Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Love Is Not Blind ❯ Into Sagira's World ( Chapter 1 )

—Here is Chapter 1 of Love Is Not Blind. I decided to just go ahead and write this one too. I'm going to work on both, but finishing Stealing My Heart is higher up on my “to do list.” I'm sure not everybody likes OC stories, but at least give it a chance. You can read the first chapter and if you don't like, that's fine. I won't pressure people to read my fanfics if they don't want to.

 

—By the way, I probably got the fanfic type wrong. I don't know, I'm still new to that part. If you think I did label it wrong, please let me somehow. I'd appreciate it. Anyway, here's Chapter 1…

 

Chapter 1 - Into Sagira's World

 

The stars shone like diamonds braided into the blackest hair. It was said that when the stars twinkled and shone brightly, then this meant that the shy goddess Nut was happy. But when a star fell, it meant that Nut was weeping. A star fell when Sagira knew she was to wed.

 

“A star is falling, sister.” said Badru, Sagira's little brother. “Nut is weeping.”

 

Badru meant “born during a full moon.” Badru and Sagira's mother had always tried to give her children names that suited them. For Badru, he was born during a full moon. His mother had thought that perhaps it meant Badru would be a priest under the Pharaoh someday. Badru was still a child though and his job now was to just be a child.

 

Sagira was small, considering she was seventeen (the same age as the Pharaoh) and old enough to wed during these times. Sagira's name meant “little one” and she was little and passers-by and often mistaken her for an adolescent. Badru was getting taller the closer he got to manhood. Soon he would be the same height as Sagira at only twelve.

 

Their mother, Rehema, was a righteous woman, but sickly too. Badru's birth had made her barren. She had vision problems and she had, unfortunately, given the worst to her daughter. With a blind daughter, a young boy who would be a man, and little money, Rehema feared for her family.

 

Their home was joined to a wealthier family's home. The entire house belonged to a big man who lived with his aging mother and father. Rehema cooked them their daily meals and Sagira mended their clothing. Badru worked as a stable boy in the royal stables. He had seen Pharaoh Atemu on rare occasions and boasted about this to the street urchins he played with after working hours.

 

On the nights when Badru had seen the Pharaoh, Sagira would ask her brother to describe what the Pharaoh looked like. “Brother, tell me again what Atemu looks like.”

 

“Not now, Sag, I'm tired.” Badru rolled over on his pallet.

 

Sagira sat up on her own pallet across the room from him. The moonlight shone pleasantly on her face, but she could not see it. Her world was everlastingly dark. “Please, Badru. Describe him again.”

 

“Oh all right.” Badru snapped, grouchily. “But then you have to leave me alone. I have to get up at dawn and tend to the horses.”

 

“Thank you, Brother.”

 

“He's tall. Maybe a head or two taller than you are, sister. He always wears a golden pyramid around his neck, but the pyramid is upside down. And…his hair is in spikes of red and black with yellow bangs that are as jagged as lightning. His eyes are full of wisdom for someone as old as you are, sister. He's kind too. He's praised my brushing of the horses.”

 

Sagira listened attentively, trying to picture the Pharaoh's face in her mind. All she saw was a pair of beautiful eyes without a face and an upside down, golden pyramid without a neck to hang around.

 

The night her brother saw the falling star, Sagira told him, “Nut weeps because she knows I will never see the Pharaoh's face.”

 

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Rehema wept the day Sagira learned of her betrothal. Sagira was mending a shirt for the big man whom was called Luzige which meant “locust.” He was a locust, that Luzige. A filthy man who devoured any scrape of food he got his hands on. One evening, Sagira was invited to share a meal with Luzige. After she returned to her room, she told Badru that she was thankful that she was blind, because his eating was so noisy and sloppy that she feared he were trying to eat the whole table!

 

But now…she would have to marry that overgrown locust and share his bed. Perhaps even bear his children. Sagira refused and begged her weeping mother not to give her to a man like Luzige.

 

“Mother, please don't make me wed that awful man! I beg you, please! I will do anything to keep from marrying him. I know what he does to the whores he brings to his bed. He hits them and beats them, Mother. Just three sunrises ago, I heard him building a fire. He was cursing at something. He said, `That wench was weak. Not like the last. She didn't survive.' I knew he must have killed a whore.” Sagira said, kneeling at her mother's feet.

 

Rehema wiped the tears from her cheek. “Sagira, it's a good marriage. You'll be close to your family and you will have good money. Behave and don't say `no' to Luzige and you will live longer than a whore.”

 

Sagira clutched her mother's dress and sobbed. “Please, Mother. I do not want to marry that man. I'd rather die than marry him! If you marry me to Luzige, I swear I shall kill myself!” Sagira was surprised and frightened out of her skin when she felt her mother's hand come in contact with her cheek. She fell to the floor, her heart in her throat and her body trembling with fear. Never had Rehema even considered hitting her children! And now she had slapped her blind daughter.

 

“Do not tell me that, Sagira.” Rehema's voice was low and dangerous and Sagira feared it more than a slap across the face. “You are my only daughter and I have no choice. It is a good marriage despite how awful Luzige is. He is wealthy and you will be provided for. You will have proper food and good clothes. Do not kill yourself, Sagira.”

 

Sagira was in tears. She went to her room and lay down on her pallet. I do not want to marry Luzige, Sagira thought. She felt afraid and helpless. Samira stood and started to dance. She thought up a rhythm in her head and swayed her hips and waved her arms and hands to the rhythm. When Sagira danced, she felt happier and calmer. She had performed for her mother and brother and they had applauded her. Her brother had often said that she danced better than the dancers in the palace.

 

Sagira suddenly stopped dancing when she remembered that. “A palace dancer…” She continued to dance as she thought more about this idea. Me? Dance for the Pharaoh, she thought. The very idea made Sagira blush. Sagira stopped again and sat down on her pallet to feel the heat of the sun's rays against her face. “Could I really become a palace dancer? A blind girl like me?”

 

It would be better than marrying Luzige, she thought. Sagira fingered from her spare dress and wrapped it up in a piece of cloth. From what her mother had told her, she would wed Luzige at sunset in two days. If she left tonight, she would have enough time to go to the palace, become a dancer, and stay safely behind the palace walls where Luzige would not get to her.

 

That night, after Badru had fallen asleep, Sagira grabbed her dress and felt her way towards the back of the house. It the dry air of the night, Sagira slipped out of the house she'd known most of her life and towards the palace.

 

—And that's just Chapter 1. The names I used are actual Egyptian names. Where'd I learn `em from? Aw, the power of Google Search Engine. Here's how to pronounce the names: (as far as I know)

 

Sagira - “Sa gee rah”

 

Badru - “Bah drew”

 

Luzige - “Loo zig ee”

 

Rehema - “Ray hem ah”

 

—I probably screwed up how to pronounce those names, so I apologize if I did. Anyways, I'll put up Chapter 2. Reviews please, though. Whether you liked it or whether you didn't, I accept both.