A/N: Hey everyone, It's been awhile since I've written fanfics, so be easy on me, plus I'm new to this website.

I recently got back into Yugioh and thought I would give my own little story about it.

So, enjoy~

Btw, I don't own Yugioh, I'm just a fan that respects it.

Chapter 1: The Flood

The water was cruel to the untrained three year old. The Nile's waters rushed into her lungs and no matter how much the child gasped for precious air more water would stifle her cries. The young girl's clothing strangled her legs, becoming water serpents dragging her down to the depths. The small boat above her head was slowly fading into a dot, a dot that warped into a plethora of speckled black spots.

'God… Please… Save me…' Her vision turned watery as the Nile claimed another victim.

"Oma! Satet has brought us The Induation!" Yasin called to his wife, who was preparing bread in the kitchen.

"Really? The months have come already?" A weary, older looking woman sighed as she gazed emotionlessly out of the hole of her mud brick prison. Oma was not all there even as she spoke back, her eyes lacked the luster it once had in her younger years and the minimal outside interaction didn't improve her mood. Yasin shook his head with a heavy sigh before replacing his frown with a grin. "Oma, why don't you come outside and enjoy Ra's presence?"

"No thank you… I'll be fine here…" Her dusty sounding voice responded as she brought her attention back to kneading the bread.

"Oma, you haven't stepped outside for years…" Yasin lifted his arm and grasped his wife's shoulder, his warmth seeped through her dress; her could feel her tense up.

"I have to tend to the Pharaoh's oxen. I will see you when Ra sets." Yasin gently stroked Oma's cheek before stepping out. After leaving the dead space, Oma's whole body shuddered and shake, she placed her doughy hands onto her flushed, tear-streaked face.

The pharaoh's oxen were in great health this season. Numerous calves were prancing around their mothers. The soft beat of their hooves as they padded the compacted dirt terrain; it was the best thing to relieve Yasin's worries.

"Good morning Yasin!" His partner, Hakim came herding a flock of sheep with a staff before standing beside him.

"Hakim, my friend, have the Gods been treating you well?" Yasin prodded a straying calf.

"Better, we are expecting our first born just as the flooding season ends." Hakim slung his staff over his shoulder, gazing up at the clear sky, his eyes filled with pride before realizing his mistake, "Oh Gods, forgive me, I-",

"Hush Hakim, all is forgiven. The Gods have decided her fate," Yasin breathed in slowly and held it for a few seconds longer, watching as the pharaoh's herd of horses fled past them. He felt their thundering hooves reverberate from the soles of his feet all the way up to the tip of his spine.

"The sky God have your head again, Yasin?" Hakim's voice brought him back from his blissful daydream, wiping his sweat soaked forehead, "My apologies, I was relaxing."

"No harm done, by the way, did you hear about the Pharaoh's son, Atem? Apparently, he started talking and running around!"

Yasin couldn't help but roll his eyes and smile at his hopeless gossip of a friend, "The young prince certainly sounds healthy. I'm sure he will grow to be a strong man."

"What is the flock doing?!" For the love of Ra!" Hakim jogged over to his sheep, which were spreading out amongst the reeds near the banks of the Nile.

"They're probably licking some salt off somewhere," Yasin began pushing the flock around and found a group of them licking a mound on the ground.

"Hey! Shoo! Move!" Yasin whacked a ram and frozen in shock at what the mound actually was. It was a very small girl, no older than three, passed out on the bank.

"By the Gods!" Yasin threw his staff aside, immediately rushed to the girl's side, and flipped her over. He could feel his heartbeat rise up through his sternum and into his throat; this child must have been a goddess. Even at such a young age, her soft tan face had a look of pure innocence and tranquility. Yasin found himself stroking the side of the girl's face, it was softer than the finest linen, and her blue sheen hair slipped between his finger like transparent silk.

"I got all the sheep Yas- Oh…" Hakim stumbled over his words as he noticed the soaking wet child. "What happened? Should I get help?"

"No, no, I've got her, maybe she was washed up by the flood…" He guessed, lifting his head up and glancing up and down the Nile to see if he could find a concerned parent or other guardian.

"She's not… Dead, is she…?" Hakim cautiously poked the child's nose and received a groan with a scrunched up face in response.

"Be careful, would you?" He snapped, slightly baring his teeth.

"Sorry!" Hakim hovered his hand over the child's mouth, feeling her shallow exhales brush his palm. "She still draws breath, the Gods haven't claimed her, yet."

"Hakim, take care of the herds. I'm going to take this little one home."

"You sure? Maybe her family is searching for her," Hakim called to Yasin, who was walking away with a new bundle in his arms.

"It think the Gods have sent us a blessing," Yasin whispered his reply, tightening his grip around the child, a genuine smile stretching across his face.

"It wasn't a dream Mahad. It was a vision from my Millennium Necklace! I must tell the pharaoh at once." Isis took long strides toward the throne room while the sorcerer Mahad continuously halted in front of her, only to be evaded each time.

"You've only had that necklace for a couple days and already you are getting visions? It can't happen that fast!" Mahad was trying to stop her progress by grabbing her arm. "You are thinking about it too much."

"I really wish that was the case, but I'm not, these items shouldn't be taken light, their messages are serious Mahad." Isis was close to panicking, she was the new holder of the Millennium Necklace for such a short time that she already had a vision of the future that was haunting her thoughts each day and night.

"Before you faint from overexertion, tell me what you saw." Mahad planted his feet firmly on the stone and crossed his arms.

With a heavy sigh, she spoke of her vision…

Mahad cocked his eyebrow, "Listen, I know how it must feel, but, since we are both new to holding our items, we shouldn't stress out so much. You should wait until the time is right to say something like that. Why should you start a panic now and worry the pharaoh?"

Isis paused for what felt like hours until she responded quietly, "Okay, but as soon as something serious happens, I'm telling." Mahad grinned at Isis before linking his arm with hers, "Deal, and if it makes you happy, tell me what this person looks like and I'll keep an eye out for them."

"You would do that for me?"

"If it'll ease your worries,"

Isis released the breath she was holding, thinking that maybe she was paranoid.

A/N: Thank you for reading all the way through, I know it is pretty short, but it is an intro.

Let me know if you liked it. :)