Trickery and Divinity: A Tomb Robber's Legacy
Chapter 1: At the Peak
Bakura stood poised at the peak of one of the great pyramids of Giza. The desert moon shone down on him with all of it's light, making the sand come alive with that bluish light. The desert was silent for as far as the eye could see, a treasure that no gold in any tomb could rival. And it was his. The tomb robber looked up at the pitch desert sky, his long silver hair cascading down his pale back.
As hard as it was to believe, he was actually very religious. It was simply that in the life he led, his path was to be a thief. Many would mistake what he had done in the past few years as an evil act. Trying to keep the Pharaoh's soul imprisoned and the millinium items sealed away. The Pharaoh had been a tyrant, and the millinium items would have given him flesh once again.
A whisper in the back of his mind said that he already had, as had the robber. One of his other lives. When he was in the unseen world, he heard whispers of many of his lives. Some from the past and some from the future. The unseen world was every time and every place. Where your dreams were literally a reality, and your thoughts could bend an entire realm to your will. It was a world of flesh as well as spirit. If he were to fall from his one legged pose atop the pyramid, he would wake up dead. His Hikari would notice that he was missing, but he could never be found.
Bakura laughed softly. No mortal could enter this place safely. They would fall into oblivion, one of the four psychic plains, and be lost forever.
Explanation:
There are four realms, Heaven and Hell are two of them. Only the consent of God Almighty can grant you passage into either of those two. There is the world of flesh, our plain, where physicality is everything. There is the unseen world, where concentration and mental prowess mean a long life. Dragons and some people with special abilities can enter this world in their flesh and transport themselves between one point and another in time or space. Then there is oblivion. It is a realm of nothing. Oblivion is located as a thin strip between all three other plains. It must be bridged to gain access to another.
Heaven
Oblivion
Time Plain of the Unseen World
Space Plain of the Unseen World Oblivion
Physical Plain
Oblivion
Time Plain of the Unseen World
Space Plain of the Unseen World Oblivion
Hell
A lone tear fell down the robber's pale face. Who was he kidding? Not even his Hikari would notice he was gone. No one ever noticed him.
FLASHBACK
A young Bakura stood working on a rafter set up near the top of one of the great structures of the Pharaoh. His people were made to work from birth to death for the Egyptians. Suddenly one of the boards beneath his feet cracked and slid off the rickety platform, then another, and another. Soon Bakura himself was falling.
"FAAATHEEEERRRRR!!!" The young boy screamed to the taller slave working beside him. As he fell, he looked upward at the man who hadn't lifted a hand to help his son. Everything went black. Bakura had vague memories of some Egyptian slave watchers coming over to him and prodded his numb body with their weapons. They too accepted him as dead. Sometime during the night, he regained conciousness and drug himself to his feet. A rage burned inside his heart. He wanted revenge on the Egyptians. For leaving for dead, for imprisoning his race, for killing his mother, and for making his father hate him.
So began his life as a tomb robber. The slave masters all thought he was dead, and with his white hair, he didn't even look like an Egyptian. He had soon made his way into the Egyptian part of the city. No one noticed him. As always. The moon looked at him from over the tops of the Egyptian homes and a single tear fell down his face.
END FLASHBACK
The moon looked down at him from the open sky and the solitary tear was soon joined by a myriad of followers, though the Hebrew thief wasn't aware of it.
".Father." he whispered softly ". I'm so sorry. I was never what you wished for. Why can't you forgive me?" The robber continued to cry and stare at the Egyptian moon.
An African Eagle, to huge for real life was perched on a monstrous sand dune parallel to the pyramid where Bakura stood, arms splayed, on one foot. Yami shook his head to force a red feather from his crest from his line of sight. He could have changed into anything if he thought about it, but when he was here, he always took the form of an African Eagle with a burgundy crest.
The Tomb Robber was crying, for what he did not know. The eyes of an eagle showed you more, but you could decipher no more thoughts or emotion than could a rock. With a piercing screech and a mighty downward thrust of his great wings Yami took flight, crossing right above the great pyramid that was his tomb.
As he flew on, with the warm desert night surrounding him, he thought that Bakura looked much like one of the crucified thieves of his religion. Which one, however, Yami did not know. Ryou woke abruptly at 12:30 in the morning, and walked over to his window. It was strange he thought, as he looked at the dark shape flying across the night sky, that a hawk should be out at this time of night.
Chapter 1: At the Peak
Bakura stood poised at the peak of one of the great pyramids of Giza. The desert moon shone down on him with all of it's light, making the sand come alive with that bluish light. The desert was silent for as far as the eye could see, a treasure that no gold in any tomb could rival. And it was his. The tomb robber looked up at the pitch desert sky, his long silver hair cascading down his pale back.
As hard as it was to believe, he was actually very religious. It was simply that in the life he led, his path was to be a thief. Many would mistake what he had done in the past few years as an evil act. Trying to keep the Pharaoh's soul imprisoned and the millinium items sealed away. The Pharaoh had been a tyrant, and the millinium items would have given him flesh once again.
A whisper in the back of his mind said that he already had, as had the robber. One of his other lives. When he was in the unseen world, he heard whispers of many of his lives. Some from the past and some from the future. The unseen world was every time and every place. Where your dreams were literally a reality, and your thoughts could bend an entire realm to your will. It was a world of flesh as well as spirit. If he were to fall from his one legged pose atop the pyramid, he would wake up dead. His Hikari would notice that he was missing, but he could never be found.
Bakura laughed softly. No mortal could enter this place safely. They would fall into oblivion, one of the four psychic plains, and be lost forever.
Explanation:
There are four realms, Heaven and Hell are two of them. Only the consent of God Almighty can grant you passage into either of those two. There is the world of flesh, our plain, where physicality is everything. There is the unseen world, where concentration and mental prowess mean a long life. Dragons and some people with special abilities can enter this world in their flesh and transport themselves between one point and another in time or space. Then there is oblivion. It is a realm of nothing. Oblivion is located as a thin strip between all three other plains. It must be bridged to gain access to another.
Heaven
Oblivion
Time Plain of the Unseen World
Space Plain of the Unseen World Oblivion
Physical Plain
Oblivion
Time Plain of the Unseen World
Space Plain of the Unseen World Oblivion
Hell
A lone tear fell down the robber's pale face. Who was he kidding? Not even his Hikari would notice he was gone. No one ever noticed him.
FLASHBACK
A young Bakura stood working on a rafter set up near the top of one of the great structures of the Pharaoh. His people were made to work from birth to death for the Egyptians. Suddenly one of the boards beneath his feet cracked and slid off the rickety platform, then another, and another. Soon Bakura himself was falling.
"FAAATHEEEERRRRR!!!" The young boy screamed to the taller slave working beside him. As he fell, he looked upward at the man who hadn't lifted a hand to help his son. Everything went black. Bakura had vague memories of some Egyptian slave watchers coming over to him and prodded his numb body with their weapons. They too accepted him as dead. Sometime during the night, he regained conciousness and drug himself to his feet. A rage burned inside his heart. He wanted revenge on the Egyptians. For leaving for dead, for imprisoning his race, for killing his mother, and for making his father hate him.
So began his life as a tomb robber. The slave masters all thought he was dead, and with his white hair, he didn't even look like an Egyptian. He had soon made his way into the Egyptian part of the city. No one noticed him. As always. The moon looked at him from over the tops of the Egyptian homes and a single tear fell down his face.
END FLASHBACK
The moon looked down at him from the open sky and the solitary tear was soon joined by a myriad of followers, though the Hebrew thief wasn't aware of it.
".Father." he whispered softly ". I'm so sorry. I was never what you wished for. Why can't you forgive me?" The robber continued to cry and stare at the Egyptian moon.
An African Eagle, to huge for real life was perched on a monstrous sand dune parallel to the pyramid where Bakura stood, arms splayed, on one foot. Yami shook his head to force a red feather from his crest from his line of sight. He could have changed into anything if he thought about it, but when he was here, he always took the form of an African Eagle with a burgundy crest.
The Tomb Robber was crying, for what he did not know. The eyes of an eagle showed you more, but you could decipher no more thoughts or emotion than could a rock. With a piercing screech and a mighty downward thrust of his great wings Yami took flight, crossing right above the great pyramid that was his tomb.
As he flew on, with the warm desert night surrounding him, he thought that Bakura looked much like one of the crucified thieves of his religion. Which one, however, Yami did not know. Ryou woke abruptly at 12:30 in the morning, and walked over to his window. It was strange he thought, as he looked at the dark shape flying across the night sky, that a hawk should be out at this time of night.