/ Story of Ka'an
/ Author: The Cowboy of Oklahoma
/ Pt6: The Hairpin: ch1
/ word count: 1182
After the duel, I was able to better help her understand the darkness, and come to terms with her strange heritage. We grew closer and we're able to finally get married. She still struggles from time to time, and I help her the best I can. We live on Duel Academy Island near the dorms, she's the headmaster of Blue Dorm, the best students of the academy with the brightest futures ahead of them. And I'm the headmaster of Red Dorm, underdogs, as humans call it, lowest grades, most likely to fail before graduation. These types always interested me, so I tried to help them better themselves and their dueling decks.
She got interested in duel runners, and wanted to ride one herself. She was already a good motorcyclist, so gathering some spare parts, I was able to build her her own runner. We rode everywhere, and saw many wonderful sights. I got a few photos for posterity. We were very affectionate with each other, but to say we were handsie, would be an understatement. Akiza grew cold again, she has a son from a prior relationship, Jesse, and he keeps getting into trouble. She has a hairpin that help her regulate her powers, but the darkness within her struggles for control.
There is a being that bothers Jesse, and was just being malicious and towards him. Akiza does not like anyone messing with her son. She regularly lets the hairpin fall and her powers threaten everyone around her, all to protect her son. I scold her, but it rarely helps, she was just not caring enough to listen. So I decided to take the malicious being with me, away from anyone else, to question in private. By now everyone was aware of my powers, opening a rift I took him far away, but staying close to this dimension. He held no interesting information, just wanted to mess with the boy. So I left it in a space between dimensions. It won't have an easy time escaping from there.
Returning to Akiza and trying to find a way to help her with her temper, I decided to learn about the special magical items called millennium items, and how they can hold immense powers. Maybe one of them could help her to control hers more easily. So I studied as much about them as I could find, the Millennium Stone, the seven items, the ritual where thousands of souls were sacrificed for them and where it all happened during the reign of Pharaoh Aknamkanon, just over 5000 years ago. The village of Kul Elna, what a terrible tragedy. A village of thieves and murders but still, every man, woman...and child.
I need to research more. I need the find something, anything that will lead me to before the items were created. To the creation of this Millennium Tome. Who created it? Who designed such a ritual? It was going to take time. Now what I've never told anyone is, my rifts have more than one ability. Sure they help me to get from place to place, and to pass between dimensions yes, but they also can allow me to travel through time itself. So I decided to traveled all the way back to Ancient Egypt. A thousand years before the items were to have been created.
Dropping out of the rift behind a boulder so as not to be seen. The sand was warm beneath my feet, I had to be careful not to have brought anything from the future that couldn't be explained. I looked around to double check I had gone unnoticed upon arriving. Satisfied, I moved around the boulder and towards the currently small kingdom of Egypt. There was some construction happening, slaves moving massive stones on wooden wheels. I covered my head with a shemagh to hide my face, I made my way through the city.
A guard stopped me and demanding I give him all my belongings, I didn't have much, and I refused. He didn't like that, pushing me out of sight of the crowds. He drew his weapon and threatened to kill me if I didn't do as he said, mistake. I walked from the alley unharmed, but he won't be awake for at least a week. Making my way closer to the palace, I didn't know how I was going to get inside without causing any trouble. I saw an official overlooking the builders, I got closer and asked a passing aid if he would ask the official for a few moments.
Speaking to the official in private, I learned that he is one of the priests that answers to the pharaoh himself. I had to chance and tell him the truth, about why I had come, not where or when I had come from, but I asked him about a ritual for powerful magical items. He seemed to be defensive with me until I mentioned the ritual, then his eyes shifted slightly. He said nothing to me, turning to a guard and then motioned for me to follow him. Walking silently, we made our way into the palace, past the kings chambers, then towards a staircase heading down.
He lead me down for almost an hour of walking. I queried about the depth of these tunnels and he told me that the closer they're are to the bottom of the world, the more magic they could use. If only they knew about the globe. So the magic that would one day be ever present in the future was still slowly rising to the surface now, okay good to know. Once we reached our destination, I estimated we were nearly a mile and half below the surface. One earthquake and anyone left down here is a dead duck, except me of course. The path opened into a chamber of decent size, maybe 30ft across, 40ft high, but it was too dark to see the back wall. So it's depths were unknown.
Suddenly, the guards behind me grabbed my arms and wrapped theirs around my chest and neck. Glancing back, their eyes were glowing a faint white, looking forward, the priest was mumbling something to himself, eyes glowing as well. Asking why, he said I was a danger to all of Egypt. I told him, he has no idea what sort of danger I am! Growling, I slowly flexed, unfazed by the guards presence or resistance. My form changed right in front of their eyes, the priest ceased his chant from sheer shock. The guards, no longer under his control, let go and backed away. My size raised to just about 6ft, my ears and tail flick from my form. The clothes around me were too small for this form, and tore to shreds. Only the cloak I had, partially covered my body. My fur, black as night, with white paws and tip of my tail. My snout grew out a little, with white fur covering it. My eyes glowed read as I snarled in the priest's face. Warning him not to do that again!