Summary: Anzu is an Egyptian princess who is kidnapped at a very young age. She loses her memory and becomes a very deadly assassin. But what happens when she meets up with Yami and slowly starts to regain her memory?

SC: Okay, another story that has popped into my head. It is set in Ancient Egypt. This is a Yami/Anzu (Tea) fic. So if you don't like it, leave now! I am going to be using the Japanese names for the characters (I don't know all the monsters ^^;;;). The only thing that might be a tad confusing is this: When a human is born, a duel monster appears out of the shadow real. The human is the chosen master for that monster (Ex: Yami is the Chosen Master of the Dark Magician.) The other thing is the monster grows as the human grows. So if the master is 2-yrs, then the monster looks 2-yrs. Monsters can talk to each other but the monster can only communicate with its chosen master. (Ex: the Dark Magician can only talk to Yami) ok, I think that is it. Sorry if this was long, but I didn't want to confuse my readers.

Myst... I hope you didn't confuse them this way. Anywayz, on with the fic!

"This is talking" 'This is thinking' /This is monster talking to master/ //this is master mentally talking to its monster//

The Egyptian Princess Chapter 1: How it all began

It was a warm night in the desert as the stars seemed to dance about the sky. A gentle breeze blew through the night giving some relief from the days pounding heat. Everything was peaceful and seemed to be in perfect order. But tonight was not any ordinary night. No, tonight was the seventh birthday of the Pharaoh's son, Prince Yami. The sound of celebration filled the night air as dancers and musicians made their way threw the streets. Yes, everything seemed to be perfect. But the celebration and happiness soon turned into fighting and horror. A group of assassins and thieves rode their way threw the streets and palace doors. The young prince argued with his father that he should be fighting along with the soldiers. Though the king resented his decision, he let the young prince go, hopping he would stay alive. When Yami got out side, he heard someone run up behind him. He spun around to be face to face with two girls. One was his sister, Myst, who had long, silky red hair with piercing green eyes and her skin color was a light tan. She wore a cream color cotton shirt with a matching color skirt. The other was Princess Manzuma, more commonly known as Anzu, who had chocolate brown hair and Ice Blue colored eyes. Her skin was also lightly tanned. Both were a year younger then Yami.

"What are you doing here? This is no place for girls like you two!" Yami yelled at the girls. Myst crossed her arms and looked her brother straight in the eye.

"I'm not going to let you have all the fun. Besides, Wingweaver doesn't want to watch everyone fight without her." Anzu kept her gaze on the oncoming group of assassins. Myst and Yami got ready and ordered their monsters to attack. Anzu instructed her Dark Magician Girl to go around and the back side and block off any retreating people.

"We have them trapped! We can win this!" Myst exclaimed as she jumped up into the air. It had been two hours into the battle and finally the other side was showing signs of weakness. Yami looked around and suddenly became worried.

"Where Anzu?" He asked frantically, afraid she had been taken. Myst stopped jumping and looked around. Then a sudden cry was heard. Yami told his Dark Magician to follow him and he raced towards the sound. He saw the Dark Magician Girl trying to fight off a large group of thieves while protecting her master. Anzu was lying on the ground unconscious. Myst tried to run towards her best friend but was stopped by two Koumori Dragons. She would have been able to beat one of them, but her Wingweaver was getting tired really fast.

"Get the girl and finish off her monster! We won't need it! Let's do this and get out of here!" One of the leaders instructed. The Dark Magician tried to stop them, but there were just too many things to fight off. She was caught between two monsters and couldn't reach her master. A Thief reached down off his horse and grabbed the defenseless princess. Everyone then started to retreat. The Dark Magician Girl fell to her knees in defeat. She didn't have enough energy to get back her master and friend. Silent tears ran down her cheek as she watched group of disappear into the night.

TEN YEARS LATER

"Why don't you still understand that we always celebrate Yami's birthday the day before the actual day?!" Myst yelled to the advisor. For the last ten years everyone celebrated the young prince's birthday before as so not to bring up the memory of his lost friend.

"I'm sorry my princess, but you must understand; it is very had to arrange things when half of the celebration people are in another part of Egypt. It is very hard to get them here in time." The advisor made up, yet again, an excuse on why they were still not ready for the celebrations. Myst rubbed her temples and pointed towards the door.

"Just get out before I lose my temper." She said coldly.

"But Princess-" He began.

"OUT! NOW!" Myst practically screamed. The advisor bowed and quickly exited the room. Myst flopped on her bed and stared at the ceiling. /Did they forget again?/ Myst didn't even look at Wingweaver. "Yeah, and their excuses keep getting lamer and lamer." Wingweaver smirked, she knew her master's patience was very limited, and when her brother's birthday was coming up, you had to be extra careful. Myst rolled over on her stomach and looked at Wingweaver, "By the way, have you seen Dark Magician Girl? I wanted to make sure she doing alright." Wingweaver shook her head. Myst sighed, life was very complicated.

Else were in the palace, a young man looked out one of the gigantic windows. His hair was ruffled by a gentle breeze blowing by. His purplish- red eyes searched for something or some one in the city below. He sighed inwardly; it had been ten long years since one of his best friends went missing. Though he had never told anyone, he had had a small crush on this girl. But she been a Princess of northern Egypt, and he was a prince of the south. The two countries had joined together, not to long ago, when northern Egypt had lost its ruler to a disease. He continued to stare out at the city while deep in thought.

Unknown to either of the royalties, a mysterious figure had appeared in the city. She wore a clock to shadow her face from on lookers. Her mysterious figure was not the only strange thing about her; she also had no monster at her side. She stopped at the gates of the royal palace and looked up. It towered over all the other building like a giant skyscraper. A small smile curled on the lips of this cloaked woman as she studied the home of her next victim.

SC: Ok, I know nothing, I repeat, NOTHING about ancient Egypt! I know there was no northern or southern Egypt but it's my story and I'll write what I want to, got it? Anyway, flame or don't, I don't care. But please review!

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