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Soul division Chapter 5

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Soul division

Chapter 5: A long held secret


Yugi slowly started to recover after he had woken up the first time. He rested a lot, but woke up every now and then so he could eat and drink, though it was difficult to get him to do so. He was basically terrified of every person that came near him. The only person that he allowed near him was Atem. So, despite being a Pharaoh, Atem had taken the job of nursing the boy back to health.

Over the days Yugi continued trying to speak, but whenever he tried that excruciating pain returned. Even when he tried to ignore it still no sound came from his throat. Thus Yugi was unable to tell who he was or where he came from, which frustrated him immensely.

Now that they were pretty sure the boy was going to live, the Priests and a healer were discussing his case in the throne room.

“His wounds are healing normally, and thanks to his healthy eating habits he’s slowly gaining weight and strength. I think we should try to get him out of bed in a few days. His legs will be weak and he’ll have to regain that strength slowly, but I think it’s best for him to start walking as soon as possible.” The healer reported.

“There is just one problem.” A tall brown haired man with blue eyes, holding the Millenium rod in his right hand growled, “It seems he only trusts one person and I refuse to degrade my cousin to the position of a nurse.”

“Calm down Seto.” Atem replied, “I don’t mind being with the boy if I’m the only one who can help him. Isn’t it my duty as Pharaoh to help my people?”

Priest Seto glared at his cousin, “You help your people by being here and making decisions for the good of Kemet, not by concerning yourself with one meaningless boy.”

“Hold your tongue Seto!” Atem hissed, “I will not allow you to insult someone who can’t defend himself, even if he is a commoner or a slave.”

“Speaking of which master healer,” Mahad interrupted and addressed the healer, “Do you have an explanation as to why the boy only seems to trust the Pharaoh?”

“No Lord Mahad. The boy’s gruesome treatment by the Thief King’s band explains his anxiety and unwillingness to trust anyone, but I don’t understand why this boy has no trouble trusting the Pharaoh.”

“I…I might have an explanation.” Everybody turned to Shimon, “However, I have been sworn to secrecy by former Pharaoh Aknamkanon, so I wish to discuss my theory with the Pharaoh in private.”

Atem looked at his old adviser and nodded. He stood up and left the throne room through a door at the side of the room. Shimon followed his king to his study nearby. Inside Atem sat down in his chair by his desk and gestured for Shimon to sit opposite from him.

“What is your theory then Shimon?”

Shimon shifted nervously in his chair and said, “Shimon, you are the only one who knows the truth and I want you swear to take this truth with you to the grave. My son must never learn of what has happened, for I fear for his life if he does.” He looked up at Atem, “Those were your father’s exact words, and up until now I have kept my word. Do you want me to break my vow my Pharaoh?”

Atem looked at the man before him. He had been his father most trusted adviser and Atem had always regarded him as a grandfather. He knew the vow to a Pharaoh was not easily broken, especially if his life depended on it. He was unsure whether he should force Shimon to break it.

“Shimon, without breaking your vow, can you tell me how this boy threatens my life?”

“It’s not so much that the boy itself is a threat my Pharaoh, but it is for the truth of what he is that may be harmful to you.”

“I heard you say ‘may be’ does this mean that you do not know for sure that the truth will harm me?”

Shimon nodded, “Your father thought the truth may be harmful to you, but we were never sure. We just thought keeping it a secret was for the best.”

“I see.” Atem lowered his eyes, thinking about what his adviser had said. After a moment of silence he looked back up and continued, “Shimon, as Pharaoh of Kemet and with the gods as my witnesses, I command you to break your vow with my father, and tell of this secret.”

Shimon lowered his eyes and took a deep breath, “Your will, my Pharaoh. It happened a long time ago when you were only two years old. Your uncle, Aknadin, had always resented that his twin brother, your father, was chosen to become the next Pharaoh. We were all unaware of Aknadin’s jealousy and your father made him a Priest and trusted his advice even more than mine. Aknadin devoted his spare time to studying the Millennium spell book, an old tome of magic which no one was ever able to translate. For some reason Aknadin was able to crack it. He used the Millennium spell book to create the Millennium items that you and your six Priests still use today, but that wasn’t all. He knew when you were born that neither he nor his son Seto would ever rise to the throne, so he plotted to kill you and your father.”

Shimon fell silent as Atem raised his hand, “Shimon, I know about all that. I know that my uncle tried to poison me when I was still young. He has been punished for his actions by my father. What’s the point to telling me this?”

“It is important to remember about those events to understand what I’m about to tell you. You see, you weren’t poisoned.” Shimon saw the surprise on Atem face but continued, “He could have, and with some careful planning he would probably have succeeded. But after fashioning the Millennium items Aknadin’s lust for power grew even bigger. He used the Millennium spell book to try to get rid of you. He wanted to use a spell that would extract your soul from your body and dooming it to roam this world for eternity.”

Atem had started to shake now. Angry for what his uncle had wanted to do to him. He could’ve just tried to kill him, but instead, he had wanted his two-year-old nephew to suffer for eternity. Shimon placed a hand on his arm, “But he didn’t succeed. You are still here. Your father stopped his brother before he could complete the spell.”

Atem took a deep breath to calm himself down, “But how is this related in any way to the boy?”

“Although Aknadin couldn’t finish the spell, he was able to extract a part of your soul. I don’t know how to explain it, but I think that boy might be your missing soul. It somehow managed to become real.”

Tears had started to run down on Atem’s face. He ran through all the implications of what Shimon had just disclosed to him. He had lost a part of his soul, and somehow that part was now lying injured in the palace. He wasn’t the person who he was meant to be. He shook his head, trying to cope with the thought that he was incomplete.

“This is why your father never wanted you to know. Because you didn’t know, you thought you were just normal, and you lived your life like any other person. Your father feared of what you might do if you knew.”

“Leave me.” Atem said through his tears and anger, “I want to be alone.”

Shimon nodded and stood up to leave the room, hoping that Atem’s father would be proven wrong, and that Atem would come to terms with the truth about himself.
Late update, I know! I was away for a few days without any internet, so I couldn't update sooner. Plus, I'm currently watching the concert in honour of our new king Willem-Alexander. So I'll keep it short.

The title basically says it all. And Seto gets to be an ass like always. But he'll be in character by being a loyal ass, so don't expect him to cause any trouble. He's not like his father!

Enjoy! :heart:

And now for some mandatory copyright notices:
Yu-Gi-Oh! and its characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi.
Soul division belongs to me, and guess who that is ;).

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