disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh or any of its characters.
The first side story for The Last FiveMillenia trilogy, but can be read separately.
Timeline set from after the Great War of Atlantis to Ancient Egypt.
NO genuine romance pairings, Magician of Black Chaos/Black Luster Soldier friendship (or one-sided). Rated T for anxiety/depression and implied character deaths.
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Black...Darkness. Chaos...Insanity.
He was a failed servant, a traitorous subject, and a cruel father...but hopefully, not also an incompetent soldier.
After the vow to seek a legend, Magician of Black Chaos once again walked the realm of light...but this time without the companionship of a Master, his Master.
But the other realm was more hostile than the magician had first anticipated and with every step he took memories of the past returned to haunt him, making him more alive...and at the same time more defunct.
After all he was the last of Irezza, a dead world of eternal night.
"Normal Speech."
-Spiritual Speech.-
A recount of past memories or "things said in the past".
The Last FiveMillenia: The Last of Irezza
Survival
The sea breeze felt warm on his cheek and the salty taste of air foreign on his tongue. So different from what he was used to, when he felt and tasted nothing unless he cast his magic.
It wasn't illusion around him anymore. It was reality.
And it was so different.
He saw Divine Dragon Ragnarok and Thunder Dragon heading toward the west some hours ago after Totem Dragon and a few winged fairies flew to the east. Athena did stop by and acknowledge him before leaving for her own ways, but he didn't say much.
No approval. No disapproval.
The Gate Keepers were dead long before the war ended so now there were no rules to coming and going. Only that the cracks between the realms were healing fast and soon, those chose to stay in darkness would be caged once again until the next call of their Masters–if there were a next call–and those dared to venture the realm of light were left at the mercy of the opposing Divine God without Masters' Ba and Ka to fuel their existence.
But Magician of Black Chaos was no fool. He had long ago learned ways to create a Ka of his own and he needed not fear the drag of Afterlife that torn at his Sheut.
The soft whining of wind rush through his messy dark hair and he vaguely picked up a distant roar of storm clouds. But right now he paid it little heed, only to watch in silence as the ocean waves raise and fall in a gentle, almost mockingly peaceful, rhythm. No sign of civilization showed upon the ever changing surface of the extended water, no evidence to tell the once great kingdom ever existed, nor the tragic war it went through. Just like that a population of a hundred thousand or more drowned and the great lands of Atlantis gone, leaving nothing but a decaying ruin deep under sea.
It wasn't sorrow he saw however, though it didn't mean he was indifferent to the lost. Just that he had seen post-apocalypse worlds before and knew he had to feel happy about this one.
Because Earth had survived.
The first to ever do so.
So Magician of Black Chaos was happy. But if he's being totally truthful with himself he would also admit that he's a little bitter as well.
Because Earth had survived where Irezza–his world–had not.
He closed his eyes and could almost see it again the dark waters of a home perished fifty thousand Myriads ago.
Irezza. A planet with little land but had giant island-sized Domeships that floated on its great oceans, a world that ran on logic and science but with technology advanced enough to prove the existence of another realm that ran on imagination and magic...and a false appearance of a paradise where Masters and Monsters could exist in harmony forever.
Irezza. A planet that still struggled for last breaths after apocalypse, a world that tried to find means for survival through technology and magic alike after the supposed end...and also an abyss that went through half a century of darkness before dying slowly in the God of Darkness' hands.
Magician of Black Chaos felt awful.
The Irezzean that created him–Donnler Kei RaTheill–was born post-apocalypse and had known in early childhood that there's no hope for their world to survive, had devoted the majority of life in recording Irezzean history and literature...and passed them to him, knowing he–along with the records and memories–could still exist in the other realm.
The Irezzean that created him was diagnosed with an incurable brain disease at the early age of twenty-five and loses all sanity at the age of twenty-eight.
The last coherent sentence his Master told him was to protect his unborn child.
But it was also the only duty given that the magician failed to accomplish because his Master's child never made it until birth. And the irony was that he never even got the chance to tell his living half the misfortune and so his Master never knew.
RaTheill died at the age of thirty-one, the same age that the spellcaster he created from his Ka would forever be.
Magician of Black Chaos opened his eyes and saw the storm clouds so much closer and the afternoon sky so much darker.
The Irezzean that created him had never seen true sunlight.
And thus RaTheill never wondered why the spellcaster of his soul and shadow chose the title of Black Chaos.
Black. Chaos.
Darkness. Insanity.
So dead at birth like the unborn child. So dead at birth like the planet of Irezza.
But it was not the time to mourn for a long non-existent world. He was on a mission to find a legend and with all his magic, being able to narrow the scope of his search down to one planet.
Earth.
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The body in which Magician of Black Chaos created to contain his reformed Ka was first based on an Irezzean male of early adulthood–his creator and first Master's in fact as he had always known they shared resemblance to an extent minus his wild black hair and reddish brown pupils–but, unlike his Sheut with a permanent second skin of black leather and magenta belts, it needed to be covered to fend against the changing weather (and later, also seasons).
He realize this body simply wouldn't do, however, just before joining a small group of Atlantean pioneers who were fortunate enough to survive the Great War and was given the chance to populate the rest of the world.
His light bluish skin was a big giveaway that he wasn't an Atlantean, or even an Earthling. So for the first two decades, he kept his skin color the pale shade of milk just like his fellow pioneers. But then more problems aroused as he journeyed southward and realized the outer layer of flesh being unstable in heat and so, he had to give his skin a darker hue.
Being unable to tan itself was the downside of surviving in a created body, not to mention the inability to age.
There were also other small problems like how scleras weren't supposed to be yellow or his supposedly male Irezzean figure being a bit too feminine by general Earthling standard with those curvy waist and hips, but he took them as minor incompletion. Trivial compared to other more pressing matters.
Those matters, namely, were things concerning the 'daily routines' he had come to address that kept the body in functioning shape. The magician of course know forehand that living beings had to work hard for survival–one didn't venture into the unknown without a thorough study, it would be suicidal otherwise–but he could never predict just how tiring it could get.
Blinking and breathing, thankfully, came almost self-disciplined and as of urinate though at times it was somewhat tedious. It was things like eating and sleeping that often slipped his mind, and always ended with inconvenient consequences.
As a Sheut–a simple soul–he had never needed to do such things to continue his existence but now, to maintain his recreated Ka that's bonded to the physical body, he had to. The result? He felt like a slave to the realm of light, at least for the first few weeks.
But what was freedom really?
Black Luster Soldier had been an Ur'Cantonean before combining his Ba and Ka to become a Monster of both Earth and Light Attribute, and the warrior had told him eons ago that he still felt like a helot imprisoned in illusions even after living in the realm of darkness for Myriads.
What was freedom?
What did being free feel like?
Magician of Black Chaos stopped thinking about it by the end of his first month.
He had stopped thinking about pretty much everything else and concentrated more on his survival by that time actually. And the reason for his sudden change in state of mind was rather understandable, however, due to the fact that the cracks between realms having been completely mended.
His only way home was gone and there's no turning back.
Since then, the survival of his body meant literally the continue of his existence and for the first time since he set foot on Hikari's lands, Magician of Black Chaos admitted he was uncertain of himself and maybe a little afraid.
And alone.
It hit him harder than the time Strike Ninja threw Fuhma Shuriken at him when their Masters–young at the time–had a brawl over something trifling.
Alone.
In the land of light.
He still remembered the first time RaTheill summoned him.
Under the pale glow of a single lantern, he saw his Master. A child with sharp azure eyes and braided purple hair, a child garbed in fine silver attire but with cold fingers and a colder heart.
Alone.
And living.
He still remembered the time when RaTheill gasped his final breaths.
For as long as he could the spellcaster kept to his Master's side, for as long as he could...before he was force to leave the dying world of eternal night. All the while knowing half of him died that day.
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Maybe he still resented his Master for not combining his Ba and Ka.
It was a mutual feeling, for wanting to be together. For always wanting to be together.
But it was also the right of the living to go to the Afterlife, an eternal rest that all Monsters were denied.
Magician of Black Chaos gripped the necklace adorned with citrines and a single gem of amethyst that hung loosely around his neck, his only possession and the last connection he had with the realm in which he belonged, as if in assurance. Maybe he still resented his Master for not becoming one with him. Maybe. Though he knew it wasn't his right to hate.
It was his right however, for not wanting to be alone in his Master's realm.
Seeing the waves. Tasting the wind. Feeling the sun.
Living.
He never had a Ren of his own and still decided against having one–as powerful as it surely would be in protecting him against this incompatible realm–since he feared it might bind him too completely to reality when it was time for him to leave. But that didn't mean he couldn't have a name.
So Magician of Black Chaos took RaTheill as his title and, whenever the name was called, imagined the he still walked reality with his Master.
It was just an illusion.
But he needed it.
For survival.
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*Divine Dragon Ragnarok and Thunder Dragon would be the first Chinese dragons; Totem Dragon would be the origin of many Native American beliefs; the winged fairies would later be the beginning of Christianity; and Athena would be the start of Greek mythology.
(No offence against any actual beliefs or myths. This is fanfiction!)
And since they were somewhere out in the Atlantic Ocean, America and China would be to the west and the European countries to the east.
*Gate Keepers–Critias, Legendary Knight of Wisdom; Helmos, Legendary Knight of Renewal.
*Black Luster Soldier had the Attribute of Earth while Black Luster Soldier-Envoy of the Beginning had the Attribute of Light. They were considered to be the same Monster in my story so he had both the Attribute of Earth and Light.
*Myriad–ten thousand years.
*The necklace–Necklace of Command.
*Ren–the title for the spirit and/or soul, the name.
(Check on my profile for more information on the Background settings for Ren, Ba, Ka, Ib, and Sheut.)
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The Ancient Egyptian characters from canon (Pharaoh Akunumkanon, High priest Aknadin, Prince Atem, magician apprentice Mahaad...and maybe also young Bakura) would appear in later chapters.
I hope you enjoy this strange story that's told from Magician of Black Chaos' POV, there will be a few OCs but they would NOT be altering the plot dramatically (because I hate them, too).
This story was probably really hard to find, so I thank all who even bother adding a hit to it.
And pls review, even two words are enough encouragement for me to continue.