Glaring Dream Chapter 1
The sun hung high in the sky. Bestowing RA's wholesome light over Egypt. Bathing it, and cleansing it of all the evils from the night, but even still the evil of the Shadow Games could never be gone from Egypt, unless of course the Pharaoh, put an end to the Shadows games, but that did not seem likely, for it was the only thing that seemed to keep Pharaoh Yami happy and content for when he got mad. It was better he dueled to loose his anger, or else often he took it out on others, that often did not deserve such a cruel punishment.
Nobody ever dared to anger Yami, nor his High Priest Seth. All knew well what would happen if they attempted too annoy them. Rumor had it, Yami and his High Priest Seth we're lovers, but even so. The Pharaoh would need a wife, and a hair too the thrown. No female pleased Yami, he wanted her to accept both HIM and Seth for lovers, but all the women did not like it, and most only were out to get the title as Queen, or were in it for the money.
Seth stood alone in his chambers, where all his magical scrolls and potions lay, awaiting their Master to use them. Seth had been sensing dark powers out on the streets of Egypt lately, and also strong, but still weak light powers, and once those light powers had been used up, the holder of the innocent power, was unable to track.
Also it had been said, on the streets of Egypt, their was a young witch at play. A witch with dark evil magic. It could explain, the strong dark powers he felt, but always the one that used them covered up their tracks well. He had sent some of the palace guards out early to find this witch, and ordered them to bring the witch to the palace, but were not too harm them, unless they proved to be a threat.
A sigh came from his lips, as he watched the sun rise, shining it's holy light on the palace. He and his lover the Pharaoh had quite allot of fun last night. He was still slightly sore from his lover taking him, but it had been well worth it. A slight grin crept up on his face though, remembering how his koi had screamed his name, as he had came hard in his own hand, and enjoyed watching Yami lick the sweat tasting seed off his fingers.
Seth felt his pants tighten around the robes he wore, and sighed. He knew one thing was for sure, if he saw his koi, his bulge in his robes wouldn't be too easy too hide. Plus Yami always had means of dragging them off someplace to be alone. He was not surprised they hadn't used the kitchen yet for sex. Just the thought of that made him chuckle.
"Something amusing?" A low, but sexy voice asked from in the doorway.
He turned around and smiled at his lover. "Yes...Just a small thought of something, nothing more, then that my koi." Seth said, moving other to Yami and draw the other boy in for a kiss, a moan came from Yami's lips as he allowed his lover access to his mouth.
Seth growled in lust as he and Yami dueled it out with their tongues, in the end Yami had won and savagely he and Seth shared a long passionate kiss, but it soon came too an end, as they had too draw back for air. Both panting, for breath they had lost in the intense kiss.
Yami paused a moment, and ran a possive hand through his koi's hair. "So what were you thinking about?" He asked innocently.
Seth chuckled."I was wondering when you would find means of using the kitchen for a play field..." He said.
"I can always do that with you later if you like, but first things is first. Have you sent the men out too find this witch?" He asked, crimson eyes narrowing.
"Yes, I sent them out at the crack of dawn. The powers of this witch will be easy too detect early, but then they fade off, and are unable to trace." Stated the High Priest.
"Very well, I will look forward to seeing this witch, it may even amuse me too punish them, before I am to look at the next pack of rats." He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He wanted no wife, but he needed a hair to Egypt, and it appeared no female was the type he wanted, and one that could accept him and Seth's love as well.
Just as the two lovers were about to leave the room and head too the thrown room, a servant came rushing into the room and dropped onto their knees panting. "Pharaoh, your advisor Simon is ill! We are afraid no herbs, or medicines can heal him!"
Yami eyes went wide, and he went to rush out of the room, but was stopped by Seth. "I'll see what I can do, but I do not have the pure white magic to heal him. As far as I know the only two white healers that lived in this city are dead..." He placed a kiss on his lovers lips one last time and left the room, to see what he could do for Simon.
Yami sighed, and shook his head in dismay. Simon had not been feeling well for months, and Yami feared as much. He often did not care for Simon much, but it had been he, whom had taught him how to play the Shadow Games, best game. Duel Monsters. Dismissing the servent off, Yami took hold of the door to Seth's chamber, and shut the doors, heading for the thrown room to get the daily duties of his Kingdom underway.
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The streets of Egypt, were not packed, but still somewhat dead. A few tired souls were up and about, setting up their booths for the day too make money, so others could buy their products and goods. However unlike others who lived a normal life, one female didn't. She had no family, no friends, no money, nothing. Just herself. Ever since the age of four the young women of 18 had been without a family.
Irisa was her name. Long lovely auburn locks, which were filthy, from the neglect of not washing the hair. A long slender cat like body, but still had a decent fill too her, and build, making her perfect, and lovely violet eyes, which seemed to light up with the early morning sunlight. However it was plain too see by how she was dressed, she was nothing more then, a low comer, and one of the lowest possible. For the last 15 years of her life, she had been raised by a tomb robber, whom had taken her in, due too the small gift she posse, and because she did not deserve to be left alone, not after what she had seen, things a child should never see at such a young tender age of four.
Irisa was still very tired from last night. She had spent all day out, until she had drained all of her powers out of her, and headed for home, well, what she called home anyway's. She yawned, and rubbed her arms, and looked for the way she needed to go today. She often hated her powers, yes they were for good, but due too her parents not being around her powers were weak, and could heal to an extent, but it would make her tired as well.
Her friend the tomb robber had said she was a White Healer, one of the many few whom still existed, but often she wished she was gone from this world. Their was nothing left here for her. All she wanted was too have her mother and father back, alive and well, but they had been murdered right before her very eyes, while she was hidden away.
She balled her hands into a fist remembering the one whom had done it, Henshin. He had killed them. The Former Pharaohs Spell caster, but he had been put too death once the Pharaoh had gotten wind of this. Her parents had been simple, but kind people. They healed those who could not afford the expensive doctors and healers.
But even still, she could not dwell on thoughts of her past. It would only turn her mood fowl, and she did not need her mind clouded over as she healed people. Always by high noon, her power was spent, leaving her barely with any strength left, but enough too make it home.
One thing though about her gifts was. She COULD heal others, but never could she use the gifts too heal herself. Which she did sometimes hate, but she lived with it. Drawing a price parchment from her torn and tattered drags she wore, she looked at the directions of where she was too go, and followed them.
The walk last about another 10 minutes till she came across a rich home. She sighed, she never liked dealing with the rich people of Egypt. They always called her a witch, it was not like she was given a choice in the matter when she was born, the powers her parents had, we're both passed onto her.
With a faint sigh, she knocked on the door, and was greeted by one of the slaves that worked their, and was quickly showed into the sick room. The husband was in hysterics that he would lose his wife too some illness, and begged her to heal him. "Please, please, heal her. I don't want too lose both my wife and unborn child." The man pleaded.
Irisa nodded, "I shall but please sit down." She said making a gesture for him too sit on the empty chair, and without further words moved over too the women, whom was heavy with child, and sat beside her. She placed her hand over the women's face, feeling how far she was along with this illness, and knew well all ready she would use up most of her powers on this women to heal her, and the child.
The child had been infected with the disease, but could still be saved from death, even the wife. Moving a hand over the women's belly, and one on her forehead, she began to chant something in a low voice, her hands glowing a holy white color, as she did.
The husband was in shock, it was a witch, but if she did heal his wife, he still did intend too call the guards on her. He didn't need her casting no spell on him. For 10 minutes this went on till Irisa drew her hands back, and felt the room spin, and held her head, always hating this part of her powers.
"She is healed..." She said, standing, but felt so damn week.
The husband, looked too see his wife with her eyes open, and the normal color returning to her features, and was in awe, but didn't like the fact a witch had healed his wife, when all others had failed.
"I must go, do not let her move around much still, she should be able too leave the bed tomorrow." Irisa said, making for the door too leave, but felt a hand grab her roughly around the wrist. "No witch, from what I've heard their is a nice bounty out for you, and I am looking forward too seeing a witches Death." His words stung like that of an arrows right through her chest, and into her very soul.
Irisa's eyes went wide in fear, always if someone said they were going too turn her in, she had the strength too get away, but this mans wife and unborn child had drained nearly all of her powers, making her attempts on escaping futile, as she was dragged roughly into another room pushed into it, falling on her stomach and heard the door slam and lock behind her.
The man looked too his slave. "Go and fetch the royal guards, tell them I have the witch." He ordered.
The slave nodded, "Yes Master." With that the slave ran off quickly.
Irisa slowly sat up and sat their on the floor, shaking her head in dismay. Why was it, she always was able to be the nice, kind, decent one, and others always took advantage of her, and did things such as this too her. She did not understand, but didn't care, perhaps the Pharaoh could give her what it was she wanted, death.
The whisper that dissolves, but it never did fade away, but even the faint sounds of hearing your parents begging for their lives too be spared never did dissolve from your mind, but a whisper can dissolve into nothingness.
A few minutes passed, until the door to other room opened up with five royal palace guards, whom circled around Irisa. She sighed and did not brother too fight them and held up her hands willing as they placed the hard mental chains on them, they were going to put ones on her feet as well, but could see she would give them no problems and for that were glad, due too the simple fact the High Priest and Pharaoh did not want the witch harmed.
"Come witch, The High Priest and Pharaoh demand too see you, and know of what you have done these last few months too the people." The elder guard ordered.
"I am no witch, but I shall go non the less to enlighten you all, seeing as anything I say is worthless, and I shall be killed, but death would be too much a gift too me, but I shall stop my mouth from talking, lead the way." She said, her tone filled with bitterness, but also some mocking as well.
Soon Irisa found herself being lead down the streets of Egypt, and right for one place she never wished to be inside or close too, the palace...
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Well um, I hope you enjoy this, Also if someone wishes to help me write this out, by all means, drop me an e-mail or IM me online and we can role play it out and edit it, and finish the fic sooner. Jaja!
id=1278369
The sun hung high in the sky. Bestowing RA's wholesome light over Egypt. Bathing it, and cleansing it of all the evils from the night, but even still the evil of the Shadow Games could never be gone from Egypt, unless of course the Pharaoh, put an end to the Shadows games, but that did not seem likely, for it was the only thing that seemed to keep Pharaoh Yami happy and content for when he got mad. It was better he dueled to loose his anger, or else often he took it out on others, that often did not deserve such a cruel punishment.
Nobody ever dared to anger Yami, nor his High Priest Seth. All knew well what would happen if they attempted too annoy them. Rumor had it, Yami and his High Priest Seth we're lovers, but even so. The Pharaoh would need a wife, and a hair too the thrown. No female pleased Yami, he wanted her to accept both HIM and Seth for lovers, but all the women did not like it, and most only were out to get the title as Queen, or were in it for the money.
Seth stood alone in his chambers, where all his magical scrolls and potions lay, awaiting their Master to use them. Seth had been sensing dark powers out on the streets of Egypt lately, and also strong, but still weak light powers, and once those light powers had been used up, the holder of the innocent power, was unable to track.
Also it had been said, on the streets of Egypt, their was a young witch at play. A witch with dark evil magic. It could explain, the strong dark powers he felt, but always the one that used them covered up their tracks well. He had sent some of the palace guards out early to find this witch, and ordered them to bring the witch to the palace, but were not too harm them, unless they proved to be a threat.
A sigh came from his lips, as he watched the sun rise, shining it's holy light on the palace. He and his lover the Pharaoh had quite allot of fun last night. He was still slightly sore from his lover taking him, but it had been well worth it. A slight grin crept up on his face though, remembering how his koi had screamed his name, as he had came hard in his own hand, and enjoyed watching Yami lick the sweat tasting seed off his fingers.
Seth felt his pants tighten around the robes he wore, and sighed. He knew one thing was for sure, if he saw his koi, his bulge in his robes wouldn't be too easy too hide. Plus Yami always had means of dragging them off someplace to be alone. He was not surprised they hadn't used the kitchen yet for sex. Just the thought of that made him chuckle.
"Something amusing?" A low, but sexy voice asked from in the doorway.
He turned around and smiled at his lover. "Yes...Just a small thought of something, nothing more, then that my koi." Seth said, moving other to Yami and draw the other boy in for a kiss, a moan came from Yami's lips as he allowed his lover access to his mouth.
Seth growled in lust as he and Yami dueled it out with their tongues, in the end Yami had won and savagely he and Seth shared a long passionate kiss, but it soon came too an end, as they had too draw back for air. Both panting, for breath they had lost in the intense kiss.
Yami paused a moment, and ran a possive hand through his koi's hair. "So what were you thinking about?" He asked innocently.
Seth chuckled."I was wondering when you would find means of using the kitchen for a play field..." He said.
"I can always do that with you later if you like, but first things is first. Have you sent the men out too find this witch?" He asked, crimson eyes narrowing.
"Yes, I sent them out at the crack of dawn. The powers of this witch will be easy too detect early, but then they fade off, and are unable to trace." Stated the High Priest.
"Very well, I will look forward to seeing this witch, it may even amuse me too punish them, before I am to look at the next pack of rats." He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He wanted no wife, but he needed a hair to Egypt, and it appeared no female was the type he wanted, and one that could accept him and Seth's love as well.
Just as the two lovers were about to leave the room and head too the thrown room, a servant came rushing into the room and dropped onto their knees panting. "Pharaoh, your advisor Simon is ill! We are afraid no herbs, or medicines can heal him!"
Yami eyes went wide, and he went to rush out of the room, but was stopped by Seth. "I'll see what I can do, but I do not have the pure white magic to heal him. As far as I know the only two white healers that lived in this city are dead..." He placed a kiss on his lovers lips one last time and left the room, to see what he could do for Simon.
Yami sighed, and shook his head in dismay. Simon had not been feeling well for months, and Yami feared as much. He often did not care for Simon much, but it had been he, whom had taught him how to play the Shadow Games, best game. Duel Monsters. Dismissing the servent off, Yami took hold of the door to Seth's chamber, and shut the doors, heading for the thrown room to get the daily duties of his Kingdom underway.
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The streets of Egypt, were not packed, but still somewhat dead. A few tired souls were up and about, setting up their booths for the day too make money, so others could buy their products and goods. However unlike others who lived a normal life, one female didn't. She had no family, no friends, no money, nothing. Just herself. Ever since the age of four the young women of 18 had been without a family.
Irisa was her name. Long lovely auburn locks, which were filthy, from the neglect of not washing the hair. A long slender cat like body, but still had a decent fill too her, and build, making her perfect, and lovely violet eyes, which seemed to light up with the early morning sunlight. However it was plain too see by how she was dressed, she was nothing more then, a low comer, and one of the lowest possible. For the last 15 years of her life, she had been raised by a tomb robber, whom had taken her in, due too the small gift she posse, and because she did not deserve to be left alone, not after what she had seen, things a child should never see at such a young tender age of four.
Irisa was still very tired from last night. She had spent all day out, until she had drained all of her powers out of her, and headed for home, well, what she called home anyway's. She yawned, and rubbed her arms, and looked for the way she needed to go today. She often hated her powers, yes they were for good, but due too her parents not being around her powers were weak, and could heal to an extent, but it would make her tired as well.
Her friend the tomb robber had said she was a White Healer, one of the many few whom still existed, but often she wished she was gone from this world. Their was nothing left here for her. All she wanted was too have her mother and father back, alive and well, but they had been murdered right before her very eyes, while she was hidden away.
She balled her hands into a fist remembering the one whom had done it, Henshin. He had killed them. The Former Pharaohs Spell caster, but he had been put too death once the Pharaoh had gotten wind of this. Her parents had been simple, but kind people. They healed those who could not afford the expensive doctors and healers.
But even still, she could not dwell on thoughts of her past. It would only turn her mood fowl, and she did not need her mind clouded over as she healed people. Always by high noon, her power was spent, leaving her barely with any strength left, but enough too make it home.
One thing though about her gifts was. She COULD heal others, but never could she use the gifts too heal herself. Which she did sometimes hate, but she lived with it. Drawing a price parchment from her torn and tattered drags she wore, she looked at the directions of where she was too go, and followed them.
The walk last about another 10 minutes till she came across a rich home. She sighed, she never liked dealing with the rich people of Egypt. They always called her a witch, it was not like she was given a choice in the matter when she was born, the powers her parents had, we're both passed onto her.
With a faint sigh, she knocked on the door, and was greeted by one of the slaves that worked their, and was quickly showed into the sick room. The husband was in hysterics that he would lose his wife too some illness, and begged her to heal him. "Please, please, heal her. I don't want too lose both my wife and unborn child." The man pleaded.
Irisa nodded, "I shall but please sit down." She said making a gesture for him too sit on the empty chair, and without further words moved over too the women, whom was heavy with child, and sat beside her. She placed her hand over the women's face, feeling how far she was along with this illness, and knew well all ready she would use up most of her powers on this women to heal her, and the child.
The child had been infected with the disease, but could still be saved from death, even the wife. Moving a hand over the women's belly, and one on her forehead, she began to chant something in a low voice, her hands glowing a holy white color, as she did.
The husband was in shock, it was a witch, but if she did heal his wife, he still did intend too call the guards on her. He didn't need her casting no spell on him. For 10 minutes this went on till Irisa drew her hands back, and felt the room spin, and held her head, always hating this part of her powers.
"She is healed..." She said, standing, but felt so damn week.
The husband, looked too see his wife with her eyes open, and the normal color returning to her features, and was in awe, but didn't like the fact a witch had healed his wife, when all others had failed.
"I must go, do not let her move around much still, she should be able too leave the bed tomorrow." Irisa said, making for the door too leave, but felt a hand grab her roughly around the wrist. "No witch, from what I've heard their is a nice bounty out for you, and I am looking forward too seeing a witches Death." His words stung like that of an arrows right through her chest, and into her very soul.
Irisa's eyes went wide in fear, always if someone said they were going too turn her in, she had the strength too get away, but this mans wife and unborn child had drained nearly all of her powers, making her attempts on escaping futile, as she was dragged roughly into another room pushed into it, falling on her stomach and heard the door slam and lock behind her.
The man looked too his slave. "Go and fetch the royal guards, tell them I have the witch." He ordered.
The slave nodded, "Yes Master." With that the slave ran off quickly.
Irisa slowly sat up and sat their on the floor, shaking her head in dismay. Why was it, she always was able to be the nice, kind, decent one, and others always took advantage of her, and did things such as this too her. She did not understand, but didn't care, perhaps the Pharaoh could give her what it was she wanted, death.
The whisper that dissolves, but it never did fade away, but even the faint sounds of hearing your parents begging for their lives too be spared never did dissolve from your mind, but a whisper can dissolve into nothingness.
A few minutes passed, until the door to other room opened up with five royal palace guards, whom circled around Irisa. She sighed and did not brother too fight them and held up her hands willing as they placed the hard mental chains on them, they were going to put ones on her feet as well, but could see she would give them no problems and for that were glad, due too the simple fact the High Priest and Pharaoh did not want the witch harmed.
"Come witch, The High Priest and Pharaoh demand too see you, and know of what you have done these last few months too the people." The elder guard ordered.
"I am no witch, but I shall go non the less to enlighten you all, seeing as anything I say is worthless, and I shall be killed, but death would be too much a gift too me, but I shall stop my mouth from talking, lead the way." She said, her tone filled with bitterness, but also some mocking as well.
Soon Irisa found herself being lead down the streets of Egypt, and right for one place she never wished to be inside or close too, the palace...
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Well um, I hope you enjoy this, Also if someone wishes to help me write this out, by all means, drop me an e-mail or IM me online and we can role play it out and edit it, and finish the fic sooner. Jaja!
id=1278369