Prologue
Seto was typing away on his computer. It was, yet, another late night for him. He wasn't behind or ahead of his work, just the average. An image flashed in his head. He stopped typing. There were those images again.
The first image that came up was the image that Seto saw when he was dueling Ishizu. When he was ordering his Obilisk to attack her directly, then the images of him praising the Blue-Eyes had come up. Every time the image seem to come up, he would see more to what was in the picture, more of, understanding it.
Seto had noticed long ago that when he was praising the Blue-Eyes, he was holding a woman. A woman that had seemed deceased as he had held her up to the Blue-Eyes tablet. Her hair was almost as white as her pale skin. And her dress as pure as the white of her hair.
Then the image would automatically switch. This time it was Yugi. He was wearing Egyptian clothes that was on the tablet. He was walking and glaring at Seto. Seto feared nothing and just glared back.
In a heartbeat it switched. But this image was one of the most puzzling. It was Mokuba. This image was more of a short movie. Mokuba seemed to be wearing Egyptian clothes as well, but more of a servant's clothing. Mokuba would stop, look up at him, and smile.
Then the most hated of them all. It was Seth. He stood by the side of his step father. Gozobaro placed his arm around Seth and glared at Seto. Seth smirked and soon the images were gone. Seto dropped his head into his hand. He was sweating, he always did when this happened.
Seto finally noticed that Mokuba had been calling for him. He wiped the last of his sweat and swished around in his chair as well as stood up. Seto was shocked. Mokuba was standing by Seth. Seth smirked just as he did in the images and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Seth then heaved Seto and threw him into the wall.
"Seto?!" Seto bounced from the fright of the dream. Mokuba was sitting next to him, with his collar in his hand. Sweat dripped down his face.
"Seto, are you ok?" Mokuba slowly let go of Seto's collar. Seto sat up and let his arms drop. A drop of sweat tricked down his forehead to his nose. Seto watched it drop off his nose. Images of Seth and blood pooped in his mind. Seto screamed.
Seto started wailing around as Mokuba quickly went behind him and placed his arms tightly around Seto. "Seto, shush... it's ok... Seto..." Seto's head was leaned back so that it just hung there staring right up at the ceiling. Tears were falling down his face. ************************************************************************ Ok, I decided to create a sequel cause all of you just loved it^-^ Anyhow, I made a better prologue and it is a bit more horrifying. I hope you guys will review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !
Seto was typing away on his computer. It was, yet, another late night for him. He wasn't behind or ahead of his work, just the average. An image flashed in his head. He stopped typing. There were those images again.
The first image that came up was the image that Seto saw when he was dueling Ishizu. When he was ordering his Obilisk to attack her directly, then the images of him praising the Blue-Eyes had come up. Every time the image seem to come up, he would see more to what was in the picture, more of, understanding it.
Seto had noticed long ago that when he was praising the Blue-Eyes, he was holding a woman. A woman that had seemed deceased as he had held her up to the Blue-Eyes tablet. Her hair was almost as white as her pale skin. And her dress as pure as the white of her hair.
Then the image would automatically switch. This time it was Yugi. He was wearing Egyptian clothes that was on the tablet. He was walking and glaring at Seto. Seto feared nothing and just glared back.
In a heartbeat it switched. But this image was one of the most puzzling. It was Mokuba. This image was more of a short movie. Mokuba seemed to be wearing Egyptian clothes as well, but more of a servant's clothing. Mokuba would stop, look up at him, and smile.
Then the most hated of them all. It was Seth. He stood by the side of his step father. Gozobaro placed his arm around Seth and glared at Seto. Seth smirked and soon the images were gone. Seto dropped his head into his hand. He was sweating, he always did when this happened.
Seto finally noticed that Mokuba had been calling for him. He wiped the last of his sweat and swished around in his chair as well as stood up. Seto was shocked. Mokuba was standing by Seth. Seth smirked just as he did in the images and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Seth then heaved Seto and threw him into the wall.
"Seto?!" Seto bounced from the fright of the dream. Mokuba was sitting next to him, with his collar in his hand. Sweat dripped down his face.
"Seto, are you ok?" Mokuba slowly let go of Seto's collar. Seto sat up and let his arms drop. A drop of sweat tricked down his forehead to his nose. Seto watched it drop off his nose. Images of Seth and blood pooped in his mind. Seto screamed.
Seto started wailing around as Mokuba quickly went behind him and placed his arms tightly around Seto. "Seto, shush... it's ok... Seto..." Seto's head was leaned back so that it just hung there staring right up at the ceiling. Tears were falling down his face. ************************************************************************ Ok, I decided to create a sequel cause all of you just loved it^-^ Anyhow, I made a better prologue and it is a bit more horrifying. I hope you guys will review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !