Post by samcybercat on Jan 1, 2013 11:24:55 GMT -5
It was hard to learn the lesson that the world was not a terrible place when you were Priest Seto.
It was even harder to learn said lesson when the world had blessed you with a war that had resulted in the deaths of almost everyone you held dear. The Pharaoh had left this world, the fellow priests following him to the afterlife on his heels, his own father had... had used him in a sick political game, before dying himself. Dying was a reoccurring theme, as of late.
And yet, before Pharaoh Atem had left he had placed upon Seto's lap the responsibility of ruling in his steed. A cruel twist of fate, considering that had been what his father had wanted for him. It was something that Seto knew he had to do, for the sake of his country. Seto was a man of duty.
One person who didn't live for duty was one of the few other survivors of Zorc's attack, a young magician's apprentice called Mana, who now lived without a master.
She was not someone who Seto had spent very much time with in the past. They had both lived in the palace since they were young, but they never really got along. Mana found Seto to be dull and Seto found Mana to be childish.
But fate would have it that they were the ones left alive to clean up the mess that the war had left behind.
Which of course they would rise to the duty of doing.
In a roundabout way.
Seto was currently holed up in his study, hunched over some scrolls that he was writing on, for the sole purpose of distracting himself from his duties. There was so much of what happened that he wasn't allowed to document, but for what wasn't forbidden to him, Seto found peace in writing about. Written words were what made history. He liked the power to make history.
He had ordered the guards to leave him alone. And no one in the kingdom would be rude enough to disobey a direct order from his lips. He assumed.
It was even harder to learn said lesson when the world had blessed you with a war that had resulted in the deaths of almost everyone you held dear. The Pharaoh had left this world, the fellow priests following him to the afterlife on his heels, his own father had... had used him in a sick political game, before dying himself. Dying was a reoccurring theme, as of late.
And yet, before Pharaoh Atem had left he had placed upon Seto's lap the responsibility of ruling in his steed. A cruel twist of fate, considering that had been what his father had wanted for him. It was something that Seto knew he had to do, for the sake of his country. Seto was a man of duty.
One person who didn't live for duty was one of the few other survivors of Zorc's attack, a young magician's apprentice called Mana, who now lived without a master.
She was not someone who Seto had spent very much time with in the past. They had both lived in the palace since they were young, but they never really got along. Mana found Seto to be dull and Seto found Mana to be childish.
But fate would have it that they were the ones left alive to clean up the mess that the war had left behind.
Which of course they would rise to the duty of doing.
In a roundabout way.
Seto was currently holed up in his study, hunched over some scrolls that he was writing on, for the sole purpose of distracting himself from his duties. There was so much of what happened that he wasn't allowed to document, but for what wasn't forbidden to him, Seto found peace in writing about. Written words were what made history. He liked the power to make history.
He had ordered the guards to leave him alone. And no one in the kingdom would be rude enough to disobey a direct order from his lips. He assumed.