Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Pharaoh's Angelic Demon ❯ Memories (prt 1) ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

The festival was in full swing. The head Priest had thrown the best party to date: food, guest, entertainment... but... one thing was clear as day. The Pharaoh, himself, was bored. He leaned against his had, letting out a frustrating sigh. He couldn't believe that the festival was going on, but he didn't want to be part of it. He looked around at the guests. Most of them were talking to one another, while the few were by the food. He took in a deep breath, and his head Priest walked over to him.

“Is something the matter?”
Yami looked up at him and replied, “Nothing... I just...” he cut himself off, not trying to state the obvious. “What is it? May be we can help, Pharoah.” Isis said, standing beside Seto. Yami shook his head and suddenly the room was quiet. Yami and the others looked at the guard who dragged in the figure covered in the red cloak.

The guard threw the figure to the ground and stated firmly, “I found this thief in the garden, Pharaoh. Obviously, she has stolen this cloak from the market or from someone higher up.”

The figure looked up, revealing the gender. “I didn’t steal anything. This cloak belongs to my mother!” she stated. The guard raised his hand ready to hit, but Yami stood up. He walked down the steps, from his throne, the people splitting like the red sea. He walked over to them and the guard bowed. The young woman didn’t make eye contact with him, but didn’t bow either. “The cloak belongs to your mother? Please, tell me, when did your mother give you the cloak?” he asked.

“I was about three at the time. She gave it to me right before she died.” she whispered. Yami looked around the room and asked, “Where did you find her?” The guard looked up at the Pharaoh and replied, “By the Nile. She was trying to cross the river, probably trying to escape the threat of being arrested.” he replied. Yami then looked back down at the young woman. He knelt down and she made eye contact with him. He moved the hood off her head and smiled. He had revealed long black hair that framed his face so perfectly and this beautiful, yet mystic eyes of earth and rain. “Beautiful eyes...” he whispered. She slightly smiled and replied, “A gift from the Gods and Goddesses.” Yami’s smile brighten as he looked at her. He felt as if she was different... different from the other women he was surrounded by everyday. He helped her up, which caused murmurs to float around the room. “Tell me, young woman, do you entertain?” he asked, walking with her. She looked down, blushing a bit. He stopped at the stairs and waited for an answer. “I do a bit of... what do you people call it? Umm... Magic. I'm really aren’t that good.. not like my mother was.” she whispered. “Magic? Well, please, show us what you have learned. I’m a bit bored on my throne. I could use something a bit more interesting tonight.” he explained.

She nodded and then asked, “May I change... You see I... well...”

Yami understood completely. Trying to cross the Nile and then being dragged to the Palace must have left her clothes in shreds. He was wondering how the cloak was still in tack. “Isis...”

Isis stepped forward and bowed. “Could you please take her and get her a change of clothes. I don’t think she wants to go around naked all night.” he stated. Isis bowed again and motioned for the young woman to follow her.

Seto stood by the throne as Yami made himself comfortable in his throne. “Pharaoh, was it a wise decision to take her in and give her new clothes? She could-”

Music sounded in the large room as Isis walked throung the door. Soon after, the young woman walked in. Her hair was still framed about her face. Her eyes gazed at the floor, not making eye contact with anyone in the room. Her body was dress in a dark blue robe and her red cloak drapped over her shoulders with grace. Isis took her place on the other side of the throne and the young woman took in a deep breath. She placed her hands together and whispered magical words in Egyptian. Yami sat there, wondering what she was going to do. “What is she doing?” Seto whispered to Isis. “I’m not sure... I haven’t seen this magic before.” she whispered back. Suddenly, smoke appeared and a dark bird took flight. There was scatter appaluse around the room. “Do you think you can make something a bit more flashy?” Seto asked, bored. Yami looked at her as she took in another deep breath. She whispered the words again, but this time, she made hand seals along with it. Yami leaned forward a bit, amused to what she was doing. “Come forth!” she yelled.

As the smoke disappeared, a black jaguar appeared. It growled with anger, jumping at the audiences. Yami smiled in delight, looking at the animal. “Bravo!” he stated, clapping. She pulled back on the chain lightly and the jaguar sat before her. “Can you do any other magic?” he asked. She nodded and looked down at the wild cat. She whispered something and she let go of the chain. The cat trotted up to the steps and paused. He then looked back and she nodded. He continued up and sat before the Pharaoh. Yami then ran his hand through the soft fur, everyone in a tense silence. “Is he trained, young woman?” Yami asked. She shook her head no and made more hand seals. Then, suddenly, Seto appeared in front of her. Seto blinked a few times, shocked, trying to figure out what had just happened. “Bravo! This is outstanding! Seto, I believe she has out matched you in magic.” he joked. She bowed, whispering, “I don’t want to take his title, My Pharaoh.” Yami walked down from his throne, the wild cat behind him.

“I am impressed with your magic. It is something I haven’t seen any of my magicians do. You must tell me who taught you this.”

She looked down and whispered, “My mother used it all the time. I can do many things with the magic I have.”

She looked at a pitcher and waved her hand. The water float towards her and she shaped it into a phoenix. She then whistled, which froze the water shape. “Anything else?” she asked. Seto stepped forward at this point. “Fire! I bet you can’t do fire! It took me years to prefect it!” he snapped. The murmurs rose again as she placed her hands together. “What do you perfer?” She opened them and a small flame appeared. “Something small or-” the flame grew and she looked up, causing it to float in the air. “Something large to destroy an army?” she finished. The audience’s appaluse was louder this time. She had proven to them that she knew magic and probably saved her life in the process. Yami clapped and stated, “Impressive... I must get to know you better.” She blushed again, trying to hide it by letting her head drop.

The party ended a few hours later. The young woman watched as everyone let out the door. She took in a light breath and looked down at the jaguar beside her. “Well, do you want to stay here or do you want to come with me?” she asked. The black wild cat looked at her with his light green eyes. “You two are welcome to stay here.” She turned around and looked at the Pharaoh. She bowed and replied, “I don’t want to be a burden on your shoulders, Pharaoh.” Yami walked over to her and patted the top of the cat’s head. “It’s not much. I mean, after all, you got me out of a bordem state. It’s the least I can do.” he stated. She looked up at him, her heart in her throat. She stood up and bowed again. “Thank you... you’re too kind.” she whispered. Yami smiled at her and whispered, “What’s your name?” She looked up at him and avoided his eyes. She didn’t want to cause trouble... she didn’t want him to know the truth about her... she then looked at him, his royal purple eyes soft with kindness. “My name is...”