Eulogy to Life

by Setitheunholy

Ok, I already have summery in the story, but hey, whatever, Please RR, rated R for later chapters, THANK YOU! XOXOX

1. Chapter 1

OK, let me start off with saying, unfortunately, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or any of it's stuff, if I did, I wouldn't have to write this, someone else would for me: P OK, now, on to the story!

Eulogy of Life

Things have been going well in the world as of late, the Battle City Tournament finally finished, and with Yami Malik gone, things seem to have settled down. The Ishtars, along with Rashid, have gone back to Egypt. Mai, Otogi, and the Kiabas have gone to the U.S. each with their own goals and plans, while the rest of the gumi stayed behind in Japan to finish off school. However, the Ishtars have recently discovered an ancient tomb, and with it an ancient sinister force that will uproot all humanity, and the only ones who can save them all have no idea of it's almighty evil.

Chapter 1

The thunder rumbled overhead the Ishtar mansion as the rain poured down in sheets on the large villa. It was very odd to see such a storm so deep in the desert wasteland of Egypt, even more odd was that currently Egypt was in it's dry season, making the storm to be very out of place. Even with the thunderstorm raging though, all the inhabitants had managed to doze off. All of them that is, except one khaki colored hair young man by the name of Malik, he lie awake in his large bed, knees pulled up to his bare chest, his chin resting on his knees. He silently stared out of the large paned window of his room. Things that day had been very interesting, they had been excavating a new site and had come upon an unopened tomb, a very rare occurrence for them. They had been just about to open the tomb when the still raging freak storm surged upon them, it had forced them to leave the excavation site for the day and wait for the storm to die out. Malik narrowed his eyes in the dark, where had that storm come from, it was very weird. Lightning flashed in the sky, casting long, jumpy shadows over the ornate, Old World room where the young man sat. He laid back onto the soft, down bed, and closed his eyes, slowly drifting into a restless slumber, very odd indeed.

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