As she thought, and yet not as she expected at all. A rather polite young man. She could have never expected his connection. The scriptures she grew up with never really spoke of the sister clan. Tho her mind did draw to image the Man she and Marik met on his 11th birthday. She had learned a little about him in the following years from an unlikely source. She thought of the story Pegasus had told her about acquiring the millennium eye. That was the only way she learned of Shadi’s name, the connection.
She wondered if the young man’s master was one and the same. It seemed likely. Yet the information that drew her attention was not the who, but the where.
“You lived here?” The surprise was clear in her voice. A soft sound escaped her, it was impossible to tell if it was a bitter laugh, or a suppressed sob. “Then we grew along side each other. My childhood home consist of the tombs down below our very feet, and stretching beyond just this ruin.”
How should she introduce herself or her brother? Her role was of no consequences anymore, and any extended tomb keeper clan remaining today had scattered to the winds after the Pharaoh departed. But part of her felt compelled to offer the young man an answer to perhaps ease him, yet not Identify her if he wished to seek her out.
“You are welcome to call me as my friends do, by the name Ishizu. And I was once the keeper of the Millennium necklace. My brother was the keeper of the Pharaoh’s lost memories, I believe he may be… about your age? Tho it is hard to tell in the dark.”
She looked down, placing a hand over her neck and chest, a habit of old. “His role was one of great physical and mental pain and sorrow. Because of his life he is often tortured by our past. That has been, exasperated by the tombs desecration. I fear he may choose a permanent solution to a temporary problem…”
She sighed, and finally moved away from the edge of the hole, in his direction. “Forgive my boldness, and hypocrisy, but… whatever you are struggling with. I urge you to seek your answers among the living. It is only in living that one can move past the darkness to find the Light.”
She stopped near him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, praying she did not overstep. “We will all be ok.”
Befuddled, he glanced down at the ground beneath his feet. The writings the Plana had found about the tombkeepers never had any hint at the location of the clan’s residence. Yet here it was, apparently beneath their own feet this entire time. Diva wished he could ask Master Shin… why had he gone such lengths to hide these people’s existence? What was Diva missing?
It seemed they had more in common than previously thought, though…He had a lot to consider, as well as some things to look into.
Diva is shaken out of his line of thought as Ishizu approaches him. While to some it would have appeared preachy of her, the self acknowledgement of hypocrisy says a lot to the contrary to Diva, causing him to give her words more thought.
“You remind me of my sister,” he says after a quiet moment of consideration. Like Sera, it was like this woman knew what to say and how to say it to him. Like she was Sera’s long-lost cousin or something–well, if the tombkeepers hadn’t allegedly cut themselves off from the outside world that was.
“Perhaps you have a point. Thank you, Ishizu. I think I know deep down that my master would prefer me to move on from his death and grow in new ways. But after relying on him for so long… it takes some getting used to, you know?
“I hope you and your brother find your own way forward as well.”
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