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The sounds of the whip cracking on the hot sand, the dragging of feet across the hot sand, the sweat of the slaves trickling down their tired bodies, the starvation and dehydration afflicting many of the older and younger slaves as they struggle to carry their load of stones to the building sites of either the pyramids or a new statue of the pharaoh or of one of the Egyptian gods, and the sound of screams filling the dry air as someone is whipped for being too slow or too weak. These are the sounds that a young slave, named Yuugi, had grown up listening to as he worked under the blistering sun of Ra, the god of all gods. Yuugi is a sixteen-y

Chapter 10 (I DO NOT OWN YUGIOH) For once Yugi felt like sleeping in in the morning, today was a holiday for the museum so he had no work. When the light poring through his window along with the persistent growls of his stomach and need to empty his bladder finally forced him out of the bed, he felt lighter than he had in ages. There was a strange lightness to his steps and he was humming to himself while he was showering and changing the bandages on his shoulder. He was actually quietly singing as he got dressed in the new clothes that Atem had gotten for him, before heading down to the kitchen for breakfast. He wasn’t even halfway d