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Summer: Hi, I'm Summer Okanna... ~gets cut off by Oliver~
Oliver: No, you think!
Summer: That wasn't what I meant. I was introducing myself to the people reading this who don't know who I am. You know who I am AND I know who I am.
Lyria: Are you sure about that?
Summer: Um. No.
Lyria: ~sits down on a kennel behind her and picks up a script~ Hm. Oh! I forgot to let Sirius out of his kennel for this! ~Leans down and opens the gate to the kennel~
Sirius: ~crawls out of the crate~ Gee. Thanks for remembering me. ~reeking of sarcasm~
Lyria: ~Ignoring the sarcasm~ You're welcome! ^_^
Sirius: Anyways. Welcome to Yu-Gi-Oh: Dark Eternity! By the way the Lyria, I meant to ask you, why am I introducing this story. It makes no sense! Oliver and I come from Harry Potter, not Yu-Gi-Oh. Shouldn't you have someone from the story introduce it?
Lyria: Um. Why? You work just as well.
Summer: Exactly. Plus, how else could we get the two of you here to be our hostages.
Sirius: What?! O.o
Oliver: You can't be serious.
Summer: Nope. You're right.
Oliver: I am?
Lyria: Yeah! ~Nods at Summer realizing what she's getting at~ He's Sirius! ~Points to Sirius~
Oliver: What?
Sirius: Well. while me and Oliver try to cure the authors of their insanity, why don't you read their story?
Lyria: Sirius! You're just as insane as we are!
Summer: ~nods sadly~ ^_^ Okay! On with the story!
^_^)
Prologue- Escape From Reality
Blackness inundated Ishizu's mind, and suddenly she found herself standing in the middle of an embalming ceremony.
"Poor Queen Nagaya," one of the men wrapping the body muttered, "So young too." The scene around Ishizu grew clearer and she realized that the dialect the people were speaking was one she did not know. She had heard the speech before, it was an ancient Egyptian language, but even though she could understand them; there was no way to tell exactly what they were saying.
"The Lord Pharaoh must be heartbroken."
"Unless of course." the three men glanced at the half-mummified body nervously.
"Never," the oldest man snapped, "The Pharaoh loved Nagaya. Not only that, but their daughter is still but a babe."
"A nine-year old princess is no infant," one man argued.
"Nor is she a young woman. She still needs her mother. Ra knows Lord Pharaoh never pays attention to her."
Blackness descended once again on Ishizu's vision, but not as thickly as last time. When, the blackness faded, a young girl was sitting before her. Gold threads adorned her hair and neck. A few maids bustled about the marble room as the girl sat on the floor with a small, complicated, wooden puzzle. This girl must be the Pharaoh's daughter, Ishizu thought as the girl snapped the last puzzle piece into place.
A guard entered the room a few minutes later. He wore all the markings to signify that he was one of the king's guards. The man glanced around the room nervously; everyone was nervous it seemed.
The princess straightened and looked up at the guard. She appeared to be fourteen now. The guard swallowed hard as if frightened.
"Yes?" the princess asked finally acknowledging him.
"B-by order o-o-of the L-lord Ph-Ph-Pharaoh," he swallowed again, " th-the morning and evening star," he closed his eyes now as he spoke to make himself less nervous, "master of all Egypt; you are condemned to l-life in p-p-prison."
The princess stared at him in shock for a moment and then jolted to her feet. She grabbed a jagged, purple crystal off her table before turning to run. The guard caught her before she made the door. The guard struggled to hold her still, but she sunk her teeth into his arm.
"OW! FUCK! YOU LITTLE BITCH!" the guard his dagger out of his belt and hit over the head with the hilt, knocking her unconscious, and dragged her from her room. The maids stared after them for a moment before going back to their work.
Ishizu was in shock. Who was this pharaoh? Why was her necklace showing her this? Ishizu was taken by the blackness.
Summer: Hi, I'm Summer Okanna... ~gets cut off by Oliver~
Oliver: No, you think!
Summer: That wasn't what I meant. I was introducing myself to the people reading this who don't know who I am. You know who I am AND I know who I am.
Lyria: Are you sure about that?
Summer: Um. No.
Lyria: ~sits down on a kennel behind her and picks up a script~ Hm. Oh! I forgot to let Sirius out of his kennel for this! ~Leans down and opens the gate to the kennel~
Sirius: ~crawls out of the crate~ Gee. Thanks for remembering me. ~reeking of sarcasm~
Lyria: ~Ignoring the sarcasm~ You're welcome! ^_^
Sirius: Anyways. Welcome to Yu-Gi-Oh: Dark Eternity! By the way the Lyria, I meant to ask you, why am I introducing this story. It makes no sense! Oliver and I come from Harry Potter, not Yu-Gi-Oh. Shouldn't you have someone from the story introduce it?
Lyria: Um. Why? You work just as well.
Summer: Exactly. Plus, how else could we get the two of you here to be our hostages.
Sirius: What?! O.o
Oliver: You can't be serious.
Summer: Nope. You're right.
Oliver: I am?
Lyria: Yeah! ~Nods at Summer realizing what she's getting at~ He's Sirius! ~Points to Sirius~
Oliver: What?
Sirius: Well. while me and Oliver try to cure the authors of their insanity, why don't you read their story?
Lyria: Sirius! You're just as insane as we are!
Summer: ~nods sadly~ ^_^ Okay! On with the story!
^_^)
Prologue- Escape From Reality
Blackness inundated Ishizu's mind, and suddenly she found herself standing in the middle of an embalming ceremony.
"Poor Queen Nagaya," one of the men wrapping the body muttered, "So young too." The scene around Ishizu grew clearer and she realized that the dialect the people were speaking was one she did not know. She had heard the speech before, it was an ancient Egyptian language, but even though she could understand them; there was no way to tell exactly what they were saying.
"The Lord Pharaoh must be heartbroken."
"Unless of course." the three men glanced at the half-mummified body nervously.
"Never," the oldest man snapped, "The Pharaoh loved Nagaya. Not only that, but their daughter is still but a babe."
"A nine-year old princess is no infant," one man argued.
"Nor is she a young woman. She still needs her mother. Ra knows Lord Pharaoh never pays attention to her."
Blackness descended once again on Ishizu's vision, but not as thickly as last time. When, the blackness faded, a young girl was sitting before her. Gold threads adorned her hair and neck. A few maids bustled about the marble room as the girl sat on the floor with a small, complicated, wooden puzzle. This girl must be the Pharaoh's daughter, Ishizu thought as the girl snapped the last puzzle piece into place.
A guard entered the room a few minutes later. He wore all the markings to signify that he was one of the king's guards. The man glanced around the room nervously; everyone was nervous it seemed.
The princess straightened and looked up at the guard. She appeared to be fourteen now. The guard swallowed hard as if frightened.
"Yes?" the princess asked finally acknowledging him.
"B-by order o-o-of the L-lord Ph-Ph-Pharaoh," he swallowed again, " th-the morning and evening star," he closed his eyes now as he spoke to make himself less nervous, "master of all Egypt; you are condemned to l-life in p-p-prison."
The princess stared at him in shock for a moment and then jolted to her feet. She grabbed a jagged, purple crystal off her table before turning to run. The guard caught her before she made the door. The guard struggled to hold her still, but she sunk her teeth into his arm.
"OW! FUCK! YOU LITTLE BITCH!" the guard his dagger out of his belt and hit over the head with the hilt, knocking her unconscious, and dragged her from her room. The maids stared after them for a moment before going back to their work.
Ishizu was in shock. Who was this pharaoh? Why was her necklace showing her this? Ishizu was taken by the blackness.