Prologue
I always knew I was second best, and it always hurt. I mean, I was only the Red-Eyes Black Dragon, not one of the Legendary Blue-Eyes White Dragon. My attack was just a bit lower but that little bit seemed to matter to everyone.
I was always passed over by the kids. I mean, why would they want a dragon that required so much tribute when they knew the Champion had three Blue- Eyes that could beat me.
They looked at me, thought I was cool and that was it. I waited in the Shadow Realm, and waited, and waited and knew that I didn't matter. So many could imagine my shock when someone actually placed me in a deck, and guess what?
I was now third best and you know who was before me? A bunch of Dinosaurs and the Serpent Night Dragon. I was not happy. I was hardly used!
I spent many lonely years there, in that worthless deck, with a Dueler who was even more horrible. He didn't care about strategy or me. By the time 'he' had shown up, my fighting spirit was lost and I didn't even want to duel anymore. I was a wreck and I knew it. The problem was, I didn't care.
I was called in that duel and I went because I had no choice and I wanted to see who had beaten the idiot's favorite cards. You can probably imagine my shock when I saw it was an amateur and that he wasn't doing very well.
Then came the worst insult and possibly the best moment of my life up until then. My Dueler used me as a bargaining chip to try and nab the amateur's face down card. I knew I had lost when Time Wizard was activated, but what I wasn't prepared for was that the little clock was smiling at me, as I was defeated. It wasn't an evil smile, or victorious, it was satisfied and just plain joyful.
I didn't understand until 'he' held me in his hands and I knew I had come home. He placed me in the deck and I was happy. The problem was, my spirit had all but died out. If it didn't return, I would no longer exist.
I always knew I was second best, and it always hurt. I mean, I was only the Red-Eyes Black Dragon, not one of the Legendary Blue-Eyes White Dragon. My attack was just a bit lower but that little bit seemed to matter to everyone.
I was always passed over by the kids. I mean, why would they want a dragon that required so much tribute when they knew the Champion had three Blue- Eyes that could beat me.
They looked at me, thought I was cool and that was it. I waited in the Shadow Realm, and waited, and waited and knew that I didn't matter. So many could imagine my shock when someone actually placed me in a deck, and guess what?
I was now third best and you know who was before me? A bunch of Dinosaurs and the Serpent Night Dragon. I was not happy. I was hardly used!
I spent many lonely years there, in that worthless deck, with a Dueler who was even more horrible. He didn't care about strategy or me. By the time 'he' had shown up, my fighting spirit was lost and I didn't even want to duel anymore. I was a wreck and I knew it. The problem was, I didn't care.
I was called in that duel and I went because I had no choice and I wanted to see who had beaten the idiot's favorite cards. You can probably imagine my shock when I saw it was an amateur and that he wasn't doing very well.
Then came the worst insult and possibly the best moment of my life up until then. My Dueler used me as a bargaining chip to try and nab the amateur's face down card. I knew I had lost when Time Wizard was activated, but what I wasn't prepared for was that the little clock was smiling at me, as I was defeated. It wasn't an evil smile, or victorious, it was satisfied and just plain joyful.
I didn't understand until 'he' held me in his hands and I knew I had come home. He placed me in the deck and I was happy. The problem was, my spirit had all but died out. If it didn't return, I would no longer exist.