Disclaimer: I do not own Seto or Pharaoh Atemu or any other characters that key into Yu-Gi-Oh!
Aoi Dragon: Wai! My first fic online! And part of the first paragraph may sound like something from Lord of the Rings. :sweatdrop: I hope you all like it. Please review.
Feb. 2006 – I have rewritten parts of this and condensed for easier reading. I shall also be adding some chapters to develop Seto's and Kisara's relationship during their schooling.
Ch. 1 – Initiation Ceremony
Sacrifice that which is precious... Yes, the thing most precious to you. Then I will help you win. I will give you the power if you kill your precious… Sacrifice you will win. Open yourself to everything you desire! Release your terrible power through that death! Hahahahaha!
"MOTHER!" Taria screamed as she sat up in bed, waking from her nightmare.
Taria's mother ran in, "Oh, Ra, did you have that dream again?" Taria was about to cry and her mother hugged her, "Shhh. Hush, my little one. It was just a dream. Shhh. I'm right here. You'll be alright."
"Mommy... Some one wants to hurt me….. He wants to sacrifice me... the man with blue eyes..." Taria sobbed.
"It was a dream my darling," Her mother said softly, petting her light brown hair, "It's alright now. Dreams cannot hurt you."
Taria sniffled, "Alright, mommy. I'll go to sleep now."
"That's a good girl," Her mother kissed Taria's forehead, "Good night. Let the gods watch over you and keep you safe."
Taria's mother left the room, and Taria lay down. She heard her father's voice from outside her room.
"She had that dream again?" He asked.
"Have the gods told you what it means?"
"A blue eyed man, and the sacrifice of our daughter... that's all I know..."
"If she was a priestess, she could get help from the high priests or even the Pharaoh. She doesn't need have that Ra-be-damned dream anymore."
"She's only eleven... Do you think they will accept her?"
"Kishrakt's son, Seto is going to be initiated into priesthood next season. If you remember, he saved her when our village burned to the ground one year ago. Maybe they could help us get permission to initiate Taria into priesthood as well that day." Taria's father suggested.
"How old is little Seto now?"
"He just turned twelve."
"Hmm..." Taria's mother thought out loud, "I trust Seto and his family. He would protect her through the training if anything went wrong... We will let Taria go."
"So it is decided. Next season, Taria will become an apprentice to a high priestess."
A year later, Taria's family readied themselves for their daughter's initiation ceremony. Taria's mother had made her a pure white dress for her to wear to the celebration.
The first task was to change the names of the priests and priestesses in training. The ceremony was to detach the new priest or priestess from their parents so they could become loyal subjects of the Pharaoh and the other gods.
Taria had never known Seto's real name for his family was of higher rank than hers, and he had already gone through the name changing ceremony as a toddler. His real father was a priest and Seto's mother wanted him to carry on his father's work.
Taria wondered what name the priests would give her. She stood next to her father and mother, waiting for her name to be called. The priests had to go through at least one hundred names before they got to her name.
They summoned her to stand before them. The high priestess, Nefertiti, walked forward holding dice-like stones with different hieroglyphs on them. "Take these and toss them gently on the table." She said.
"Oh... Ok." Taria took the stones and tossed them onto the table. She could read hieroglyphs, but these were strange. She had never seen writing like this on anything she had seen before.
Upon seeing the result of the dice, she went to discuss with the other five priests. Taria could hear a little of what they were saying, "Her ka has great power. More than any I have seen… Maybe as powerful as the pharaohs'… But… she has no control over her ka, which makes our job dangerous." Nefertiti said.
"If she learns to control her ka, she will be a great priestess." Said one of the priests, Akunadin, "She will be a great ally to our pharaoh."
Taria understood nothing in this conversation, but she knew it was important. She did not want her dream to come true, and only these holy people could help her.
After many long uncomfortable minutes, the Nefertiti turned around, the sun glinting off of her golden necklace shaped like the eye of Horus, "Please, come this way. We will tell you your new name in the shrine so that all the gods can hear it."
"Why can't you say it out here?" Taria asked.
Nefertiti smiled, for she knew that question was coming, "This is to be your sacred name. No one outside the priests and priestesses must know it. From looking at the stones, you actually have three names now. The name only Isis and your parents know, the one you know and that everyone calls you by outside of here, and your new name for our order of priests." She smiled, "You have a great destiny, and we will help you in your journey." She turned and walked towards the shrine door, "Come." Taria slowly followed the high priestess, wondering what she was talking about. Nefertiti bowed to the many idols on the alter and turned to face Taria. "Young priestess, the gods have chosen a name through the stones. You shall now and forever be called Kisara."
"Kisara," Taria said to herself, "I am Kisara, the priestess for the great Pharaoh."
Nefertiti smiled, "Welcome to our order, Kisara." She went over to a table with many blank cartouches on it, "Now you will need one of these so that we may identify you as one of our order. If the cartouche is lost, there are grave consequences." Nefertiti frowned.
Kisara stared at the golden tags. She had seen Seto's many times, but now she was going to get her own. Kisara picked up an etching tool and slowly engraved her name in to the cartouche in hieroglyphs, "How will I keep it with me?" Kisara asked as soon as she was finished with her name.
"Here is a chord made from camel skin. It is soft and comfortable; although it may cause a rash for the first few days you wear it." Nefertiti smiled, "I know mine did."
Kisara laced the chord through the cartouche and tied it around her neck, "How does it look?" She asked.
Nefertiti smiled widely, "You look like a priestess." She took Kisara's hand, "Now I will show you to your room with other girls that are priestesses. Your training begins tomorrow."
Kisara was excited as they walked out into the afternoon sun. She wondered who would be her companions in her training lessons and who may be her enemies. She also wondered if Seto was going to take the same classes. She hoped so for she knew no one else who had become part of the priest hood.
They arrived at a smaller house and Nefertiti knocked on the door. An older priestess, much older, and much uglier than Nefertiti, opened the door, "Ah, Shiamat. I have a new girl here to stay," Said Nefertiti.
Shiamat sniffed, as if there was something bad in the air. She spoke in a voice that sounded like the creaking of a rocking chair, "Come in young on. We have one bed left. Or, if you want, you could sleep on the hard floor where it may be cooler." Shiamat grinned revealing many yellow and some black teeth.
Kisara shivered and wished she was elsewhere. "I'll have a bed, thanks."
"Alright then." Shiamat turned to the inside of the house, "Girls, make room. We have a new arrival and we don't want to scare her off. Heh heh."
Kisara walked in and was greeted by girls who were around her age. "Hello." Kisara bowed respectfully, "My name is T... I mean... Kisara. I've just been initiated as a priestess, so I'm kind of new with my priestess name."