So hey ya'lls, I got bored and decided to make a spin off of Sorceress' of the niles white magicians love, which she owns by the way. It won't be the exact plot, but her OC Tenionia will be there. Please review and I own nothing! Thank you ^^

"She should have been here by now. It's rude to keep people waiting."

A tall man with brown hair and stormy dark blue eyes paced around the throne room, his fists clenched tight at his side. He continued on grumbling on, only in more foul words that caused the women in the room to glare at him. At the head of the room, sat a golden throne, and in it, was a very bored and fidgety pharoah. He looked at the pacing man with a deadpan expression.

"Seto, calm down," he said firmly. "It takes a while for people to travle."

Seto rolled his eyes, still looking at the entrance door. "I just find it rude, she hasn't even replied to our letters."

The door then creaked open with a loud sound and a guard stepped back to let the person through. A woman, scarcely around the age of seventeen walked in with her lips in a tight line. She folded her hands neatly against her purple dress and looked at Seto with dark purple eyes. "Seto," she began. "She probably hasn't had time to reply."

"She's a Grecian princess, everyone knows women there aren't allowed to do much," Seto grumbled. "So there is no excuse for her not to reply."

The pharoah sighed irritably. "Seto, we don't know why she has delayed in her answers. She may be ill."

"Or her ship was attacked," the violet eyed woman added. "Greece is not on a good terms with Persia at the moment."

"But whatever the reason," the pharoah continued. "I'm sure she'll be here by tomorrow."

The woman looked back up to him. "Atem," she said softly. "I still find it ironic that we have to depend on Greece's help to take down my father. Has it really come to this?"

Atem looked at her gravely. "I didn't want to ask for King Haemon's help, but against your father, Princess Tenionia, we must rely on them."

Tenionia narrowed her eyes. "Can we trust Haemon?"

"I don't know, but it is best to give the benefit of the doubt."

Seto snorted. "He killed an entire room of people just because they slandered his name. He turns on anyone who he thinks will betray him. I'm surprised he hasn't sided with your father, Princess," Seto sneered. "He's just as bad as Haemon."

Tenionia glared at him. "My father is getting old, it's my sister you need to watch out for," she paused, looking almost worried. "The darkness has twisted her mind, I cannot help her."

Atem shook his head. "It's not your fault, princess."

"I know."

Seto cleared his throat. "Enough with this idle chatter, I'm retiring to my quarters."

Tenionia turned to Atem with a gentle smile. "You should go to bed, my pharaoh. You look tired, and who knows what this princess may be like."

Atem stood up, placing a hand on Tenionia's shoulder in reassurance. "That's what I'm worried about."

"Princess Merope! Princess Merope! Oh, where could you have run off to?"

A small, twelve year old girl ran across the ship frantically, her dark blond hair coming out of her braids and her chiton becoming frayed. She raced onto the deck, sighing in relief when she found who she was looking for. She straightened her chiton and walked over to the balcony, where a girl was standing, her long dark brown hair swaying lightly in the breeze.

"Princess Merope," the twelve year old began. "We've almost reached Egypt's shores."

Merope turned to the girl with a gentle look. "Thank you, Kora," she said politely and turned back to watching the shore line come closer. The wind blew against her bare arms, and she smiled inspite of herself. She wrapped her himation tighter around her before turning away and heading back to her room, Kora following close behind her. She sat down at her couch, looking at her maid. "I want you to apply my make up."

Kora nodded and walked over to her, gently applying the cosmetics without saying a word. Merope looked at herself through her mirror, and sighed. In the past two months since she had been on the ship, she still looked the same. Her dark hair was now to her mid back, but other than that, she looked as simple as ever. Sighing, she leaned back.

"Kora," she began. "I have a decision to announce."

"And what would that be, my lady?"

Merope turned to her with a smile. "When we're in Egypt, I want to change my name. I want to be called Teana."

"B..But m'lady..."

Merope smiled gently. "It's all I ask," she said softly. "I have a feeling I will be staying here in Egypt for a long time; I want to become accustumed to the culuture, become closer to the people."

"But they're not your people," Kora put plainly. "Why should you care about them?"

Merope sighed. "They're human beings, we should care about one another," she looked out the window. "I learned from the best."

Kora leaned forward. "Are you speaking of Queen Antheia?"

Merope nodded. "She may have been a woman, and didn't have many rights, but she care about her people. She cared nothing about rank or society views."

Kora bit her lip and didn't say anything. Merope stood up, heading to the front of the ship where they were begining to stop. The people of Egypt stared at her, murmuring in Arabic. One little girl even dropped the ball she was playing with. Merope smiled at them and walked off the ship, flanked by guards with spears in their hands. Merope's smile fell, overhearing a woman.

"Do you see that girl, Kema? It's the daugter of that man."

The other woman stared at Merope. "Really? Oh, I See now. Our Pharaoh must be desperate if he's relying on those people. King Haemon is vile."

Merope bit her lip and walked with her guards, heading over to a man with kind dark eyes. He smiled, and bowed towards her, extending his palm. "Hello, Princess Merope," he began kindly. "It's an honor to finally meet you in person."

Merope gave a polite smile. "Likewise," she began. "I'm looking forward to my stay here."

Mahad helped her onto the chariot, Kora on the one behind her. "I just hope that you can help with the war against Teoria. Their King is a horrible man."

Merope nodded, holding onto the chariot as it raced on. "So I've heard, we've heard news of it in Greece."

The trip went on in silence. Merope looked on as she saw people milling around in the streets, watching her with curious eyes. The thing that caught her eye was a a table in the center of the town, speaking about some thief at large. She wondered who this thief was, but it wasn't surprising. There were thiefs everywhere in the world. It saddened her to know that some people did not want to follow the law.

"Announcing, Princess Merope, Princess of Greece, daughter of King Haemon and Queen Antheia, seventh daughter of seven daughters here on the behalf of Greece!"

Merope walked in wearing a white chiton with light blue tips trailing at the end. Her hair was held up in silver and gold pins, her head held high. Pharaoh Atem stood up, taking her hand and kissing it. "Princess Merope," he began kindly. "Thank you for making the journey to Greece."

She smiled and gave a small bow. "It's an honor to be here, Pharaoh Atem."

He gave an even wider grin. "Please, call me Atem."

"I will. As long as you call me Teana."

"Teana?"

She smiled. "Yes, I want to become close to the people, since I will probabbly be here for a long time."

Atem nodded. "If that is what you wish, then I will comply, Teana."

He took her by the hand and led her to the right side of his table. She was immediatly greeted by a woman with turquoise eyes and a kind smile. "Hello," the woman greeted kindly. "I'm Isis, the keeper of the millenium necklace."

Teana smiled, feeling very warmed by the woman's tone. "It's nice to meet you. Egypt is very different from Greece."

Isis nodded. "I've never been to Greece, but it sounds lovely."

"It has its...moments," her attention was caught by the sound of an angry man. "Who's that?" she asked Isis, indicating to a tall man at Atem's left. Isis looked at the man, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

"That is Priest Seto, the bearer of the millenium rod."

Teana noted the blush. "Is he courting you?"

Isis smiled. "No, he's not interested in a relationship at the moment," her eyes went downcast for a moment. "Not after what happened the last time."

Teana wanted to know more, but she knew better than to pry. After all, she would find out eventually. She turned to where Mahad was sitting, and he smiled at her in acknowledgement. The girl sitting beside him gave her a friendly wave. Isis smiled. "That's Mahad, as you already know, and his apprentice, Mana. He has the millenium ring."

Teana turned to where two old men were sitting. One of them was very short while the other was tall, with his left eye replaced with a golden one. Isis noticed her gaze. "That's Siamun, he was a former guardian of Atem's father. The other man is Akhenaden, the keeper of the millenium eyes."

Teana continued to look at them until Akhenaden turned and looked at her, his right eye glaring at her and she heard him utter the word. Her cheeks burned and she turned away, seeing a bald man standing nearby with a calm look. She recognized him as Shada, the keeper of the key and scale. She shook her head, knowing full well that she would never understand these millenium tokens.

Atem then stood up, hearing the double doors open and headed down the steps as a girl walked in the room. Teana looked at her, trying to see her more clearly. The girl was her own age and her hair was the darkest shade of black she had ever seen. Her dress was a midnight blue color that matched with her dark violet eyes. Atem smiled at her. "Princess Tenionia, you decided to come."

The girl, Tenionia, smiled. "Of course I was coming, you didin't think I would skip out?" She looked at Teana briefly. "And I wanted to see our Grecian guest."

Atem smiled and led her over to Teana. "Tenionia, this is Princess Merope, but while she is here, she wants to be called Teana."

Tenionia raised an eyebrow at the request, but did not say anything. She bowed, a smile on her face. "It's nice to meet you, Teana."

Atem turned to Teana. "Would you like to say anything, Teana?"

"Yes," Teana said with a graceful smile. She stood up, and the people went quiet. "People of Egypt, I'm honored to be under the care of your great leader and I hope that Greece makes the wise decision of helping Egypt in the war against Teoria," the people cheered and Teana waved a hand in silence. "I came here to also announce something, something the world is not even aware of yet."

The crowd went silent, and Teana gave a tense smile. "Seven days ago, I received a message from Greece announcing that my father, King Haemon, died suddenly after his dinner," the crowed went into an uproar, shouting and whispering to each other until Seto ordered them to be quiet. Teana gave another tense smile. "My twin brother, Prince Atlas, has now taken over as King."

The crowd was silent as Teana sat down. She felt Atem take her arm, Tenionia standing behind her in concern. "Teana," Atem began. "Is Atlas dangerous? I will not endanger my people."

Teana shook her head. "He shouldn't be, but," she trailed off. "He's ruthless and unpredictable."

Tenionia smiled bitterly. "Sounds like someone I know very well."

"Marik, Meiri, come here! What news have you discovered?"

A tall man around sixteen and a boy around eleven ran towards the man on a white horse. The man looked down at the other two with cold dark eyes. He jumped off his horse, his red coat flying behind him. He turned to the tall man. "Marik, what have you heard?"

Marik grinned and kicked some sand. "The king of Greece has died, and his only son has taken over."

The man grinned, his white hair glistening in the moonlight. "Really? Anything else?"

"The Princess has arrived, and get this, the new king is her twin brother," Meiri pipped in. "Her name is Merope, but she insists that everyone call her Teana, sir."

The man ruffled Meiri's hair and walked towards the edge of the sand doon. Marik walked next to him, his cape flapping in the wind. "What do you plan to do next, Bakura?"

Bakura grinned. "Let's pay them a visit tomorrow night."

Please review! Also, as many as you know, Teana is Anzu, but in this story, she is greek, so I changed her name to Merope, like the pleadies. This won't change her personality and she won't be referred to Merope very often. Just Teana.