Unnefer jumped out of his moth-eaten cot as the power went out in the prison he was being held in. He glanced towards one of the walls, the one he used to keep track of the days as they slipped into one another.
In the looming darkness, he couldn't see the scratches that represented his time in capture, but he didn't have to. 13 years, 4 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days. Every day he thought of the numbers. It fueled him, it drove him. 13 years, 4 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days, everything Unnefer loved and cared for was taken from him. 13 years, 4 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days ago, his own brother came after his throne. 13 years, 4 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days ago, he became human. 13 years, 4 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days ago, he was killed.
He was a God then. King of the Dead. Most of his worshipers called him Osiris, but he knew another name. Only using it to walk among his people, he called himself Unnefer. Another God, his brother, Set, was jealous of the power Osiris wielded in Death, and the follows he had earned in Life. After their father, Ra, retired as King of the Gods, Osiris was appointed in his place. This pushed Set off the edge, and he hatched a plan.
At the crowning ceremony, Set presented Osiris a gift. It was a gold sarcophagus, embedded with the finest gems in all of Egypt. He urged his brother to lay in it, to make sure it was the correct fit. Being hazy with wine, Osiris did as his brother did. Set then sealed the coffin, claiming the throne for himself. Set thrust three blades into the coffin, piercing Osiris's heart, lungs, and stomach. Set then threw the sarcophagus into the river, hoping to be rid of him forever, but that was not the case.
Iris, wife of Osiris, found him later that evening, and healed him with her magic. But with his death, Osiris had lost any trace of divine power he had wielded. Not wanting to be a mockery among the Gods, he left. A little tug in his mind pointed him towards Domino City, not far from where he was found. Upon making it to the city, he was thrown into the Prison, for he had no money, and no identification to prove who he really was. That was 13 years, 4 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days ago.
Unnefer shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his mind. That was then, this was now, and something was going on. He reached out towards the cell door, and surprisingly, it swung upon. Elated by the thought of his powers returning, Unnefer poked his head out of his cell. He saw that every other cell had opened, and their occupants were pouring out, rushing the guards. Shrugging, Unnefer began to leave, before a piercing white light appeared in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.
Unnefer, it is I, your father, Ra. The Solstice comes, and with it, the power to restore yourself. The Numbers have risen. Use them.
And with a flash, the light was gone. In it's place, a Duel Monsters card floated. Smiling, Unnefer grabbed Number 102: Holy Lightning Glorious Halo, slipped it into his pocket, and joined the mass of inmates trying to break free.