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
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
"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
"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
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
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!