Yugioh Atem, The Foreign Guard

Chapter 1 New Land

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING
Hi! This is my first fan-fic I have ever made so please leave your thoughts in the comments and give a little grace! Also this story is in a bit of a awkward middle point of me working on it, so pardon my dust! Hopefully it won't take to long.

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The sky behind the mud brick window began to change from the dark pitch of night to the soft warm tones of daylight as Ra began his assent into the sky over the city of Napata. Amanishakheto didn't stir from her position on the reed and wood bed that sat low on the floor, though she has been in that position for quite some time. Thoughts buzzed through her mind like flies, thoughts of the previous day.

The king of Kush, King Natasen, had ordered her to travel the next morning to Egypt as a mercenary to become head of the royal guard. She knew that as head of military it would be necessary to travel, but why so soon and far? Was she really so much of a nuisance here that they could only hope of sending her away?

To her, it was her power that discomforted the king and his advisors, but she served them well in the two years of her service. Due to her late father's high rank in the military, Amani climbed fast with tremendous strength and willpower.

She rolled on her back at the thought of her father and pulled up the cotton blanket, still slightly damp to help with the hot night. Her father, Akar, was a good man. One who knew how to stand up for what was right and never gave up, no matter how dire the situation. That's what made him such a great general; people wanted to follow him. He possessed a kind laugh and smile that warmed hearts and his strong words and sword had the ability to rally up thousands. With all of these great traits it's no wonder her mother, Semet, fell in love with him so quickly.

Her mother was kind as well with a voice so enchanting, the ibis would stop and hear her sing. Though she was sweet, she wasn't afraid to stand up for herself or get onto her husband. Amani hadn't known her father for very long, when she was ten summers old her father left for war and never returned. Her mother was devastated with the loss and grieved greatly. A few weeks after, they discovered that she was with child, which filled Semet with happiness again. Shortly after the birth of her sister Kasaqua, her mother passed away leaving Amani and the small, frail Kasaqua alone in the great nation of Kush.

Heaving up into a sitting position, Amani swung her legs out of the bed and stood. Caressing the sides of her head with her hand, the room spun as she slowed her movements to stop the dizzy spell. I knew I should have gotten some sleep, I'm definitely going to regret that later. She thought as she wrapped her chest in strips of cloth then put on a white tunic. Tying up her black, braided shoulder length hair into a ponytail with a small piece of cord, Amani slipped on her well worn reed sandals. Her room was fairly large, the second largest room aside from the courtyard. A large wooden chest that sat in the corner of her room held her personal items and clothing, a bed residing beside it, and a small table holding a small bronze mirror, the one her father gave her, and her mother's red and blue sash. A Colorful rug adorned the floor and made the light brown room seem brighter.

Walking over to the table, Amani picked up the sash and tied it around her waist before picking up the mirror and taking one last look in it. Though slightly discolored from the bronze, she could still see her ebony features and striking blue eyes, ones that her late mother and sister shared. She had sharp features, but kind eyes that could just as easily make a person shiver in fear, as well as calm the neighborhood children.

Tucking a small braid that had escaped behind her ear, Amani stashed the mirror in the leather satchel beside the table. With the last of her items packed, she pushed aside the pale blue curtain separating her room from the small hallway to the center of the house where the kitchen was. One of their two servants, Nensela, was throwing sticks into the clay oven, preparing today's bread. The kitchen was tucked away in the corner of the courtyard and across from it sat a small covered area with a few plants decorating the ground, where rugs and cushions sat ready if there was ever any company.