I killed myself he would be saved from the terrible vision I had had that night. He was still killed and now my suicide was in vain. Mark my words though, I shall get revenge on the one who had slain him.'

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The field she lay in had flowers of every colour and blue cloudless sky. Bees, butterflies flew around happily as young fawns and rabbits frolicked.

It seemed like the picture perfect world that she had imagined in her mind, the world she wished was real and here it was for her, the illusion she had always wanted.

Perfection, peace and harmony.

No pain, no suffering and no affliction.

The world she had created just for herself, a place of happiness, but on the outskirts of this world was darkness that she feared.

She knew one day she'd have to venture into the darkness and when it came, she stepped in gracefully, escaping her perfect world.

Happiness left her and then there was only pain as everything around her shattered.

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She awoke screaming in a soft bed with the white flowery sheets twisted around her frail body, beads of sweat on her face and reddened checks.

The door to the room opened and a woman in her early twenties rushed in to her side and hugged her, "Another nightmare dear?"

The young girl nodded and pushed a lock of damp black hair out of her face, "Yes."

The woman withdrew and looked sorrowfully at the young girl, "Meskhenet…" the woman whispered touching the girl's check lightly, "Are you alright?"

Meskhenet shrugged, but her brown eyes still quivered with uncertain fear, "I'm fine now…" she muttered slowly trying to reassure herself of it first rather than her mother. She looked up at her worried mother, "These nightmares are so real and that makes them scary mother." She moved to embrace her mother, but her mother backed up, "Mother?"

Her mother seemed in an awkward daze. Her identical brown eyes looking at Meskhenet unblinking, as thought there was something she feared in the five-year-old.

Meskhenet waved her hand in her face, "Mother?" she asked.

She blinked then smiled down at her daughter and hugged her tightly, "Meskhenet, you do believe me when I say I love you more than anything?"

"Yes," Meskhenet said gingerly, her mother often asked this question after being in a trance.

"Good," her mother sighed, "You're such a good girl Meskhenet and so cute."

'I don't why mother always did this. I'd have another nightmare then she'd try and comfort me, but then she withdraws herself from me and stares at me like I'm some kind of monster. Then she tells me she loves me…more than anything. I think she's trying to convince herself she loves me, but…why?'

"My dear beloved daughter," her mother cooed affectionately, "These nightmares will go away soon." Her mother pulled back and kissed Meskhenet on her forehead, "I love you."

"I know."

'It was the last time I heard those words off of my mother's lips and it was the biggest lie she had ever told me.

The next morning I found her laying on her bed with blood red sheets entangled around her body and deep gashes on her wrists. She lay there looking as though she tried to fight death, but she was lifeless now. Her dark eyes staring at nothing, her spirit broken, deadened.

Was I the cause of this?-but why?

When it come time for me to move in with relatives, none of them wanted me. They blamed me for mother's suicide, said I drove her to it with all my frightful and graphic nightmares.

No one wanted me after what she had done, no one cared, no one had ever cared. Not even mother.

That place I had often dreamed about, that paradise in my mind. I wish it was real, so I could hide there for eternity away from everyone else. Stay there without a care in the world, but it wasn't real, just a figment of my mind, that picture perfect place.

But that place didn't explain those dreams I had about sitting in a dark chamber with only a candle as my light, holding a metal blade in my hands then embedding it into my chest with strange thoughts in my head. Thoughts of him…whoever he was.

Sometimes I could feel the stab, feel the blood oozing out of me slowly as I was dying inside. The numbness that cam afterward when the pain had fluttered away. Then came that beautiful place with rainbows and endless meadows with merry animals. The place I wanted to be in forever so I wouldn't have to face the world that terrified me so much.'

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DJ: Should I continue it?- I probably will since I like this idea, hope you do to. ~Ja ne!