Thousands of years ago when the pyramids were still young, there existed a time of peace and order in the world. A great and powerful Pharaoh had locked the dark powers of the Shadow realm into seven Millennium items freeing the planet from ages of darkness. During this time of peace, homes were rebuilt and families grew and kingdoms grew from years of war, hate, and loss. As well the Pharaoh and his Queen were now happily waiting for the birth of their first child. However, Atem, the pharaoh, was growing very worried. "My Pharaoh, what seems to be the problem?" Amsu asked Atem. Atem immediately looked over at his advisor and best friend since childhood, Amsu. Amsu was wearing a shendyt and had the Millennium Eye in one of his eyes. He was the head of security for the royal family which included Atem. "Nothing, it's just I'm a little afraid of being a father." Amsu stood up with that and said "I know, I remember when my son was born, I was a nervous wreck. Not as bad as you are, but still." He smirked at Atem.

Atem gave him a look that said 'You couldn't resist could you?' Amsu then chuckled "Are you sure that's all that's on your mind?" Atem sighed; he knew he couldn't hide anything from his friend. "I'm just a little scared. I have no idea how to be a father." With that, Atem sat down, messing up his pharaoh clothes that were only worn by the pharaoh and taking his millennium puzzle off but he didn't care. It was just him and Amsu in the hallway anyway. "Of course, you don't. No one does, at least not the first time." Amsu said. "Besides knowing you, I'll bet he'll be just like you." Atem looked at Amsu and sighed "You are such a thorn in my side." Amsu was about to say something when "My Pharaoh!" A nurse entered the hallway suddenly. "Yes," Atem said standing up. "Do you want to see your son?" She asked. Atem and Amsu followed her into the Queen's room and found her with a small boy in her arms. "Dalila," Atem said. "Hi, Atem, well do you want to see him?" She asked him. Atem walked over and looked at his son.

He was a heath looking baby and was sleeping peacefully in his mother's arms. However, there something weird about him, "Dalila, how is this possible?" Atem asked playing with his son's white hair. The son's hair was white not like that on an old man's head, but the color of freshly fallen snow on the ground. It made him look mysterious. Amsu looked at the son and gasped. "He is the chosen one!" Dalila and Atem looked at him and then their son. "Are you certain?" Atem asked. "My Pharaoh, the prophecy states of someone being born with white hair and leading our people into times of greatness far beyond anything we have ever had and to my knowledge there hasn't been a child born with white hair in our kingdom." Both Atem and Dalila looked at their son and smiled. "My son, my little…Mmm," Atem said. "What's the matter?" Dalila asked. "What should we name him?" He asked. Amsu and everyone else face-faulted at that "How about Darius" Dalila asked. Atem smiled and then continued where he had left off "My son, my little Darius."