Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Young God ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 2

" The Spartans have declared war on Egypt." The noble said, troubled. " They are gathering forces."

How odd. Seto thought to himself. Sparta was a country north of Egypt, or rather a city state, part of Greece. It was a strict military country. When they reach the age of seven, boys are sent to barracks to have military training, and lived there for nearly forty years or more. They had strict discipline, and forbid thinking at all. Why be afraid of them? Seto wondered silently. They're just a bunch of strong rocks that tumble down. Give them water and they'll turn to dust, and become engulfed in a stream. The Spartans are naturally a bunch of idiots. What kind of politicians are these?

" Well, High Priest," One of the lower priests began almost sneeringly, " Do you have any suggestions?"

Seto stood up slowly, his eyes steady.
" The Spartans are no threat, I assure you." He began very calmly. " It is true that their forces are strong, but if I am correct, they are not particularly good at cracking puzzles and making tricks. Their way of battle is strictly direct combat. Egypt has smarter generals."

He immediately outlined everything needed.

" The Spartans would undoubtedly come here to Egypt to overthrow the Pharaoh." He explained. " So I would ask of Your Majesty to come on the journey. To enter Egypt, they would have to pass through a mountain pass near the Silver Plains, and enter the plains. The pass splits in many directions, so I need the one going east to be blocked by boulders, the one leading to the Nile to be blocked by cutting down the trees, the two leading southwest and southeast to be blocked by boulders, and the one leading to the lower Nile to also be blocked by boulders."

" And then?" Another priest began, understanding that the High Priest, although young, is no fool. " Since we still have the nomads to deal with."
" I have a message from General Salimat." A soldier ran in. " The nomads have surrendered."

There were gasps. So fast! Seto didn't speak.

" The nomads have been taken care of." Belumfel quieted everyone down. " But we still have the Spartans to deal with. Go on."
" Along the pass," Seto looked over at one of the generals, " You will take five thousand soldiers and hide along a side of the pass two hundred meters away from the plains. Do not attack until the drums start, and set fire the army and then attack."
" And why?" Asked the general.

Seto blinked. Are they that stupid? " Never mind that. Just do as I say."

" The second general will take sixty thousand soldiers and go to Sparta, taking fifty ships. Once you reach there, attack Sparta as you plan, and take Jounak with you for strategies. Pharaoh, you will take six thousand soldiers and wait in line in the Silver Plains, and await the arrival of the Spartans. Once you see them and they spread out in line, begin the drums, and attack."

" Nonsense!" Cried a priest. " You are trying to murder the-"
" Silence!" Belumfel stood up. He alone, out of all the fools in the court, had realized Seto's strategy. " It shall be done as so."

The Spartans, in their red cloaks, came marching in through the mountain pass, having only one way to go, and since they really have no brains in the first place, they didn't know they were marching right into peril. The Egyptians are not bad fighters.

The first general waited anxiously for the drums, but no drums sounded. He gritted his teeth at the stupidity of the High Priest and frustration at the fondness the Pharoah had of him. The red army marched on, their footsteps uniform, thump thump thump thump...

Suddenly, he saw at the back of the line, the grains and rice, meats and water that was going to be provided for the army. It was here that the army halted.

There was a brief moment of silence. Then the general heard it, a loud sounding of drums.

" Charge!" He gave command, and the soldiers immediately leaped out, setting fire to the grains and attacking the surprised army.

In the front, Belumfel gave command. The drums sounded, and suddenly a red glow came two hundred meters behind the front line of the Spartan troops. He waved his hand and the soldiers charged, attacking the front line. The Spartan general grew confused. Which side should he help? He cannot abandon the front lines, but the back lines, the grains, the meat and water, they're in danger. The Spartan army was in chaos. Seventy thousand soldiers, tough as they should have been, were killed in a single day.

At night, as the Pharaoh returned from his short journey, prisoners at hand and the Spartans defeated, the King of Sparta killed, he suddenly stiffened on his horse and his face became pale.
" Seto." He whispered, and urged his army forward. He knew something was going on back in Thebes.

Seto threw the magic back at the old priest. The priest dodged.
Mother, help me! He cried out in his mind, his little heart beating fast. How can humans be so cruel?

He dodged another blow of magic and summoned water, pouring over. The priests cried out and dodged, but the wall was splashed wet and began to crumble. Seto felt something hit him, but it didn't do any damage.

" Holy Ra! Kid's immortal!" Cried a priestess. Seto shot two golden arrows. Suddenly, the Pharaoh burst in, his eyes flaring and the Sennen Eye glowing brightly.

" Mind Crush!" He shouted, blindly angry. How dare the priests turn against one another in the palace! But he suddenly felt horror. The child! The spell was also casted on the child!"

The priests screamed, hollow screams of agony, and their bodies disintegrated. He stared at the child, who shrieked, and blinked as a golden circlet, with a sapphire stone, appeared, and a faint image of a blue dragon flashed before his eyes. The boy stumbled a little, but to his amazement the child was alive.

Suddenly realizing his secret was known, Seto leaped through the ceiling, and landed on the top floor. He crashed over the balconey, cold terror gripping him, tears blurring his vision. Quickly he ran over the city, and out into the sands, but something struck him. Something painful, so painful, struck at his side, and he collapsed, suddenly paralyzed, terrified and immobile.

Mother! He shouted in his mind. I can't stay here any longer! Please let me go home! Father! Sharak!

But no answer came. Silence, night, a cold wind blew and covered him like a shroud. Sands flew into his wound, where the mysterious thing had struck him. His blood poured out and sank below the sands, and he shivered slightly.

After a long long time, he lay there, a faint sound of hooves galloped across the sands. It slowly came nearer, until it was right beside him. A shadow leaped down and gathered him up, pressing him close.

" No one has ever been able to survive that!" Said a voice, far far away.
" No one survived the Mind Crush either. The child is a god." Said the Pharaoh's voice, " And a young, terrified, and rather smart one. Obviously there are no such things as Ra or Osiris. No one's watching over us, if the boy didn't have any clue what he got himself into when he became High Priest. But what brings him here, I wonder."

Seto slowly opened his eyes. He stared right into red ones.

Belumfel looked into the child's blue eyes and sighed at the terror he saw in them, as well as the agony.
" We need to get him back. It's amazing he ran this far in such a short time, but he's a god, after all."
" How are we sir?" Asked a voice. " We have no horse."
" He'll ride with me." Belumfel's voice was filled with contempt. He lifted Seto gently, who hissed in pain and trembled.
" Relax, little one." Belumfel whispered. " You're more wounded than you think. But you will not be harmed, I assure you."

After setting Seto upright on his horse, and letting the boy lean to him, Belumfel rubbed his temples. It had been quite a week, he mused, ever since the boy came. First the boy got rid of the nomads and the Spartans, and then pitted all the priests against the child. Then he revealed a secret he undoubtedly should have kept. Belumfel sighed and shook his head. No time for headaches now. He rubbed the boy's head and felt his forehead. Hot. Too hot. Seto moaned and Belumfel whispered soothingly into his ear, coaxing him to a sleep, of which the boy did. The pharaoh sighed again. If the healer can heal the little god, all should be better, hopefully, and perhaps he should teach the little one that mortals have this thing called jealousy...