DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or it's characters. I only own rights to the character of Saqqara.

The idea for this story has been in my head for a while, and I finally decided to write it all out.

The bright dawn of a new day drifted over the sleeping form of a young girl from the opening that was the balcony of her room. Still wrapped in her sheets as though cocooned, all that was visible were a few strands of ebony hair that lay gracefully across the pillow. As the sunlight bathed the ivory sheets, it seemed to tug at the sleeping form in an effort to wake her for a new day. The cover even stirred, seemingly of it's own accord. A tired groan sounded from under the white fabric as it was pushed back and off, and the girl rose to stretch her arms over her head. She let out a small yawn, shaking her head a bit to rid her mind of sleep, before she winced at the fiery orb that shown upon her well tanned form. She glared at it, a small scowl taking over her features. "You win again." she stated, a hint of irritation in her voice. Still, it was soft, and cooed like a dove as the sun itself seemed to brighten in it's triumph. At this, a smile now adorned her face and she slid out of her bed to prepare for the day ahead.

Saqqara stood close to five foot, three inches, as her white, silk dressing gown flowed down her body. Her straight raven locks cascaded down her back, much like a waterfall, before the ends came to rest at the small of her back. She walked around her bed, then stepped out on to her balcony, where she leaned on it's wall and looked out over her desert home. She continued to smile in a loving manner toward the blazing orb in the East. "Good morning, My Lord Ra." she whispered across the winds to the Lord of the Gods. To anyone paying attention at that moment, they would see the sun bow in respect and acknowledgement at her greeting. She sighed before turning back to her room, and going to her dressing area. "Time for a new day."

Less than an hour later, she exited her room, shutting the large wooden doors behind her. She now a flowing ivory gown, the skirt just above her ankles, the top long sleeved, though off her shoulders. A golden chain glinted about her neck, it's Ankh shaped golden pendant lying over her heart. Her hair was now held in place by a golden head band, a blue-green scarab beetle in it's center in the middle of her forehead. A couple golden bracelets adorned her wrists, and simple sandals upon her feet. Her teal eyes shown brightly with the traditional black eye liner now applied. She turned down the hallway, making her morning trek.

As she glided down the glimmering halls, a servant or two passed her, bowing their heads in respect. She bowed her head back to them in acknowledgement as she continued on her way. She came into the sunlight fully as she stepped out into the garden, and stopped only a few paces from a brilliant temple. She smiled affectionately at the structure, but before she could take a single step into it's shade, she was beckoned from behind.

"Saqqara!" came the deep, loving male voice from behind her. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened slightly as she turned to face the man she called father. She smiled toward him, and walked quickly to his outstretched arms. "Father!" she cooed into his hug before pulling back to look up to his warm face. "But how can this be? I thought you were still in Thebes, Father?" she asked curiously. Indeed, her father had gone to the City of the Pharaoh to discuss an important matter at the Pharaoh's personal request. He had not been due back for another week, though she had not been made aware of the matter which was to be discussed. He smiled to his daughter, and gripped her shoulders as he looked into her eyes. "Daughter, Pharaoh has bestowed upon us a great honor. I have returned early, for he wishes to meet the priestess daughter of whom I spoke so highly." Saqqara raised an eyebrow at her father's obvious excitement. What did she have to do with the matter they had spoken on? She was the High Priestess of Karnack, what could the Pharaoh want with her? Had he not his own priests and priestesses in the palace?

"Why is my presence needed, Father?" she asked, slightly concerned. The current Pharaoh was very young, and had only recently been seated up on the thrown. The previous Pharaoh, the father of the current, had been killed not but a few seasons ago. She knew nothing else of this young King of Egypt. Her father seemed taken aback by her question, however. He did not understand why she had not jumped for joy at his news. "But of course he wishes to meet the Priestess of Anubis! The young girl who gains such high acknowledgement from the Gods themselves!" he assured her, but she could tell he was hiding something. Her eyebrow lowered, though her eyes sized up her father, searching for the real reason behind this meeting.

"Very well" she sighed finally. "I shall pack for the journey after my morning prayers." she finished, bowing her head before turning into the elaborate temple. As her father watched her walk into the temple she'd called home all her life, his face fell, and slight sorrow took his features. "Forgive me, daughter." he spoke quietly. "But what I do is what is best for you. I know it is." With that final thought aloud, he went into their home to gather her things.

As Saqqara walked toward the Hall of Anubis within the Temple Karnack, a feeling of foreboding came upon her. Something else was attached to this journey, this meeting of the Pharaoh. All thoughts left her, however, as she smiled into the hall of her treasured Anubis. This was her place within the temple, and so no other soul was allowed with it. She continued to smile as she walked down the hall's length, up to the ebony statue of the jackal-headed God of Passing. She knelt before it, going down to her knees and bowing her head. It was now that the meeting renewed it's presence in her mind and her eyes narrowed in deep thought. "My Lord, Anubis," she began her prayer. "Something strange is at work here, and I know not why I fear this meeting with the Pharaoh. I don't suppose I should be afraid of it, but something warns me against it." She looked up into the face of the statue and continued. "I wish to know why I feel this way, My Lord. Should I be so wary of this Boy King? Does he represent some evil that I must evade? Or do I simply think to much of my own thoughts." The last sentence had a small chuckle to it as she looked down again before holding her head high, staring the Anubis likeness in the eyes. "I ask you answer my prayers to you, My Lord. Guide me through this new test that has been presented for me. Show me the path that I must take to attain my destiny."

With that, she bowed her body entirely, resting her forehead and palms upon the stone floor in front of her. She sat there as mere moments passed by as hours, waiting for the God's answer to her pleas. The torch light on the walls flickered as a cool breeze passed through the length of the hall. She heard the whispered gathering of the wind in front of her and the hiss of sand. No sooner had she gazed up from the floor, than the God, himself, stood before her, smiling down upon the young priestess. She returned his smile, and as he knelt slightly to her, extended his hand to her in order to help her up, she took it gratefully. He helped her to her feet, and with his free left hand, he put his palm to her right cheek. "Saqqara," he spoke in a soft, caring tone to the girl in front of him. "My dearest priestess. Tell me, what is it you fear?"

She bowed her head in respect to the God of Passing before addressing him quietly. "My Lord, Anubis. I am not sure what it is that I fear," she began, searching her mind and heart for understanding of why she felt such impending danger. "Perhaps it is, that I feel this meeting could lead me away from my path? Away from my true destiny and into a danger I would not have faced otherwise? But what that danger might be, I know not. I just…I feel uneasy about going to Thebes." Now that she had finished, her worries sounded more like a nervous rambling to her own ears. She inwardly scolded herself for calling out Anubis for what now seemed such a trivial bit of nonsense from a child.

The God chuckled as he read her thoughts. "My child," he got her attention. "There is no need to feel such a way about it. If it causes you to feel so uneasy, it is worth seeking my counsel." he assured her. She smiled up at the understanding being before her as he continued. "Nothing could stray you from your true path, my dear. Your path was decided long ago, far from even your birth. All that you shall see and do within the span of your life, was preordained by we Gods, long ago. Your father was called upon the by Pharaoh, he now beckons you to meet with him, this was all written within the book of your life many years ago. You go now, as a messenger to Pharaoh, and I know," he added with warm, caring smile, "you shall make us all proud in following your destiny." He embraced her in a soft hug, resting his chin atop her head. Many trials now lay before her, but he knew should not stray from her path. He knew, that she would make the correct decisions, whether she knew it herself or not.

Once she was released from the embrace, she smiled to Anubis. He always knew how to calm her fears, and was trusted by her above near all others, save perhaps Ra himself. She nodded to him, "Then I shall go to Thebes and meet with the King. I shall continue on my path as it is presented before me." she ended her vow with a bow of her head toward the God. He nodded back to her, back away from her, and whispered a final statement as his form wisped away upon the sands. "I know you shall, My child." She allowed the sand to pass through her as the wind carried it back to the desert. She then faced forward, nodded to herself, and exited the temple. She had much to joyous for, for she was meeting Pharaoh, and a rather excited smile graced her features as she hurried off to her room.

Okay! That's the end of chapter 1! If you want me to continue, then let me know in a review. I accept all praise, suggestions, ideas and constructive criticism. Note that I shall continue to write so long as I get at least one review that asks me to. Thank you!