The Past


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(A/N):I beg of you to realize that I am not trying to take anything away from Yu-Gi-Oh, or it's creators as I do not own it. (see disclaimer above) I am only writing my version. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. For those of you who do, here's whats up.

Isis: Yay! starts clapping excitedly

cook: Get back to work! -

Isis: mutters under breath the 10 plagues and wishes them all on him -

cq: sniggers

Ankh (warning tone): Isis, cq

Isis and cq: - Oops, busted!


Chapter Summary

A girl named Isis has been horribly mistreated by her master, one of the high ranking chefs in Egypt. Upon the discovery of her badly beaten body, Ankhare, the young physician in Pharaoh's court, takes her to his chambers and cares for her. Could it be love at first sight? R&R!

Isis hurried around quickly, trying to do her chores before the cook returned.

Sometimes she hated it, working here in the palace as a servant girl while her mother was outside of the gate, suffering from old age and who-knows-what with no one to care for her.

Isis desperately wished and prayed to Jehovah that she would somehow be able to escape out of the gate, just once, to see and care for her mother, just for a little while. But she couldn't.

She had to hurry and boil the onions for the stew before the cook returned.

Carrying the pot of water was hard, especially since it was so big, and heavy.

She knew she should call Moshe and have him help her, but she wanted to prove that she could do this on her own.

Finally she placed the cauldron on the slim pole and went to fetch her flint. Rubbing the stones together near the wood, it made a spark.

She blew and fanned it until someone came up behind her. "I thought I told you to have those onions done, you worthless sand rat!"

Isis came up, but hit her head on the cauldron. Ow! she thought rubbing her head.

"Stupid girl" the cook growled, reaching for his whip. "You should have done what you were told, wretch, now the Pharaoh has no food… so you must be punished!"

Isis screamed as the whip lashed her again and again. As she slipped into unconsciousness, her hand accidentally touched the flames, but it didn't matter.

Darkness was consuming her, and though she tried with all her might she couldn't escape from it's depth…

Ankhare sighed, finishing up the last patient for the day, contagious with fever.

Every time Ankh was with a patient he always prayed that Jehovah would give him the strength and wisdom to care for the sick.

Oh how I look towards the day when Egypt will know you once again Lord, please give us a sign that you are with us. Ankh prayed, as he walked down to the kitchens to wash his hands.

The sight he saw completely discouraged that.

There was, on the floor, a man, or woman, at the moment, Ankhare couldn't tell, sprawled out on the floor, on their stomach.

Blood was everywhere. Ankh hurried quickly to the persons side, ignoring the bile forming in his throat, threatening to come up, checking the person for a pulse. Faint.

Father! he cried, tears welling in his eyes. Gently, he turned the person over, realizing that it was a young woman.

Tears were flowing freely now from Ankh's face. He needed to get her out of here, now!

Carefully he picked her up, carrying her out of the kitchen and upstairs to his chamber.

Gently he lay her on the cot, smoothing out her hair. Who did this to you? he thought, his heart aching.

There was a knock on the door. "Ankhare?" Ankh turned to see Lord Shada at the doorway.

"Yes?" Ankh said hoarsely. "Your presence is needed in the… Osiris!" the man exclaimed.

Ankh winced at the use of the name of the 'ancient god'

"Who is that?" Shada demanded. "I am not sure." Ankh answered sadly. "I found her in the kitchens"

Sadly Shada shook his head. "This is not good, perhaps…?" Ankh shook his head refusing the idea of using the so-called-magic of the Millennium Items.

"No, I will do all I can for her… she will need much rest… but first, do you mind sending a maid to fetch some things for me?"

Shada nodded, and Ankh handed him some papyrus.

Walking out the door, Shada went to find a servant girl.

Isis slowly opened her eyes to reveal herself lying on a cot, and a handsome young man with emerald green eyes and shoulder black hair sitting at the edge of it, smiling at her.

"Thank Jehovah! You're awake." Isis looked at him confused for a moment.

"You are a believer in Jehovah?" she asked. The youth nodded and smiled again.

"Forgive me, my dear, my name is Ankh… I am the physician in Pharaoh's court."

Isis raised an eyebrow. "You are? How did I get here, and what ha--augh!" she held her head with her burned hand that had been carefully wound up in strips of linen.

Ankh leaned over quickly. "Easy now, easy… try to rest, miss you've been injured quite badly. Um… forgive me, I don't know your name"

Isis smiled a small painful smile. "Isis…my name is Isis" the physician nodded, smiling a little.

"Well, Isis… it seems that you have received some harsh treatment, yes?" Isis closed her eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek, nodding her head.

Ankhare pursed his lips and frowned.

Slave girl or not, he couldn't and wouldn't stand for a young girl like Isis to continue to be hurt and taken advantage of, just because she was a woman.

As he looked at her, he judged her to be about 16 or 17, a small frame, a thin face with high cheek bones, long black hair cascading down her back, all surrounding the most beautiful dark blue eyes he'd ever seen.

Thinking this way caused the healer to be thrown off guard.

Isis noticed his startled expression and blushed, smiling softly. "Are you alright?" she asked. Ankh nodded. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name" she said.

"Ankhare," he stammered, blood rushing to his cheeks.

"M-my name is Ankhare, but some people call me Ankh" he said quietly, his own name sounding foreign to him.

Isis smiled and tried not to giggle. "A pleasure to meet you Ankhare" she said softly.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Come in" Ankh called.

Two men poked their heads around the door. "Mahado, Karim, please come in" the physician smiled kindly at his friends.

They nodded and entered the room. Shada entered behind them.

"So, this is the girl that was sprawled out near death in the kitchens" Shada commented, his eyes glinting wolfishly at Isis, a smirk gracing his lips.

Isis blushed. Ankhare shot the Key holder a venomous look. Mahado and Karim also glared at him.

"Well you certainly have a talent for seeing the worst of things in a situation." Mahado commented.

My thoughts exactly Ankh growled under his breath. Isis gasped.

Ankh looked startled and realized she was still in a state of fear and trauma.

Ankh turned. "Gentlemen, perhaps we adjourn outside, my patient still needs her rest."

The three men nodded, though Shada was scowling slightly.

He wanted to know more about this girl, she was so undeniably beautiful; he scowled at the idea of her being taken away so soon, even if he had just met her.

Ankh, however, paid no attention to Pharaoh's closest advisor and his thoughts, but instead looked at Isis as did she, him.

Their eyes met and locked. Ankh smiled gently, going over to the side of the bed.

"Here now, my dear, perhaps lying down will help you sleep."

Isis nodded, heat rising to her cheeks as she placed her arms around his neck. Ankh placed her head gently on the pillows.

"There now, all better, sleep now, Isis" She smiled sleepily.

The antidote that Ankh had given her earlier was starting to take its toll on her. Soon she fell in to a long dreamless sleep.

All four of them stepped out into the hallway, Mahado pulling Ankhare aside.

"What is it, my friend?" Ankh asked. Mahado tried not to laugh.

"Usually I'd picture you as the matchmaker, but I can see it's the other way around."

Ankh blushed. "And that's supposed to mean what, pray tell?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest.

Mahado grinned. "You like that young lady, don't you Ankhare?"

Ankh blushed furiously. "I-I..."

Karim walked over to them smiling as well. "Don't try to deny it, because I'll know" he grinned, holding up the Millennium Scales.

"I won't say that I don't admire her, because I do, but really, gentlemen, I just met the girl!" the two advisors looked at each other and grinned evilly.

They turned back to Ankhare. "Have you ever heard of the phrase 'love at first sight?" Karim asked.

Ankh bowed his head and nodded. "But really, what does that have to do with me?"

Before Mahado had a chance to answer however, someone was calling his name.

"Master Mahado! Where are you?" Mahado rolled his eyes, and sighed.

"I have to go" he muttered. Ankh breathed a sigh of relief.

He suddenly turned. Shada was gone! Quickly he walked back to his bedroom.

There knelt Shada over Isis' sleeping form.

Suddenly something took over Ankh, anger, perhaps jealousy?

Suddenly he wanted to scream and yell at Shada to get away from Isis, he wanted to take the girl into his arms and hold her and tell her everything was going to be alright.

Slowly he walked into the room, clearing his throat. Shada looked up and frowned.

"She is very beautiful," he whispered, stroking the long black silky strands of her hair.

"I wonder how a creature like this came into this world... and into your possession!" Shada glared at Ankhare, his voice filled with venom and his eyes filled with hate.

"Lord, Jehovah protect us, surround us with your angels, O Lord, and let all evil leave from this place" Ankh stated in prayer.

Suddenly he had a feeling of peace surrounding him, and as he looked at Shada, he noticed that the man's eyes had turned from red, to it's normal sea green.

"Wh-what am I doing here?" the man asked, bewildered.

Ankh realized that something had tried to come over Shada, and had nearly succeeded in harming Isis.

"Thank you, Father" Ankh whispered. Shada turned to him, cocking his head.

"What did you say?" he asked. Ankh raised an eyebrow.

It was obvious that Shada had no clue on who Ankhare was praying to.

"I was praying to Jehovah" he answered. Shada looked confused. "The Most High God, Creator of the Heavens and Earth" Ankh answered.

Noticing that the man was still not comprehending, Ankh nodded to himself.

"Come with me, quietly." Ankh put a finger to his lips, pointing to Isis. Shada nodded, then cocked his head. following the physician out the door.

Ankh told Shada all about his and Isis' beliefs, as they headed to the throne room, where Pharaoh Hakizimana had summoned Ankhare earlier.

Mahado (in a sing-song voice): Ankh likes Isis!

Ankh (blushing):NO I DON'T!!!

Mahado: Then why are you blushing?

Karim: sniggers I'd love to hear this!

Ankh blushing furiously: I don't! I told you I just met her!

Mahado and Karim: Riiiiight

cq: cracks up

Ankh: cq! Why are you laughing! I thought you were on my side!

cq: I'm not on anybody's side. I'm just the author

Shada: cracks up All of you are crazy!

Ankh (muttering): so sayeth he that was nearly possessed


Ankh (for the sake of Isis, and his sanity):nothing, on to the next chapter!