AN: Okay, so this next story is something that hit me when I was watching a MV. (Don't ask…it was really random at the time.) I'm hoping it'll turn out well…Again, it's an AU fiction.
Characters:
-Ryou: Prince of Egypt, age 8
-Nyq: Crown Prince of Egypt, age 16
-Marik: Captain of the Guard, age 18
More will be added as the story progresses. Please read on, and enjoy.
Prologue
A small child stood watching, hidden from view by an entrance pillar and cradled his limp, bleeding arm. His eyes, filled with despair, took in the scene in front of him. Screams tore the air apart, the clash of metal rang mercilessly, and strewn about were bodies…kicked and stepped on during the fight. Anyone living cared not for the departed. The once beautiful garden now had blood everywhere.
He fell to his knees as his eyes fell over the recognizable corpse before him. A few arrows had pierced his chest, ending his life wickedly slow for none had hit vital organs. With shaking hands, the boy touched the body, faintly calling a name. There was no answer. His hands grabbed the clothing of the fallen as his shoulders hunched.
Soft crying would have been heard had the fighting stopped. Yet no one took heed. With a scream, he cursed the heavens. Behind him, a shadow loomed, a sword glinting in the air.
-Prophecy of the 21st Storytelling Augar, titled 'The Fall of Egypt'
---Palace of the Pharaoh---
"You must learn to cope with your responsibilities!" an angry voice said.
Wide, round chocolate brown eyes peeked out from behind the heavy door, glancing down both directions of the hall. Across the hall was a lit room, and from there, a second voice was heard.
"I have too many! Give some to Ryou!" It was a high pitch for a male, but it was a male none-the-less. "He has so much time on his hands, father."
Ryou slipped out from his door and softly treaded toward the voices.
"Nyq…you are the Crown Prince of Egypt, not Ryou. Unless you wish for me to hand the position to your younger brother-"
"I never said I'll give it to him! It's just that he doesn't do anything. He sits and reads and writes. He doesn't even know how to properly mount a horse! Father, you could at least teach him accounting so he could be actually useful-"
Strong hands yanked him away from the conversation, and the child gasped in surprise. The Captain of the Guard, clad in full armor, glanced down at him and frowned. "You shouldn't be up so late, my prince."
Sheepishly, Ryou looked away and murmured, "I was curious. They were so loud that I couldn't sleep."
The young captain took the child's hand and led back to his room. "Pay no heed to your brother's ramblings, my prince. He is stressed from all of today's preparation activities for the festival tomorrow." He placed Ryou on the bed, bade goodnight with a bow, and turned to leave.
Ryou was quiet for a moment before he asked curiously, "How come I can't help?"
Halfway out the door, the Captain paused. "What would you like to help with, my prince?"
The prince opened his mouth, closed it, and frowned. This puzzled him…what did he want to help with?
"Sleep well, your royal highness. The festival is tomorrow. You will need rest."
Ryou rolled over to his side, pulling his thin coverlet up a little. He wasn't really looking forward to the festival. After all the complaining he heard from Nyq, it didn't seem like it was going to mount to anything actually good.
In the end, it turned out to lead to one good thing. One.
But well worth it.
AN: Does it sound interesting at all? Shall I continue? Please review!