The sun shone brightly over the Valley of the Kings. A lone figure in a black cloak was running hoping to make it to his destination in time.
Unbeknownst to him another figure was running in a blood red cloak hoping to stop the figure in the valley below.
The figure in the red cloak chuckled under his breath as he ran, "find them for me brother and then we can have the ultimate power!" But the figure below didn't hear him. He was too focused on his goal.
Beneath the hood of the black cloaked figure, the gears in his mind were turning. If he found the one chosen by destiny to solve the puzzle then maybe, just maybe, he could be whole again, but only time would tell. Finally he got to where he was running to, but he was not alone. Figures lay on the ground in black cloaks and skull masks but their faces had blank expressions. Then the standing figures were pointing wands and muttering under their breaths inspecting the bodies. The black cloaked figure lowered his hood. He wore a coal black mask that covered his whole face save for his right eye. The mask had a red jagged stripe running from upper right to lower left. He walked up to one of the figures that stood. He was an African American tall and bald his voice was deep and powerful. He had an earring in his left ear. He seemed to be the one in charge. He was talking to another person; she was rather small with bright pink hair with rather elfish features.
"Catalog all their belongings on hand and transport them to Saint Mungo's."
"Gotcha Shacklebolt," she replied and ran off to relay the orders.
The masked one came up to this Shacklebolt and tapped him on the shoulder, "Excuse me could you help me sir."
Shacklebolt turned around and eyed the young man in front of him. Sensing nothing threatening about the youth he replied, "What can I help you with young man?"
"I am looking for someone with an upside down pyramid pendant with an eye on one side of it, is he here?"
Shacklebolt frowned, "I am afraid that the person you describe is not here. I do not recognize you, but you must be a wizard to have gotten past all the repelling charms. What is your name?"
"Axalis, my name is Axalis," Axalis replied, "and yeas I am skilled in the magic arts, but I do not call myself a wizard more of a spellcaster by my magic arts standards."
"Spellcaster?" a shocked Shacklebolt replies, "I have never heard that term used before. What does it mean exactly?"
"It is what the people of my magic call themselves after they have left their studies and begin to travel. I am above magician and below sorcerer."
"Very strange," replied shacklebolt, "Where are you from then and why are you here."
"I am from America, but as to why I am here it is personal, and I cannot explain at least not to you."
"If that is the case I will take you to a man I trust. He might be able to help you. By the way what do you use as a wand?"
"It would be better if I show you," Axalis replies, he reaches in to his cloak and pulls out a staff approximately 2 ½ feet long. It is a deep blue with gold runes and glyphs all up and down it. He twirls it and puts it back under the cloak.
"I see, but this is bothering me, why do you wear a mask?"
"I wear a mask to hide who I am so I can search for something I have lost. It is not a nice story."
"I will not pry," shacklebolt replied. He was going to say more but was cut off by a cry of pain and shock. Shacklebolt turned around to see a flash of red and the sand exploded sending the bodies of the fallen death eaters scatter every where. He looked up and say the source of the magic.
"He has found me again," mumbled axalis to low for anyone to hear him. Pulling out his staff again he turned to the cliff face and saw the figure in the blood red cloak on the top looking down upon them. The one in red lowered his hood to reveal his face. He had a thin face with slightly sunken with solid cheeks, his nose was small but slightly crooked and storm grey eyes. Shacklebolt looked in to his eyes and say a look that he had only seen once before in the eyes of a former death eater, Bellatrix Lestrange. The figure smiled one of those I'm evil and there is nothing you can do about it smiles, he then spoke, "I am afraid brother that you will not find the pharaoh today."
"Seth!" hollered axalis, "leave these wizards out of our fight!" he charged his staff and fired out a blast of blue toward the cliff face shattering it and sending Seth it to valley to join him. Seth landed effortlessly his cloak billowing as he softly landed on his feet sending sand flying.
Axalis knew that he had no choice but to up the ante. He pulled out a duel monsters card. He threw it in the air, "I call forth the herald of creation! Aid me in my time of need!"
A vortex of shadows opened up and out stepped the monster known as the herald of creation.
"I will aid you my master," said a voice. By now most of the wizards had taken cover or knocked out but shacklebolt had remained conscious and saw what was happening. He was astounded that such a young person could have such powerful magic. He looked over at Seth and saw his reaction at such a creature, he had no reaction. He then bellowed so loud that a tingle of fear down his spine, a tingle that only happened when he heard the laugh of Bellatrix Lestrange.
"you think that you are the only one who has mastered the art of creature summon? Then take a look at this! I command the monarch of shadows to aid me in my battle! Come forth Caius the Shadow monarch!"
Another creature came out of a shadow portal this one was much larger than the oteh rbut unlike the other it did not speak, but axalis did he was in a state of shock from what he had just seen.
"Caius, why did you side with him! You are part of the monarchs of balance! Why side with one of chaos!"
At last the monster replied, "I am sorry axalis but he has my card and I must obey. He stole it from the one who was meant to have my card, Alex Yachira."
"His heart lives on Caius, just hang on please."
Axalis' eye turned cold as he looked on at Seth, "Seth for your crimes you will pay!" Shadows erupted from him and his staff. He then spoke in a language that shacklebolt could not understand.
"The door has opened now it begins."
"whoops brother but it seems we are out of time," in a puff of dark smoke seth vanished the force unfortunately was too strong and it knocked out shacklebolt and anyone else still conscious wiping out their short term memory.
Axalis turned and walked away and mumbled to himself, "Seth, soon we will be whole again and Alex Yachira will be back."