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It had been another long day and as Priest Seto made his way back to the palace for the night a sound caught his attention. Not sure what it was at first and curiosity getting the better of the young Priest in training he headed in the direction of the sound. It sounded like possibly someone or something in was in distress as he got closer he soon discovered the source of the sound.
A baby wrapped only in a light linen cloth for warmth. What in the world was a baby doing out here all by its lonesome, He wondered. The sad truth of the matter being that they had likely been abandoned, unwanted by their family or perhaps they simply could not afford to take care of the child.
Poor thing it saddened him to see this. What sort of world was this where someone was willing to freely abandon an innocent child, could their parents have found no ne else to look after them if they couldn't.
It was with a heavy heart that Seto turned to leave, what could he do he couldn't look after a child he had his own duties to attend to and he was still quite young himself. He was going to leave when his conscience got the better of him, no he couldn’t just leave the infant out in the cold. He would take the child back to the palace and ask permission to search for a home for it tomorrow, who knows perhaps someone at the palace would be willing to adopt.
Carefully Seto knelt down and picked up the baby, holding her close as he tried to calm her “Shsh, it’s alright.” He spoke in a calming voice gently stroking the child’s cheek with his thumb."It's alright, you're safe now." He sighed starting back to the palace. he never understood how anyone could just abandon a child so easily.
Slowly the baby girl began to settle down in his arms.her cries becoming soft whimpers and soon nothing light sniffles. Seto could just feel there was something special about this child, even in the glow of Ra’s last light disappearing below the horizon he could see how different she was. Her skin was so pale, like the alabaster stone of the palace walls and a few locks of silvery white hair and eyes of the brightest blue he'd ever seen. Where had such a child come from? Seto wondered, was she really a child of Egypt.