Pharaoh

The sky is cloudless, blue as the gentleness of the earth.

In the distance, the rising sun shines on the earth, reflecting dazzling light on the surface of the long river that seems to have no end.

The abrupt tall buildings rise in the air, as if standing between the sky and the earth.

why am i here.

The boy in his pajamas was holding a small golden cabinet in his hand, standing barefoot against the wind on the empty high platform, thinking seriously about this question.

He should have been in his room getting ready for bed.

At that time, he was not sleepy on the bed, because he was bored, he opened the golden cabinet next to the bed and played with the three phantom cards in the box.

Lying on the bed on his back, he stretched out the three magic cards in front of him and waved them boredly.

If people in the dueling world saw it, they would definitely scold him with disgust for treating the precious god card like this.

It's just that for him who has faded out of the dueling world, no matter how precious the phantom card is, it's just a card.

"It's too sad if the card is useless."

Kyoko once said this to him, and he also considered giving these three god cards to good duelists.

But once he thought that this was the only relic he had left, he hesitated.

This hesitation lasted for two years.

It's almost time to forget what should be forgotten.

Memories are enough, people always have to move forward.

he thinks,

It's time to give the cards to someone who will let them fight to their heart's content.

He stroked the three cards lightly, the moonlight passing through the skylight happened to fall on his eyes through the cards.

He suddenly found that when the three cards overlapped under the light, strange characters would appear.

He recognized it as the language of ancient Egypt.

He had never learned the language of ancient Egypt, but the ancient Egyptian language that appeared on the card happened to be the only one he knew.

He was silent for a long time, and the moonlight shone on the card and on his face for a long time.

He finally pronounced the character softly.

The memory stopped abruptly with a strange light──

When he woke up, he had come to this strange place wearing pajamas and barefoot with a gold cabinet for no reason.

He stood on the edge of the high platform and looked down, the just-rising sun was shining on his face.

At dizzying heights, the wide white river flows quietly, dotted with green around it.

As far as the eye can see, it seems to see the endless golden sand grains on the horizon.

"who!"

A loud shout startled him, he waved his arms and tried his best to stabilize his body that almost fell off the edge of the platform.

When he turned around, the sun shone from behind him, casting his face in shadow.

He hugged the golden cabinet tightly in his arms, feeling at a loss for a while.

Because taking a step back is hanging in the air, so just move the heel back a little bit.

what is happening……

His mind was in turmoil for a moment.

"Come on!"

"Unknown assassins have invaded!"

"Call all the guards!"

The bustling noise resounded all around, increasing the tension in the air.

The fear of not being able to see the enemy's face made the guards clenched their spears even more nervously, aiming at the boy who was actually not tall at all.

This is the only way for the pharaoh to go to the palace to discuss matters every day. If there is a small accident that desecrates the noble king, everyone will apologize with death.

"Go back."

There was a deep and powerful shout.

The familiar voice stopped his breathing for a second while holding the golden cabinet at a loss.

He looked up in the direction of the sound.

The guards surrounding him slowly receded, making way for a passage.

The young king, who seemed to have come out of the sun, just raised his hand, and the people around him fell to the ground and retreated respectfully.

The snow-white cloak made a sound of fluttering in the wind, like waves stirring up waves in the air.

Arms with a light brown complexion were raised from the snow-white cloak, and the contrast became more and more abrupt.

The Eye of Horus on the forehead reflected golden light, and the sound of the crisp metal ornaments echoing.

The golden hair of the coming Boy King merged with the sunlight, and his crimson pupils were as proud as burning flames.

Like the high sun god, looking down on the ants in the world.

"Sinner who trespassed on Pharaoh's temple, tell me why you came."

The sonorous and powerful voice cannot be refuted or questioned.

That is the order of the supreme king.

If you don't answer immediately, you will probably be executed immediately.

Even though he thought so, his heart suddenly became angry for no reason.

He expressed his silent protest with silence.

The rising sun slanted behind him, casting shadows over his face.

So his silence angered the supreme boy king.

The young pharaoh stepped forward, looking down at the trespasser in front of him with an oppressive air.

"Answer me! Disrespectful fellow!"

The deep voice was tinged with coercion because of the king's anger.

The nameless fire in my heart burned hotter and hotter.

He looked up slowly.

The rising sun matched his slowly raised head.

The sun fell on his face.

Everyone present gasped in surprise.

Only the young king was silent, he looked at his face silently, at the face that was exactly the same as his own.

He looked at the young king, the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

He said, "Nice to meet you, Brother Wang."

The crimson cold pupils seemed to be looking into his soul.

He met her gaze, unblinking, smiling.

He smiled innocently like a child like before, with the brilliance of the rising sun.

The earth is very still, only the sound of the wind passing over the Nile.