#oc: Kopesh

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Finding A New Shoal

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Author's note: Kopesh is the brain child of @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, thank you for letting me borrow him :) I hope I got your boy's characterization right. Let me know if I need to tweak them.

Author's note 2: Vanya is the brain child of @sleepyfan-blog, thank you for letting me borrow him :) I hope I got your boy's characterization right.

Summary: Karlsor meets Kopesh and Vanya, and slowly they start to form bonds with each other and form a small shoal.

Warnings: Swearing from Karlsor... Let me know if I need to add more.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

Karlsor had been swimming for a while, getting farther and farther away from the very fucking cursed rot reef thing. He's occasionally let out trills and calls to see if anyone would respond. Mostly its just been silence, using his Psyker Senses, carefully, because for some reason he feels so clumsy and slow, and like he's nearly frozen, swimming in thick syrup, and barely able to use his powers, like he's a fresh Aspirant with only the smallest of fumbling understanding of how to use his powers in the most nascent of ways. He lets out a couple of more calls before pausing, and hearing a return call. He tries not to get too excited, as he lets out responding calls and sending a message through his vox. He's glad to meet up with another Space Marine, even better, they are a couple of fellow Night Lord space marines.

"Greetings," Karlsor starts, "I'm Librarian Night Lord Karlsor of the 10th company. Who the fuck are you two?"

"Vanya, Raptor Lord," Vanya replies narrowing his eyes at the Psyker brother's swearing. Perhaps this Psyker brother of theirs has harsher edges than normal. "When are you from?"

"Kopesh, Scout," Kopesh says introducing himself as he begins to figure out ways to mess with both of his newly found older brothers.

"The fuck you mean when?" Karlsor asks Vanya with a squint. "I was in mid-battle fighting against some fucking uppity Ultramarines on McCragge when I woke up in the ocean on this shit hole of a planet. You?"

"Before, during, or after the Horus Heresy?" Vanya asks.

"The fucking what now? You mean the Rebellion against the Emperor?" Karlsor asks to clarify what the fuck he meant by that.

"Ah, you've just arrived then," Kopesh interjects with a shit eating grin, "We are on Ancient Terra."

"Fucking prove it Scout." Karlsor demands, not entirely believing the mischievous look on the other Night Lord's Face.

The Raptor Lord doesn't argue with what the younger Space Marine said, and indeed nods in agreement before having him look up at the night sky, they guide him to one of the ancient Terran big telescopes that were on the land, swimming through the air coming in handy for that as he spots what he needs to and his mind goes blank for a moment as his mouth opens up, asking a question that none know the answer to and are seeking different methods, "How the fuck did we get here?"

"No one knows, and we are all trying to find out one way or another." Vanya replies. "Loyalist, Renegade, Chaos, all factions are effected by... The Warp Nonsense."

"And there's more to it than just getting flung into the past." Kopesh says as he thinks about his pretty human, his smile softening a little at thinking about his lovely human.

"What's that fucking mean?" Karlsor asks.

"Bonds," Vanya replies simply, before going over the basics of a Space Marine and Human Bond.

"That seems like utter grox-shit," The Psyker protests, "As far as I know, the Warp doesn't work that way!"

"It does, at least here and now," Kopesh says, before cackling at the expression on Karlsor's face. "I'm bonded to a pair of humans."

"So am I," Vanya says, his face softening as he thinks about his beloved. The scare he'd had with those damned Alpha Legion fuckers trying to steal his darling human from him and him scowling and clenching his heads. "A warning, as far as we know, the Alpha Legion can't actually bond with humans, and the sneaky bastards try to steal bonded from us."

"Thanks for the warning," the younger two Night Lords reply with a concerned frown.

Alpha Legion Space Marines are Always trouble, and no one exactly knows what the fuck it is that they are doing. Some have wondered if even the Alpha Legion knows what the Alpha Legion is doing, or if they have lost themselves to their web of lies and schemes are just social engineering things for their own sense of twisted amusement, and likely to the detriment of all except themselves.

[doodles-with-noodles]

Random LONG oc lore drop because I got out of a stressful week:

Charlie is trans because she was a dude in my first version. But I got fed up with trios always having two boys and only one girl.

The characters that have had death experiences are in theory very unstable portals to the duat. Yippeh.

They can do magic, but each spell has to be written to be used. It mostly involves healing but can also be used for many other things. They write it in shitty notebooks.

Each team is required to have one „professional“ scribe (magician) who either fucks around and finds out or uses one of their thousands of memorized spells and rituals. They can also use staffs and wands (look like boomerangs) if they are properly engraved.

Malik is their scribe. Before he lost his vision he already had plenty of training and although he had to relearn a lot, he’s pretty good. Some people say it’s questionable but some people can’t draw complicated spells from memory without looking.

They are a „patrol team“, tasked with guarding false/ka-doors from things trying to get back to the living (they’re in the duat while doing that).

Patrol is pretty fucking boring and kinda like an insult because it means they think you aren’t ready for field work and actual fighting. Field teams get actual orders to hunt down souls and monsters.

They have kopeshes! Also a „book of the dead.“

The souls/ghosts? that guide you can try to posess you sometimes. It sucks. Most of them are pretty angry and hateful.

Law forbids that you try to revive someone/communicate with the dead. They still try sometimes. Bringing back never works too well, though.

Especially at museums there are work rotations for example you work in the duat for three days and then you work your „civilian“ museum job for two.

They have uniforms :}

Cats are very popular because they can protect you! Malik has a cat named Mr. Whiskers. Because he’s very mature.

First-version Jules was the person who originally introduced Malik and Charlie to the job, but somewhere along the line the roles were reversed and she became the narrator/person who is new to the job.

[izroulia]

Three fun facts each about my OCs to get you interested in them

Aries (siren)

First word was boat, because their crib was shaped like a boat

Going on T actually changed their tail colour slightly, the blue patches thinned out a bit

Had a lisp as a child because of a gap in their teeth

Icarus (mermaid)

Has a pet Pomeranian called Vivi

Has to do the hand thing to tell which is left and right

Had freckles as a kid, grew out of most of them

Pandora (mermaid)

Favourite flavour of drinks/lollies etc is blueberry

Her scent for perfumes, creams etc is vanilla bean

Her hands and feet are always cold

Zagreus (merman)

Knocked a baby tooth out in a kiteboarding mishap

Has been stung by a jellyfish once

Realised he was gay because of David from Lilo and stitch

Haru (dragon hybrid)

Sometimes growls in his sleep

Played the drums for a while as a kid

Favourite food is tiramisu

Micha (demon)

Didn’t talk until he was 4, suddenly woke up one day and started talking which gave his parents whiplash

Broke his ankle learning to ride a bike as a kid

Never barefoot, he HATES feeling his feet touch the ground. Always in socks

Styxx (Naiad)

Started learning harp at age 5

Was a very sensitive kid, he cried over everything

Very flexible, can do various intermediate gymnastics skills

Willow (human)

Silvermist from the Disney fairies was her gay awakening

Was a faction caption in primary school

Has a scar on her scalp from a gash she got hitting a rock while surfing

Agnemetra (Pheionex)

Before going batshit insane with power, she wanted to be a court judge

Family are Helios worshipers

Surprisingly good at soccer

Ankhamen (cat spirited)

Caught an asp as a kid and bought it into the palace not knowing how dangerous it was

Was Kopesh and archery trained

Would often sneak out of the palace disguised as a civilian

Carmen (angel)

Is a ballet dancer

Loves cinnamon in anything

Has a bad nail biting habit

Sage (gorgon)

The first hair snake he named was Addy, after a death adder.

Wears a bonnet to sleep in winter to keep his snakes warm

Was raised understanding he was intersex and no gender roles were forced on him, he very quickly decided he was definitely a boy

Momo (fae)

Can sew, knit, crochet and weave

Despite owning and working on an orchid, she hates worms. They give her spine shivers

Was a known prankster in high school

Lucky (fae)

Wants to be a ballerina, asked Carmen for lessons

Natural hair is actually light brown. Her birth parents (and later Haru and Micha) are just cool enough to let her keep dying it green

Calls all the castle staff her aunts and uncles

Wren (Naiad)

Hecate devotee

Hates sour things, like an unreasonable amount. DESPISES them.

Has three sisters, only in contact with one of them after major family drama.

Zimri (ghost)

Can play piano

Never learnt to drive

Knew they weren’t cis when they stole their mother’s nightgown as a kid and put it on ‘just to see’.

Bes (scorpion spirited)

Collected scarabs and made them little houses as a kid

Can read super fast and retain all the information

Regularly draws blood by accidentally scraping his lips with his fangs

Naddaha (siren)

Was never actually a child, he was created with the body and brain of an adult. But he did have to learn to be a functioning person

Fought a crocodile and won

Can drop his voice spookily low.

[tumblingxelian]

Thank you, so glad you think so!

Very glad you like the weapon, fun fact it can be split into two swords, or the joined blades can double as a bow and arrow via a Hard-Light string. Also opted for a Kopesh given their regal & scythe-like ancestry (Ruby) while tying into Emerald's allusions location wise.

As to allusions, good question and the answer is yes!

Specifically, Prince Husain of One Thousand and One Nights and the magic carpet which is what manifests as their Semblance. IE, the ability to make objects fly. Though Solomon and his carpet can also serve as a secondary allusion. and the Eye of Horus sigil.

Additional "fun" facts, but the eye with the make-up is actually a false one. There's a group of people who try to hunt down and steal all remnants of magic for their own use. As a kid Sapphire had an eye taken before Emerald found and started butchering them. Followed up by Ruby going after the others. Thus one is a prosthetic and Sapphir occasionally dips out and goes rogue to hunt these sort of people down.

Thanks for the response!

Aside, I also also recommend a buddy of for RWBY-OC kiddos:

I recall you asking about RWBABY OCs and I had one to share, though apologies for not being for one of your sips, but this is Saphir/Sapphire, child of Emerald and Ruby!

Seen here as commissioned by the amazing @fallinglikemagic https://www.tumblr.com/tumblingxelian/721736228885725184/thanks-for-all-your-hard-work-on-this-sapphire?source=share

I also did some 3D models, but never got around to rigging or publishing them ><

omg they’re so cute! i love the weapon, do they have an allusion?

[edenspromises]

not that anyone asked, but my dbd killer oc, the seraphim (elijah jewlitt)

[1ight]

instantly vehemently wish i still had my bionicles & $$$ bc i would commission the FUCK out of those bad boys talk about fixation

[z-iridest]

The Phoenix Queen:

A Pharaoh Atem x OC short story

Long ago, in the days when the Great Pyramids were still young, there were two children born. One, was a boy, born to the royal family of Egypt, the heir to the throne. The other, was a girl, born to a common family in a small village. Though they had nothing, their kindness and love were well known. The girl's father was a warrior, a royal guard who swore to always protect the Pharaoh. The girl's mother was a woman of great beauty, and her kind heart knew no bounds. Though the girl's parents were not royalty, the child was their own little princess. They named her... Asenath. They raised her to be as kind, and courageous as she was beautiful. But, when the child was merely eight years old, tragedy struck.....

The screams of the villagers filled the air as quickly as a fire began to spread. Bandits rode in on steeds as black as the night, many of the men remaining in the village taking up arms and beginning to fight back, trying to defend their home. Neith, Asenath's mother, ran through the crowds, carrying Asenath in her arms. Since her husband was at the palace, guarding the Pharaoh, he could not come to save them in time, even if she could warn him. The only thing she could think to do was to save their daughter. Neith hid Asenath in the shadows, the child's gold flecked, hazel eyes filled with fear. As Neith turned to face the enemy, she felt her daughter's small hand grasp her own. "Mama, don't leave me." Asenath whimpered. With tears in her eyes, Neith knelt and hugged her daughter one last time. Neith pulled away only slightly to look into her daughter's eyes, the eyes that were identical to her own. She tucked a stray, dark auburn hair behind Asenath's ear.

"My love, I will never leave you... Not truly. As long as you have courage, and be kind, I will be with you always." Neith promised before her hand slipped from Asenath's smaller one. Neith grabbed her sword, running into battle with the men, leading the bandits away from her daughter's hiding place......

By the time the sands had settled, no one was left alive in the village... Except one... As the smoke faded into the air, the fires dying out, little Asenath cried, shaking with the cold winds of the desert's cruel and harsh nights. A dim golden light began to glow, going unnoticed by the child. A sudden warmth spread out onto a small area on her back, a cloth wrapping around the child's shoulders. The warmth lulled Asenath to sleep, a soft voice whispering in her ear.

"You are safe, Asenath. Rest now."

In the years that followed, Asenath learned how to properly wield a sword, and to fight. As she grew, in her heart, she remained courageous and kind, though a power grew within her. You see, along with the time she lived in, were the great but terrible Shadow Games. These "games" involved shadow creatures great and small, sometimes the monsters being used in war.... Other times, the Shadow Games were used as strictly training. Deep within Asenath's heart, a creature grew stronger. Though most shadow creatures were thought to be malicious and led their hosts to commit horrible acts, the one within Asenath's heart was a benevolent force, feeding on the kindness in her heart. While Asenath's father worked at the palace, Asenath practiced her magic by healing those in need. By the time Asenath was fifteen, she had grown into a beautiful young woman, however, there was much more to the young woman.... The training with her father, both in sword and shadow magic, built her into the fiercest warrior in all Egypt... Even if she was a common girl... It was during these years of training that her father remarried to a woman. Pompous and vain, Asenath's stepmother Tiye had two daughters of her own: Maye and Nenet. Tiye, when Asenath's father was away at the Palace, was a cruel woman to Asenath... So much so, that the only place Asenath felt at home was healing the people of Egypt.

The day before her fifteenth birthday, Asenath left her home early in the morning, just as she had many times before. The clothing she wore that day was a scarlet cotton dress along with the necklace her father had given her (A/N: pictured below).

Over the dress was a cloak, the hood over her head to protect her from the scorching heat the Egyptian afternoon would bring. Asenath gave a kind smile to the sick and injured on the side of the road as she approached, cupping her hands together and focusing as she knelt. A scarlet golden glow began to shine in her hands, revealing a scarlet gold phoenix when the light dimmed. The bird itself was small, but it gave a caw and flew to rest on Asenath's shoulder as she began the healing process. The little phoenix, who she had named Bennu, stayed obediently on her shoulder, chirping as Asenath cared for the weak. Many grasped her hands in thanks once she had finished, to which Asenath only replied with a smile.

"Where were you?! You know better to run off while you still have chores to do!" Tiye shrieked the moment Asenath stepped into their home several hours later.

"Stepmother, as I have said several times before, someone must help the sick and injured. If not me, then who?" Asenath asked as she set the down the basket of freshly bought food down, removing her cloak.

"And as I have told you several times, I DO NOT CARE! You are forbidden from interacting with those... Those street rats ever again..."

"Or what, Stepmother? Father would never allow you to throw his own flesh and blood out on the streets, try as you might, and not a single one of them are street rats!" Asenath asked, facing her stepmother. Tiye growled in rage before the younger of her daughters, Nenet, entered the room.

"Mother, please, calm yourself. I think it is wonderful that Asenath's trying to help them with her magic." Nenet defended her stepsister. Tiye scoffed.

"The only magic a woman should be worried about is magic to make herself look younger and more beautiful. Who cares about caring for the weak when you can improve your own appearance. It is best for a lady to prepare to marry into power." Tiye commented, making Asenath roll her eyes.

"Women have every bit of a right to protect the Kingdom as men do, Stepmother, that is what Father says." Asenath replied as she began on the remaining chores she had left to do. Her father was due home any moment, having been away for several days at the Palace. Asenath smiled at the thought of seeing her father again. Her father, Osiris, was a kind man as well as one of the best warriors in all of Egypt. It broke Asenath's heart each time they were forced to be apart, but Asenath always held onto the hope that he would always return. But, she had no way of knowing that this time would be different. A knock sounded at the door just as Asenath finished lighting the oil lamps. The fourteen-year-old answered the door, the sight of her father's best friend at the door bringing a warmth to her heart.

"Amos, it is good to see you." Asenath greeted before her smile fell, noticing the grief stricken look on his face. "What is wrong?"

"It's your father, Asenath. There was an intruder at the palace... He tried attacking the Pharaoh, but your father got in the way and took the hit... He's gone." Amos revealed with Tiye standing behind Asenath. While Tiye covered her mouth in horror, tears gathered in Asenath's eyes as she bowed her head. "He left this for you, miss." Amos finished, holding out a small staff. The moment it was placed into Asenath's touch, the staff extended, revealing itself to be her father's spear. A sharp knife like blade on one side while the other side held a Kopesh blade. She willed it back to the small staff, holding it to her heart.

"Th-thank you for telling us... I-It must have been difficult for you to deliver such news." Asenath thanked him, barely holding her tears as she closed the door once more. As Tiye relayed the information to her daughters, Asenath put her back to the door, her entire body trembling with sorrow until she dissolved into tears and sobbed.

Beginning the day the news of her father's death had reached her, Asenath was treated like a slave by her stepsisters and stepmother, though Nenet was often times the one who advocated for her.... Or at least tried... The only possessions that Asenath had left and were allowed to keep was her mother's old gown, the red dress she had on, her father's spear and the scarab necklace her father had given her. Though the treatment at home had become harsh, Asenath remained kind, continuing to heal and help those in need. She had no way of knowing how things would begin to change....

The day of her sixteenth birthday, Asenath was healing the sick and injured just like everyday. However, this particular day, while Asenath tended to those in need, she was spotted by her Stepmother. Tiye, in a furied rage, grabbed Asenath by her hair, making the girl cry out in pain. "HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME!" She shrieked as she dragged Asenath up on her feet and away from those on the streets. Many stepped forward, but a burning glare from Tiye made them shrink back in fear. As soon as the women entered the home, Asenath was thrown painfully to the ground. "HAVE YOU NO SHAME?! DO YOU WANT US TO HAVE SEKHMET CURSE US WITH THE PLAUGES THEY CARRY! FOOLISH CHILD, YOU WILL BE PUNISHED FOR YOUR DISOBEDIENCE!" Tiye grabbed her whip while Maye laughed and began to beat Asenath, Nenet trying to get her sister to stop. Maye switched her focus on her sister long enough to push her to the ground before Tiye struck Asenath, making her scream in pain as she was whipped. When it finally stopped, Asenath had tears of pain cascading down her face and could just barely move because of the pain she was under. Maye and Tiye laughed hysterically as they watched Asenath struggle to stand before the young girl found her footing and ran to the stables to ride her father's horse, Asim. While Nenet yelled at her mother and sister for their actions, Asenath rode out of the kingdom, holding onto the reins as Asim galloped through the desert sands. Asenath hid her face in his mane as she cried, the bruises and whip marks sending shockwaves of pain through her. Asenath wanted a way for the suffering to end. She was a no one, a servant girl in her own father's home....

Asim suddenly reared, making Asenath scream as she clung to Asim's mane to prevent herself from being thrown off. Asim snorted as men surrounded them. Slave traders.... Asenath thought, her eyes spotting an opening, a hole in the men's formation. "Hyah!" Asenath urged Asim toward the opening, the men chasing after her. Asenath soon recognized the old ruins of her home village, but led the men to it. It would be the perfect place to unleash her Ka's battle form without harming anyone else. As soon as Asim set foot into the village, Asenath drew her spear and stuck out her arm, though it hurt her to do so. "Bennu Magician, come forth!" She called, a female spellcaster with a staff in her hand rising behind her. She was clad in scarlet gold armor, her hair a crimson red with gold streaks and amber colored eyes. She spun her staff, pointing it at the men coming toward them as Asenath dismounted from her horse, spinning her spear and standing in the clearing, ready to meet the men who would dare fight them. As soon as they were close enough, Asenath gave the order: "Bennu Magician, attack! Scolding Scepter Blast!" The spellcaster obeyed, a scarlet gold glow coming from the staff before it wiped out a majority of the men chasing Asenath, making them disappear. The three that remained, Asenath glared down as they dismounted, drawing swords. Asenath walked towards them as her Ka transformed into a phoenix. The men charged her, and with a battle cry, Asenath blocked an attack before countering with her own. The clang of metal upon metal rang through the air, young woman and men locked in a dance of a battle. Asenath was able to knock one out of the fight, left to fight the remaining two as the man ran away in cowardice. Asenath used her old village to her advantage, unaware of the reinforcements headed their way. As the three broke away from a lock, a shout was heard. Hearing it, the slave traders tried to run, but were caught by what looked like guards from the Palace... Guards like her father had once been.... Two men other than the guards were with them. One of the men, Asenath easily recognized as one of the priests, brown hair hiding under the headpiece he wore, his eyes a dark shade of purple that looked nearly azure blue in the light of the setting sun.... Eyes that were full of rage as he looked toward the slave traders. The other, however.....

The first thing Asenath noticed was the fact that his amethyst eyes were on her as he dismounted from his horse. He was wearing clothing made of the finest fabrics, fabrics Asenath concluded that only someone in the Palace could afford. His hair, however, was what was the most unique about him. His hair was tri-colored, black at the base, a dark magenta along the edges and gold bangs, three gold streaks were visible in the center of his hair. He wore no jewelry, but the way he carried himself spoke of authority and grace. Out of respect for him coming to her aid, she knelt with her left foot forward. She heard him chuckle before hearing a shift in the sands. "You do not have to bow to me." She felt the warmth of his hand under her chin, bringing her gold flecked, dark hazel eyes to his own.

"Is it not right to show respect to someone who has come to my aid?" Asenath asked.

"Perhaps, but it is not required. Please, rise." His hand left her chin to take her hand, helping her stand. As he did, the young man's eyes fell upon the bruises that lingered along her arms. "Did those men do this?" He asked, anger rising to his eyes.

"No, no, they did not get close enough." Asenath answered. "Please, do not worry yourself, I am nothing but a servant... No one worth worrying over."

"You are to me, I... Look out!" The young man pushed her out of the way as a snake, a venomous cobra struck, biting the young man in the arm.

"No! Bennu, attack the snake!" Asenath cried, the phoenix obeying and clawing the snake within it's talons, burning it to ashes as Asenath rushed to the young man's side. "Are you all right?"

"Do not worry about me." He answered her.

"Do not move." Asenath replied, gently taking his arm and bringing it to her lips, beginning to suck the poison out.

"No, you need not do this!" The young man exclaimed in horror. Asenath turned her head to the side and spat out the venom she had collected thus far.

"You were bitten, and I am going to get the poison out. Please, allow me to do this. You helped me, now it is my turn to help you." Asenath replied before returning to suck the venom out. Once she no longer tasted the venom , she turned her head to the side once more and spat out the remaining venom, wiping her mouth as the priest joined them. She held out her arm without moving her gaze from the snake bite. Now that the poison was out, she could seal the wound. "Bennu, come." The phoenix flew down and perched on her arm as she covered the snake bite with both her hands. "Lend me strength once again, my friend." She murmured to it before breathing out and closing her eyes, focusing her energy. As the priest and the young man watched, a scarlet golden glow emitted from her hands, illuminating the darkness around them for a brief moment. Soon, it dimmed once more, and when Asenath removed her hands, the mark of the snake bite was gone. "Thank you, Bennu." Asenath told the phoenix, the little bird ruffling its feathers before giving a coo toward the young man and disappearing.

"Thank you." The young man told her. Asenath merely smiled in reply.

"As I said, it was the least I could do. You helped me after all, it was only right that I returned the favor." Asenath replied as she rose from the sands and remounted her horse. He remounted his own. The priest took this time to speak.

"We should be heading back to the Palace. Young one, we can escort you back home for your efforts." The priest offered.

"Oh, no, it is..."

"Please, it is the least I can do. You helped me, it is only right that I return the favor." The young man interrupted, with a slight smug smile in his face. A chuckle left Asenath as she shook her head.

"Well then, I suppose I have no choice but to accept." Asenath replied, making the young man chuckle before they rode back home. The young man rode his horse at a gallop beside Asenath, the guards and the priest keeping pace with them.

"My lady, what do they call you?" He asked. Asenath shook her head.

"Never mind what they call me. I must thank you again for your help... What do they call you?" Asenath asked.

"You do not know who I am?" Upon seeing Asenath's confused look, he corrected himself. "That is... They call me Atem, or rather my father does... When he's in a good mood." This earned a chuckle between the two.

"You live in the Palace?" Asenath asked.

"Yes, with my father. My father is currently teaching me his trade, you might say." Atem answered.

"So, you're an apprentice?" Asenath asked.

"Of a sort." Atem responded with a smile.

"That's wonderful... Do they treat you well?" Asenath asked.

"Probably better than I deserve. And you?" Atem asked. Asenath looked away.

"They treat me as well as they're able." She answered.

"I am sorry." Atem apologized. Asenath shook her head.

"It is not your doing." She replied.

"Nor yours either, I am willing to bet." Atem responded, trying to look at her. As they reentered the bazaar, they all slowed to a trot.

"It is not so horrible... Others have it worse, I am sure. We must simply have courage and be kind... Must we not?" Asenath asked.

"Yes... We must..." Atem replied as he gazed at her. "You are quite right, and that is exactly how I feel." The two shared a smile, Asenath and Atem both coming to a stop.

"I am afraid this is where we part." Asenath told him as she dismounted once more, gently patting Asim's side as she took the reigns and looked up at Atem. "Thank you again, for everything."

"It was no trouble." Atem replied before the priest began to speak again.

"Your Hi-"

"It's Atem! Atem, I am Atem!" Atem interrupted the priest. "I am on my way!" Atem's outburst had Asenath covering up a giggle.

"Well, we'd better get a move on... Atem." The priest replied.

"As I said, Mahad, on my way." Atem told him before returning his gaze to Asenath. "I hope to see you again, my lady."

"And I, you, Atem." Asenath replied. A smile graced Atem's face before he rejoined Mahad and the guards, Asenath bringing Asim to the stables.

A few days later, a royal proclamation was made. To celebrate the young prince coming of age, a ball was to be held in his honor, a ball to which all eligible young ladies were required to attend in a couple weeks. Upon hearing the news, Asenath's stepsisters celebrated the chance to make an impression upon the future Pharaoh, at the chance to become his wife... "Just imagine: One of us, a princess!" Maye squealed in excitement.

"The Pharaoh's proclamation also means you can go too, Asenath." Nenet added with a big smile, grasping her step sister's hands.

"I think not." Tiye interjected with a cold sneer.

"Just imagine: her, dancing with the Prince!" Maye scoffed. "I'd be honored, Your Highness... Would you mind holding my broom?" She laughed hysterically as she made fun of Asenath.

"Stupid, stupid, Asenath." Maye snickered.

"Complete all your chores and find something suitable to wear, then we'll talk." Tiye replied. "Now, come girls, we must go to the seamstress." For the next two weeks, Asenath completed every chore in record time, fixing her mother's old dress in order to make it suitable for the ball. On the day of the ball, after Asenath had finished preparing her stepsisters, she placed the finishing touches on her mother's gown. It took a bit to complete the rest of the work on the dress, but she soon completed it. It was a green dress, old fashioned in design, but it was ultimately the perfect choice for Asenath, her mother's old dress fitting her perfectly. As she presented herself to her step family, she found all eyes in the room on her. While Nenet looked happy, Maye and Tiye looked angry. "Asenath..."

"I swear, it cost you nothing, Step Mother. It was my mother's old dress, so I took it up myself once my tasks were complete." Asenath told her.

"Ooh, la. Asenath at the ball." Maye commented.

"What is wrong with that?" Nenet asked her sister.

"No one wants a servant girl for a bride." Maye told her.

"After all I have done for you...." Tiye trailed off angrily.

"I do not want to ruin anything at all! I do not even wish to meet the prince..."

"Oh, you certainly will not... Because there is no question in your going." Tiye replied quite bitterly.

"Mother..." Nenet said softly.

"But, every maiden in the land is to attend, by order of the Pharaoh."

"It is, the Pharaoh I am thinking of. It would be an insult to the royal personage to take you to the palace in these.... Old rags." Tiye commented, gesturing with a finger to the dress Asenath wore. A stunned look crossed Asenath's face.

"Rags? This was my mother's."

"I am sorry to have tell you, my dear, but... Your mother had questionable taste. This... thing is so old fashioned, it's practically falling to pieces." Tiye said as she neared Asenath before pulling part of the dress, ripping it. "The shoulder's frayed." She gasped. Much to Asenath and Nenet's horror, Maye joined Tiye in tearing the dress apart until it was nothing but rags.

"It is a pitiful, old fashioned joke." Maye commented with Tiye chuckling. Asenath looked at her stepmother with tears in her eyes.

"How could you?" Asenath asked.

"How could I otherwise? I will not have anyone associate my daughters with you. It would ruin their prospects to be seen arriving with a ragged servant girl, because that is what you are, and that is what you will always be. Now, mark my words: You shall not go to the ball." Tiye snarled. "Come, girls, we will be late." With that, she left in a huff, Maye right behind her. Nenet looked at Asenath with tears in her eyes.

"I am so sorry, Asenath." Nenet told her.

"It is no fault of yours, Nenet. Please, go enjoy yourself at the ball. You deserve it." Asenath told her.

"So do you." Nenet replied before leaving for the ball. Asenath left the house, going into the back to the gardens her father had planted years prior. She collapsed at the fountain, sobbing. She was tired of being mistreated, tired of being walked on...

"Mother, Father, what do I do now?" Asenath sobbed. She wished she could have one last moment with her parents, one last moment of happiness...

"Excuse me, dear child..." Asenath's head was brought up at the deep voice to see an old man. He was frail, and despite Asenath's own sorrow, she wiped her tears and turned her attention to him.

"How can I help you, good sir?" Asenath asked.

"Water... Please..." The old man begged.

"Of course. Come and rest your weary heart." Asenath invited.

"Oh, thank you, my dear." The old man told her as she came to his side and helped him to one of the stone benches. "Thank you very much indeed." Once he was seated, she picked up one of the bowls, wiping more stray tears away. Despite her best hopes to have hidden it from the old man, he noticed anyway. "Why are you crying, my dear?"

"I-It is nothing, you need not worry." Asenath answered, her back to him as she filled the bowl with fresh cold water.

"Nothing.... What is a bowl of cold water? Nothing...." The old man rattled on as she brought the bowl to him. "But kindness, my dear... Kindess makes it everything." He raised the bowl slightly in a toast before drinking all of it. "Now, Asenath, I am afraid we do not have much time if you are to go to the ball." The old man added as he stood up. Asenath's eyebrows went upward.

"How do you know my name?" Asenath asked. The old man merely chuckled.

"Now, who do you think blessed you with that little Phoenix ka? I've been watching over you since the day you were born, my child. Besides, how would I be the God of Creation if I knew not the names of all of my creations?" The old man spoke before smiling at her with a twinkle in his eye. "Allow me to slip into something more comfortable. Slifer, Obelisk, come!" The old man stood straight up, throwing a diadhank into the air as a golden light swirled around him. Asenath watched as the diadhank extended before a man's arm emerged from the light, the diadhank latching onto it as the light dispersed, revealing a man dressed in gold armor. He looked to be around his early 30s, with gold hair and red eyes, a diadem with a lapis lazuli jewel in the center of his forehead. Blinking, Asenath dropped into a bow, her left foot forward. She heard him chuckle before he felt a familiar warmth on her shoulder. "Now, now, there is no need or time for that. There is work to be done." Ra told her as he helped her rise. "Speaking of which, my brothers should be here as well.... Late as usual... Slifer, Obelisk, come forth at once!"

"Geeze, we heard you the first time, old man!" Asenath jumped as two more men appeared beside Ra. One was dressed in red armor, with red hair and blue eyes, while the other was dressed in blue armor with blue hair and red eyes.

"Do not call me an old man! I am only 30 years old!" Ra shouted.

"Yeah, you are 30 all right... 30 centuries old!" The man in red armor argued back.

"Ra, Slifer, may I remind you that we are here to assist Asenath?" The man in blue armor reminded them, placing a hand on Asenath's shoulder as he effectively cut off the argument all together. Ra cleared his throat.

"My apologies. Slifer, you create a transport for her, I will remake her dress." Ra ordered.

"As you wish... Your Geezerness." Slifer replied. Before Ra could even think about getting back at Slifer for the comment, Slifer had disappeared.

"Surely we are not sending her to the ball alone, are we?" Obelisk asked, his brow furrowed.

"Of course not. That is why you are going to escort her." Ra answered. Obelisk looked in shock.

"Me? Why? Have you something better to do, Your Excellency?" Obelisk asked. "Why can't you or Slifer do it?"

"Listen, Slifer won't keep an eye on her, he would be too busy flirting all night. If I go, my weakness for wine would leave her wide open. You are the most responsible of us all, Obelisk." Ra answered. Obelisk glanced at Asenath before sighing.

"Fine, I'll escort her." Obelisk replied, sounding defeated.

"Wonderful! Now, Asenath, let us change up this ragged dress." Ra told Asenath as he led her to a private spot.

"Can you not mend it?" Asenath asked.

"No, no, I shall turn it into something new." Ra answered.

"No, please. This was my mother's dress, you see... If I wear it to the ball... It would feel like a piece of her is going with me." Asenath pleaded. Ra's eyes softened.

"Of course. Do you think she would mind if I changed it a little?" Ra asked. Asenath smiled softly as she shook her head in response. With a smile, Ra closed his eyes, his hands glowing gold before he willed the magic to swirl around Asenath. Asenath looked down at the golden glow as it transformed her mother's dress into a beautiful gown, made especially for her, though it felt like her mother was still with her (A/N: pictured below).

She felt her hair be braided and pinned back, a bronze crown adorning her head (A/N: hair and crown pictured below)

Ra smiled once the transformation was complete, Obelisk joining them in that moment. "Heavens above...." Obelisk commented. Asenath blushed.

"Does it look all right?" Asenath asked.

"More than all right, you look beautiful!" Obelisk exclaimed, making a smile come to Asenath's face along with a blush. "Not even the prince himself will be able to look away from you." Ra looked proud of himself, but before he could voice his thoughts, Slifer joined them. He grinned and bowed to Asenath.

"A lovely vision, milday. Your chariot awaits." Slifer told her. Asenath bowed to both Ra and Slifer.

"Thank you both." She told them.

"Go on, have fun." Ra encouraged her. Obelisk was surrounded in a blue light, dressed as a nobleman. Asenath noticed, having to hold back tears, that the appearance he had chosen was remarkably similar to her father. He offered his arm.

"Come, my dear." He told her. She placed her arm over his, her hand draping over his own, and they began to walk. Slifer opened the door of the chariot before Obelisk and Ra assisted her inside. As Slifer closed the door, Ra turned to Asenath.

"Remember, child, with the moon's midnight light, the spell will be broken, and everything will be as it was before." Ra warned her.

"Ra... What about my stepmother and the girls?" Asenath asked. Ra smiled.

"Don't worry. The dress I made comes with a spell that prevents them from recognizing you." Ra answered. "Obelisk, protect the child. No harm must come to her."

"How stupid do you think I am? I know what being her escort means." Obelisk retorted, making Asenath giggle. With a last farewell, Obelisk and Asenath were on their way.

The Palace was grander than Asenath could have imagined it. It made her nervous. When the chariot finally came to a stop, Obelisk, or rather, Rashid as he had told her to call him, stepped out before extending a hand to Asenath. Asenath placed her hand in his before he helped her down from the chariot. Noticing Asenath's nervous state, he bent to her ear. "Be calm, child. I will allow no harm to come to you. The only job you have is enjoy this night." His words soothed her, and she gave him a grateful smile before he escorted her in. They were later than the other guests, but Rashid couldn't help but crack a grin at how in awe of the Palace Asenath seemed to be. He chuckled as they entered the ballroom, Rashid entering first and stepping to the side while bowing a bit to her. Asenath cautiously entered the room, finding all eyes on her. She blushed under the attention, not used to it. Whispers arose from the people around them, mainly questions as to who the young girl before them even was before all of the whispers died out, a sound silencing them all.

Footsteps soon echoed through the quiet room, the crowd making way as a young man walked toward Asenath. He was dressed in the finest of clothes, a purple cape at his back, and yet, he bowed low to the ground when he was right in front of her. Asenath returned the bow, recognizing the young man who had escorted her home after she had healed him, though the look on Rashid's face told her that he was more important to the kingdom than a mere apprentice. His hair was tricolored, black at the base, a dark magenta around the edges and gold bangs with 3 gold streaks standing up. When they both looked up, Asenath found her gold flecked hazel eyes locked in the gaze of a familiar pair of amethyst eyes. (A/N: Sorry to interrupt! But the fanart I used for Atem, I do not own! If u know the original artist, pleeeeease dm me!)

As easy smile spread across both faces. "It's you..." Atem trailed off in awe, Asenath merely smiling at him in reply before he continued. "My lady," When he spoke, his voice was deep, reminding Asenath of the power and authority he possessed as the Crown Prince of Egypt, but his tone was kind, just as it had been the day they first met. "If it pleases you, will you join me in this, the first dance of the night?" He asked. Asenath nodded once.

"It would an honor and a pleasure." She answered. Atem before her smiled before offering his hand. Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his, feeling a familiar surge of power run through her upon the touch of his skin upon her own. Rashid straightened, having felt it as well. What had Ra done? Had his brother known that the man that now held Asenath was her soulmate?

As the two stopped in the middle of the dancefloor, the young man kept one of her hands in his while the other wrapped around her waist. As the ballroom filled with music, the two began to dance, unaware of the audience that was watching them. Included among them was Rashid and the Pharaoh himself, along with his council. Asenath didn't know why, but she felt safe in the young man's arms.... The two never looked away from each other, lost in each other's gaze. Asenath noticed the number of eyes that were on them. "They are all looking at you." Asenath whispered.

"Believe me, my lady, it is you they are gazing upon." Atem whispered back to her. The two danced together with the crowd watching them. As the music faded into a different song, Atem clasped both of Asenath's hands, coming to a stop in the middle of the dancefloor. "Come with me." He whispered to her before letting go of one of her hands to lead her out of the ballroom. Asenath glanced back at Rashid as she followed Atem. Rashid nodded once, silently confirming that it was indeed someone she could trust.

"So, you are the Prince." Asenath commented as she followed him. Atem chuckled, letting go if her hands to shut the doors behind them.

"I am merely a Prince, there are many other princes in the world."

"But... Your name is not really Atem... Is it?" Asenath asked.

"Sadly, it is, and my father still calls me that when he is especially unpeeved at me."

"But, you are no apprentice."

"I am technically... An apprentice monarch, I still am learning my trade, after all." Atem commented, which made Asenath laugh.

"Oh, gosh." Asenath commented as she continued to walk. Atem walked beside her.

"Please, forgive me, I thought you might treat me differently if you knew. I mistook you for a good, honest country girl, and now I see you did not want to... Overawe a plain soldier." Atem commented, walking ahead of her.

"Little chance of that happening." Asenath giggled. Atem stopped in place and turned to her, extending his hand for hers.

"No more surprises?" He asked as if making a deal with her. Asenath smiled and walked toward him, taking his hand.

"No more surprises." She agreed. He smiled and continued to lead her out of the Palace, ending up on a path in the courtyard. "They will miss you at the ball, will they not?" She asked.

"Perhaps, but let us not go back just yet..." Atem told her. Seeing the look on his face, she spoke up.

"What is it?" Asenath asked, her worry for him showing. Atem sighed.

"When I go back, they will try to pair me up with a lady of their choosing. I am expected to marry for advantage." Atem answered.

"Oh... Well, for whose advantage?"

"That, is a very good question." The two chuckled before they stopped, Asenath looking up at him.

"Surely, you have a right to your own heart." She told him.

"And I must weigh that against the Pharaoh's wishes. He is a wise ruler... and a loving father."

"Perhaps, he will change his mind." Asenath replied.

"I fear he does not have much time to do so." Atem answered, Asenath's eyes softening with empathy.

"I am sorry." He shook his head.

"It is all right." He smiled. "Though, I am quite curious as to know how a beautiful princess such as yourself learned to wield magic and a spear with such grace and mastery." A sad smile crossed Asenath's face.

"My own father taught me how to fight, my Prince." Asenath told him, looking away to hide the sadness that had crossed her face in that moment. She felt Atem squeeze her hand in gentle comfort.

"I would say you learned well, and to you, it is just Atem." Asenath blushed, Atem smiling with a chuckle before he led her to a garden of some kind, her hand still in his. She looked around the garden. Palm trees stood high above them, all kinds of flowers in full bloom... Asenath even recognized a moon flower.

"It's beautiful." She breathed.

"My mother used to love it here... But, since she passed, my father could not bring himself to visit the gardens." He responded, and Asenath could hear the sadness in his voice. She looked down.

"My own mother is in the Afterlife as well, along with my father..." She replied, her voice betraying her own sadness before she looked up at him again. "Do you think they know each other?" This brought a small smile to the young man's face, as well as a small chuckle past his lips.

"I believe they might. I certainly do not see why they could not." He answered.

"I would like to think that legends about the Afterlife being open to everyone, rich and poor, are true... Just like the ball was tonight." Asenath replied.

"In truth, the ball was only open to everyone because of you." Atem told her, his words bringing Asenath to a halt, the young man standing before her. "I made sure everyone could come because I had hoped to see you again." He confessed. Asenath smiled up at him.

"And I came to see Atem." Asenath replied.

"Not the prince?" Atem asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Asenath shook her head in reply.

"The prince is far too grand... What could I ever mean to him anyway?" Asenath asked, beginning to continue walking when she felt Atem take her hand, making her stop and face him. This time, however, he interlaced their fingers, a look of seriousness in his eyes.

"A lot more than you could ever know." He murmured, though Asenath heard his words. Atem's free hand came up, gently tucking some stray hairs behind her ear before his hand gently cupped her cheek. Asenath leaned her head into his touch, closing her eyes for a brief moment. When she reopened her eyes, she blushed upon finding Atem gazing at her, a very adoring look in his eyes. He drew slightly closer to her, his thumb caressing her cheek. "May I kiss you?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Asenath blushed darker with his words, but nodded all the same. Atem wrapped his free arm around her as he leaned down, both pairs of eyes closing before Asenath felt the warmth of his lips against her own. Asenath kissed him back, feeling Atem pull her closer to him. In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck, causing him to hold her closer in his embrace. When he finally pulled away, it was slow, as if that first kiss would be the last. He rested his forehead on her own, both pairs of eyes remaining closed. "That was..."

"Wonderful." Asenath finished as they both opened their eyes and exchanged smiles. They pressed their foreheads together, unaware that they were being watched by a friend of Atem's. Atem took her hands again, leading her down another path.

"I have never shown this place to anyone before." Atem told her before opening a wooden door that creaked slightly as out swung open. A gasp of awe left Asenath as Atem led her through the wooden door.

"A secret garden!" She breathed. Bushes of flowers were everywhere, a tall tree standing proudly in a small corner. Atem smiled as he watched her look around the secret garden, in awe of everything she was seeing. Asenath looked back at him. "I love it." She smiled, causing Atem to smile back.

"I'm glad you like it." Atem told her as he walked toward her again, picking a lotus flower and placing it in her hair as she giggled. Asenath closed her eyes as his warm, gentle touch once again came to her face. But, just as their lips went to touch once more, a rush of pain caused Asenath to move back a few steps. The magic is fading.... She thought. Atem's brow furrowed in worry as he stepped toward her, gently taking her arms.

"Are you all right?" Atem asked. Asenath looked up at him.

"I have to go... I am sorry." Asenath slipped from Atem's hold as she hurried to the gate of the secret garden before stopping, turning back around to face Atem. "Thank you, Atem. You have been wonderfully kind to me, and tonight had been fun. I truly loved it... Every second." She thanked him before running back through the Palace, retracing her steps. Despite the feeling of shock he felt at her running off, Atem chased after the girl. He had finally found the woman of his dreams... He'd have to be a fool to let her go that easily...

In no time at all, she reached Rashid, who caught her arms. "What is wrong?" He asked her.

"The magic is fading, I can feel it. We do not have much time left." Asenath answered. Without another word, Rashid wrapped a protecting arm around her and began to escort her out of the palace. "Keep running and don't turn back, I'll get the chariot!" Rashid told her as they were about to reach the main doors, running faster and heading out the doors. Atem followed his true love through the palace and down the palace steps, watching as one of Asenath's slippers slipped off her foot. Asenath turned back around to grab it, but Rashid had arrived with the carriage, his shout preventing her from grabbing it.

"Leave it, there is no time!" Rashid warned Asenath before he helped her into the chariot and held on as the chariot took off. Atem stopped on the steps and knelt to pick up the slipper, watching as the chariot that carried the woman he fell in love with disappeared into the night. The priest, Mahad, and Atem's childhood friend, Mana soon joined him, Mahad ordering some of the guards to search for her. Mana stood beside Atem with her hands on her hips.

"Out of all the girls in that ballroom, and you just had to choose her." Mana stated with an eyebrow raised. Atem smiled as he remembered the kiss he and Asenath had shared.

"Yes, I did." He answered before his eye caught something glittering gold in the moonlight. He bent and picked it up, only to find the scarab necklace the girl had been wearing both when he first met her as well as that night. His thumb smoothed over it. "I will find you again, my love... Even if it will be the last thing I ever do." He swore to himself, looking up at the stars as he prayed to the gods to keep his future bride safe until he could find her.

Meanwhile, just as Asenath neared her home, everything touched by the gods' magic went back to what it was before, including Asenath's gown, and Obelisk reappearing as a man in blue armor. It was then that Asenath realized the scarab necklace was missing. She looked around in a frantic panic before feeling the lotus flower still in her hair. She took it out and held it, praying that Atem was keeping the necklace safe for her. Obelisk dusted himself off before noticing the smile that graced Asenath's face as she held a Lotus flower in her hand. "I take it you had a fun time?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, a smile gracing his features. Asenath nodded, smiling up at him.

"It was so much more than I could have ever hoped for. Thank you... Will you thank Ra and Slifer for me as well?" Asenath asked in response. Obelisk smiled back and nodded.

"I shall." Obelisk promised, watching Asenath retreat inside the house before he disappeared into the night, rejoining his brothers. The next morning, the old Pharaoh passed away with his son beside him. When it was announced throughout the kingdom, Asenath's heart broke for Atem, knowing the pain he was suffering through.

When the time for mourning had passed, it was announced that the new Pharaoh declared his love for the young woman he was with at the ball. It was decreed that the kingdom be searched for her using the slipper she had left behind. If found, she would be brought to the Palace and if she would have him, he would marry her. The news came as a surprise to Asenath, but it was proof to her that he cared for her as much as she cared for him. She hurried back home to prepare, but found her stepmother awaiting her in her room, holding the slipper that had been left to her by the gods. "This must have quite a story behind it... Care to tell me?" Tiye asked her. Asenath remained where she was, her eyes remaining on her stepmother in that moment. "No? Then you will answer my questions. Did you steal it?" Asenath shook her head.

"It was given to me."

"Given to you?" Tiye scoffed. "Nothing is ever given, for everything we must pay and pay..."

"That is not true. Kindness is free, love is free..."

"Love is not free, do not be naive. Now, here is how you will pay me... If you are to have what you desire. No one will believe you, a dirty servant girl without a family, if you lay claim to the Prince's heart. But, with a respectable gentlewoman to put you forward, you will not be ignored. When you are married, you will make me head of the royal household. Maye and Nenet we will pair off with wealthy lords, and I shall manage that... boy." Tiye's last words brought a flare of anger to Asenath.

"He is not a boy." She told her stepmother. Her stepmother glared at her, unaware that Nenet was on the other side of the door, able to hear her mother's every word.

"And who are you? How would you rule a kingdom? Best to leave it to me, that way we all get what we want." Tiye told her before turning to leave the room, believing she had trapped Asenath into agreeing. Asenath's mind raced, tears forming in her eyes before a determined look crossed her face. She couldn't allow her stepmother to even have the chance to control Atem. She loved him too much for that...

"No." Asenath definently answered, making Tiye stop in her tracks. Tiye slowly turned around, her anger rising.

"No?" Tiye asked. Through a shaking breath, Asenath continued.

"I failed to protect my beloved father from you, but I will protect the Prince and the kingdom, from you... No matter what will become of me." Asenath vowed as tears fell down her face.

"Well... That is a mistake!" Tiye shouted before swinging open the door and looking at Asenath. "It is time your defiant tongue is silenced, Asenath!" Leaving the room, Tiye slammed the door shut despite Asenath's best attempts to stop her, and locked it behind her. Tiye ignored the screams and shouts of her stepdaughter, unknowing that her own daughter had witnessed everything. Nenet's own emerald eyes filled with tears, looking at the door of her stepsister's room. She had to do something.... She had to... But, she couldn't free Asenath without the key from her mother...

Over the next couple days, a battalion of guards and three priests searched the kingdom far and wide to find the young woman. But, no matter how many girls they tried the slipper on, the slipper's magic prevented anyone but its true owner from fitting it... No matter how eligible..... Before long, the time came for Tiye's daughters to be tried, being the last girls in the kingdom to try on the slipper. Locked in her room, Asenath didn't know who had come, nor did she care. She closed her eyes as she fondly remembered the ball, and the kiss Atem had given her. She knew that eventually, the moments with Atem at the ball would fade to memory, just as the moments of her parents and her childhood. Nenet was the first to be tried, and the second the slipper was found not to fit, Maye shoved her out of the way to try on the slipper. After several failed attempts, she too, couldn't make the slipper fit. The younger of the priests, a young man with striking blue eyes, turned to Tiye. "Madam, is there no other girl we may try?" He asked.

"No one else, my lord." Tiye answered, lying through her teeth. Nenet noticed this, and it certainly didn't go unnoticed by one of the priests either, something around his neck giving off a golden glow.

"Seto, I sense she is lying." Mahad brought up to the younger priest.

"Nonsense. I sense no ill intent from this woman." The other priest spoke, an adviser to the old Pharaoh. As the men argued, Nenet knew what she had to do. Closing her eyes, Nenet spoke up.

"My mother is indeed lying to you, my lords." Nenet told them, making the argument come to a halt and Tiye to look at her with a piercing look.

"Nenet, I suggest you watch your tongue..."

"Enough, Mother!" Nenet's emerald eyes snapped open, glaring at her own mother. "I am sick and tired of your lies, and it is about time someone in this family stood up for her because she has done everything she could for everyone else. She deserves the chance at a better life, you have done nothing but be cruel to her since you first married Osiris, may the gods allow him eternal peace and rest!" Suprised by her own daughter's outburst, Tiye stood still in shock.

"Who is this other girl you speak of?" Mahad asked. Nenet bowed her head.

"My stepsister, my lord. My mother married her father a few years ago. He died 2 years ago protecting our Pharaoh, and my mother and sister have been cruel to his daughter ever since." Nenet answered.

"Where is she?" Seto asked.

"My mother locked her away in her room." Nenet answered. Tiye glared at her own daughter's betrayal.

"Madam, you will open that door and allow the girl to try on the slipper, or you will be tried for treason." A hooded figure interrupted Tiye. Tiye turned to the hooded figure in rage.

"How dare you give orders to me! Who do you think..." Tiye was cut short when the hooded figure revealed himself to be the young Pharaoh, Atem. With a pale face, Tiye dropped low to the ground with her left foot forward, her daughters following her example. Atem looked at Nenet.

"I can see it took great courage for you to speak up. You will be rewarded for your honesty." Atem told Nenet. "What is your name?"

"My name is Nenet, Your Majesty, and I seek no reward but to see my stepsister happy once again." Nenet answered. Atem smiled at her before turning to Tiye with a stern expression.

"Now, I command that you unlock the room at once." He commanded.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Tiye responded.

"Mahad, will you investigate?" Atem murmured.

"It shall be my pleasure, my Pharaoh." Mahad replied before following Tiye to Asenath's room.

When the door was unlocked and opened, Asenath stood, watching as the priest from when she had first met Atem entered the room behind her stepmother. "There! You see, I told you, it is no one of any importance!" Tiye exclaimed.

"We shall see about that." Mahad told her before bowing his head in respect to Asenath, gaining a respectful bow in return. "Miss, you are requested and required to present yourself to the Prince." Tiye rushed forward.

"I forbid you to do this."

"And I forbid you to forbid her. Who are you to stop a Priest in the Pharaoh's court? Are you an empress? A saint? A deity?" Mahad asked. Tiye looked at Asenath.

"I am her mother." She lied once again.

"You never have been, nor ever will be, my mother." Asenath told her stepmother. Mahad's gaze shifted from Tiye to Asenath.

"Come now, miss." Mahad told her before turning to leave the room, unknowing of Tiye harshly grabbing Asenath by the arm, making her stop for a brief moment.

"Just remember who you are, you wretch." Tiye snarled in her ear before letting Asenath go, the younger woman behind her stepmother as they walked back into the main room. Asenath was uncertain of how Atem would react to seeing her as nothing but a common girl, but the words her father had once told her rang in her mind once more, drowning out her stepmother's words and renewing her courage. She entered the room Mahad had gestured for her to go in, seeing Atem turn around the same moment she entered the room. For the third time, their eyes once again met. A smile spread across Atem's face as he recognized the face of his true love, of his princess.... His smile caused Asenath to smile back as she bowed to him.

"Who are you?" He asked, knowing that this time, he would finally know the name of his true love.

"I am Asenath. My Pharaoh, I am no princess... I have no carriage, no parents, no dowry, I do not even know if that beautiful slipper will fit... But, if it does, will you take me as I am? An honest country girl who loves you?" She asked. Atem smiled.

"Of course, I will... But only if you will take me as I am... An apprentice still learning his trade." Atem answered, the smile never wavering from his face. Asenath smiled back, fighting back the happy tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Atem stepped to her, gently wiping away a tear that had escaped her eye as Mahad and Seto watched. Once she was seated, he knelt in front of her and placed the slipper on her foot... It was a perfect fit. He took both of her hands and helped her stand. Atem smiled down at Asenath before holding up the scarab necklace. Asenath gasped when she saw it.

"You kept it safe for me." She stated as she looked up at him before lifting up her hair as Atem returned it to her neck.

"Of course, my love." Atem replied before holding out his arm for her to take. "Shall we?" She smiled and with a nod, left her childhood home behind.

Within days, due to wedding preparations needing to be complete, Atem and Asenath were married. Together, they accomplished great things until the day they paid the ultamite sacrifice for their country, leaving a brave and powerful princess in their place to carry on their legacy....

But that, my readers, is another story ;)

5000 Years Later....

"All right, class, settle down. We have a new student today." The teacher told the class, having to shout over the students talking. Yugi smiled a bit as he glanced at Joey and Tristan talking excitedly, Tèa rolling her eyes at the two's antics. Next to him in spirit form was the Nameless Pharaoh, the spirit of the Millennium Puzzle who he had named Yami. Yami chuckled as he watched his modern day friends before a sudden hush fell over the room. Yami watched, stunned and frozen in place, as a young girl with gold flecked hazel eyes and dark auburn hair entered the room. As she introduced herself, Yami noticed the spirit beside her... Why did the spirit look so familiar?

In spirit form, Asenath looked around her host's new classroom, trying to calm the girl's nerves through the mind link. 5000 years in locked away in her Millennium Item meant that her memories of her past other than her name were erased, and it was something her sweet hikari, Yuka, was trying to help her uncover. However, she stopped looking around the room when she spotted a pair of amethyst eyes that seemed familiar to her. Why did he look so familiar? The two, however, couldn't deny the strong connection they felt. While they didn't know who they were to each other in the past, they knew one thing.....

They wouldn't have to uncover their past alone anymore....

(A/N: That's it for this one! XD would have been longer, but, I've hit the max limit! Like, reblog and comment down below if you would want a continuation of Atem and Asenath's days as Pharaoh and Queen. A big big thank you to @vivinightingale for helping me edit and write this story ^.^)

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Evolution of Partners in Crime

Ok this is a totally random post and it honestly has no point but that's whatever. Basically I'm gonna be talking about my crime kids + the new additions I have yet to reveal.

and yknow what? If you want, rb this with your ocs evolution, or make your own oc evolution post. I'd love to hear it.

Ok, so when I thought of Sage and Asher, their original names were Erika and Cain. Those are the names of my original story ocs, and they basically double as filler names for fandom ocs until I decide whether or not I wanna make them a thing.

Asher was originally a thief, born and raised. He left his family of thieves to make it on his own.

Sage was originally an ex-ninja student. She was banished from her monastery after accidentally losing control and harming a fellow student. Alone and on the streets, she started stealing, using her ninja skills to make a living.

One day, she runs into Asher on a job. They end up having to rely on eachother to make it out alive. They then agree to become partners. Note that this version of Sage and Asher did not consider eachother family.

Then, I decided I would start posting about them on here. You'll notice in the first post I made about them, their outfits had similarities to ninja outfits.

The more I drew them and wrote for them, the more their story came together.

I battled between Sage and Asher meeting at an orphanage or meeting on the streets. It wasn't until I rewatched RWBY that I got inspiration for how they met. Think Ren and Nora but without the romance.

it was just going to be them, but then I wanted to make an EM. So, I started figuring out Marion. I wanted him to have an element that was dangerous, that was feared. I threw around the idea of the master of string or blood (bloodbending ref. for my fellow ATLA fans), hence the pun in his name "Marionette".(like the puppet). It took me a while before I decided on Fear.

Marion's  evolution went alot smoother than Sage and Asher's because I already knew what Marion's story was going to be. He was this sweet, innocent kid who had no idea what power he held within. He didn't know what the cuffs on his wrists were, or why they were there.

Honestly the most evolution was figuring out how the element of fear worked. I knew there was an aura. I started looking up animals that represented fear. Initially it was going to be spiders, but bats practically leapt out at me.

Drax, the elemental representative bat, was originally going to be Marion's elemental dragon. That idea lasted about a week.

The next evolution was adding Morro (which I have yet to announce). He joins about a year after Marion unlocks his power. He stands as a mentor to Marion.

Then we have Sage's tats and Asher and Sage's motorcycles.

Now, I'm gonna talk about the new characters. The characters that are part of adult Marion 's life.

first off, a little on Adult Marion. He's a ninja, the grey ninja. He leads a small team and helps train the next generation, aka the trainees. The public has mixed opinions on him. Some adore him, he's such a sweet and caring guy. Others however, only see his element, and what it can do.

Onto the other characters

Calvin Rune- 19, dyed black hair, black eyes. He's a dark sorcerer. His eyes glow purple when he uses his magic, and his weapon of choice is a kopesh. Knows spinjitzu. He is Marion's best friend. He's sarcastic, usually sounds somewhat bored. But if you mess with his friends, his niece and nephews, or the trainees you better be ready for his wrath.

Zoe Rose Johnson- 18, dyed lilac purple hair, brown eyes. They're the team medic. Always  has a bag filled with supplies, weapon of choice is a simple staff. Knows spinjitzu. They're Marion's romantic partner/date mate. They're sweet, silly, and very caring. Marion describes their laugh as like little silver bells.

Onto the trainees.

Damian Kieren- The adopted son of Neuro and current holder of the Element of Mind. He's around 11, the oldest of the trainees. Tends to act like he knows everything, very proud and sarcastic. DONT MESS WITH HIS PILLOW(aka don't put stuff in it)s

Aurora Cyan- Daughter of the master of illusion and current holder of the Element of Illusion. Around 10. Is shy, quiet, and sweet. Essentially the big sister to the trainees.

Jaxon Oak- Son of Bolobo(prolly spelt that wrong) and current holder of the Element of Nature. Around 10. He's goofy, not very serious, has a tendency to slack off. But he means well.

and that's it for now.

again I'd love to see the evolution of your ocs.

[scifirice]

Gemsona weapon ideas part 16

parts 1  2  3  4  5 6  7  8  9  10  11  12  13 14 15

use them for non steven universe ocs if ya want. I may not be into this fandom very much, but these weapon posts have helped inspire a lot of people so that’s why i make these. i sometimes browse the gemsona tags and see people use the ides i’ve provided. and that just warms my heart. so go ahead, reblog or fave this post to save it for later, regardless of your feelings towards this fandom. That’s why these are here.

The Shotel is a sword from africa i believe. not quite like a sickle or a kopesh, but i think it looks neat.

The Manriki is a ninja weapon that is basically a chain whip with two weights on the end for extra punch.

The Bar Mace is the unholy combination of a flanged mace and a sword.

Warhammers dont have to be giant sledgehammers. there are smaller one handed versions too.

a medieval executioner’s sword looks pretty neat.

the Tepoztopilli is the spear equivalent of a macuahuitl

the Shillelagh club comes from Ireland, i like the idea of a war club with a spike on the end.

i dont know what this is called. but its from India and looks like someone made a kukri into a sword.

the Federschwert is a German longsword made for sparring.

and finally there is the Kelwang sword from Indonesia. looks odd, but in a cool way.

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In the Blue

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Author's note: Mermay for Imhoden.

Summary: Imhoden gets to know his bonded some more.

Warnings: ... Let me know if I need to add more.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

Imhoden had visited the lovely human who had rescued him, several times, as his schedule allowed him to. They were, to his utter delight, a scuba diver who works for a sustainable and ecologically friendly pearl farm. They also volunteered on their off hours to help rescue sea life from the mal-practices of Ancient Terra's humans.

As a gift to them, he'd sing to her oysters and use his carefully, hard won power, which was so much more difficult to use on Ancient Terra to help bless her oysters with more harvest, larger, more lustrous pearls, and of course, more likely to have the rare, and more expensive colors more often, with the better grades of pearls more often. Not that he'd told his lovely human that, yet.

He would also swim in the depths to find lost, or forgotten oyster farms that are in depths that are harder for base line humans to reach to help them out. They'd thank him for his help, delighted and surprised. He was lounging on the side, his elbows on the dock as he watches their clever, small hands carefully open up the oysters and pull out the pearls carefully, and putting in a new 'nucleus' to sustainably harvest the pearl oysters, telling him what they were doing, and how they were.

They also had a video Chanel that they used to promote safe practices and get a secondary source of income to help sell their pearls. They had a synergistic partnership with a local jewelry maker that collaborated on making stunning pieces of jewelry that they sold to their fellow base line humans. He'd only grumbled and hissed at the Jewelry's Bonded Salamander a little bit, calming down once he realized he was bonded to the Gem, rather than trying to poach Imhoden's pearl.

The two humans had been keeping a careful eye on how the two of the interacted. With 'gem' as the Salamander nicknamed their human with a nuzzle sometimes petting his head, which helped soothe the larger Astartes. Also, his lovely human would pet him, yes, those feel nice and he'd curl around you with a happy purr.

He's got the best scale colors, that sparkle so wonderfully in the sun. Pay attention to him and not the uppity Salamander. Although he tries not to distract you while you are making your videos and harvesting the pearls sustainably. He would, occasionally allow his scales, and form to be spotted when they made diving videos of retrieving the pearls.

Those episodes where a rare astartes was spotted always did well, with many millions of views. Whatever that meant, but it made you happy and that's one of his main goals, is to make you happy, keep you save and well loved and cared for. He was even mostly ignoring and not being 'a menace who teases the Dragon' most of the time, unless he thought you were giving the other Space Marine more attention than that Loyalist Asshole deserved.

"You are such a jealous, pouty mer!" You state at him in amused exasperation.

"I do not sulk!" Imhoden says all offended and scowling at you before turning away from you, pretending to ignore you as he sulks.

"Fine then, I won't share my dinner of fish and citrus then," You say casually as you grab the meal that you'd prepared for both yourself and your merman to feed on.

You see the way one of his fins twitches and have to hide a smirk with a bite of the food and humming about how good it was. Slowly Imhoden turned around and swam over, curling his large, scaley form around you, making sure not to squish you as he clings and peers up at you with wide puppy eyes. Wanting the food, but also not wanting to ask for it as he lets out little whines and trills at you sadly.

Oh no, not the puppy eyes! You sigh and close your eyes in defeat before ripping off a piece of the fish and offering it to him. He perks up visibly and gently eats the food from your hands purring like a large, wet cat. As much trouble and as dramatic as Imhoden can be at times, he's usually rather sweet. You had heard that most Thousand Sons could be rather aloof and cat-like at times. And you definitely could see that in Imhoden, but also like cats, if you gain their trust and respect their boundaries, they can be incredibly affection and clinging people.