Crescendo
By SMYGO4EVA
Shackles have held them back, bound them to what darkness had done in their predetermined fates. Trapped by time, by gates that have never opened, by what souls have been drenched in black, two souls are the reluctant witnesses to the evil that still exists in the world. What they saw were smoke and mirrors, but to them it was pure reality. The present didn't foretell the future, but sadly this was the case for these poor souls.
They were ostracized by the fickle society from the very beginning, by their so-called friends, and by everyone who looked down upon them. Ripped to shreds, chained and locked in the realm of shadows for too long, these two souls still are scathed by even the thought of night. In the Gods' eyes, the harsh reality was ever present around the vessels. There was no escaping the truth anymore; they were merely pieces of a puzzle that a resurrected monarch rescued so they would see the light of day, and nothing more.
They, Mai Valentine and Ryou Bakura, were fragments of innocent souls that have seen Hell and lived to tell the tale, so forewarn others not to trust one with gods as their saviors. The world they live in now is beautiful yet fake, where it is nothing more than a gem in a deity's eyes. It is only a piece of glass where an end is near and the crescendo will be seen as shards to the soul, cutting deep into the soul to the point of beyond repair. The wounds never heal by time, and smiles are only macabre parodies of what darkness they had seen.