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If I was Kazuki Takahashi, I'd be making comics, not writing fanfiction!
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On with the tale!
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- Chapter 1 -
NEVER Misread Heiroglyphics
Marik Ishtar sat at the altar of a strange new temple he had found in the catacombs of the Pharaoh's tomb, muttering in a language incomprehensible to anyone unfamiliar with ancient Egyptian magic. Suddenly, he stopped. Someone was watching him.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
"Ah! Sister!" he sighed. It was only Ishizu. "Look! I found something wonderful!"
Ishizu walked over to him, and peered at the hieroglyphics carved on the wall above him.
"What's this?" she asked, trying to read the badly weathered writing.
"It's a spell, I think," said Marik excitedly. "I can barely read it, but it seems like white magic."
"Use this...spell to bring...your friends...closer to you...and...see them...in a...new...light," Ishizu translated. "Seems harmless enough, but I don't know... Are you trying to cast it?"
Marik nodded.
"I'm just about to finish; want to watch?"
"Sure, why not?" said Ishizu, and leaned against a pillar, watching her younger brother work.
"Umm...skurta khalis forma igma...SWITCHEROO?"
"Wha?" began Ishizu, but was stopped before she could finish by a flash of blinding light.
The last thing she remembered was thinking that she may have misread the spell, then blackness.
But what was to happen was more horrifying than she had imagined.