Prologue

I am not a normal boy.

I am not a kind boy.

I am not a merciful person.

I am the nightmare that will haunt you for the rest of your life.

Though I guess I still have my own.

I guess I better start from the beginning, I will share with you my nightmare so that you may come to understand why I become the dark figure to everyone else.

I was born in Egypt in the Pharaoh's palace. My mother was one of the maids which worked in the royal library handling the ancient scrolls. But there's just one problem.

I was born in ancient Egypt.

I was a mistake. Some people called it an act of the gods my mother called it the worst part of her existence. I was born and raised on hate and disgust. I was nurtured by daily amounts of beatings and reminders of how I am the bane of her life. "Osiris will judge you in his halls and Ra will burn away your flesh." I would mutter through a swollen lip as she walked away. Her black carpeted hair would shake over her young shoulders and her black eyes would cast me a final hating reminder of what she thought of me.

"Maybe today you will finally be proven some use to me."

She had found herself bearing a child after praying in the temple of Ra. She would often pay tribute to the sun god.

That was part of the clue to my being.

But today was the day that everything changed.

I spent hours scrubbing the floors. Every now and then I would stop and gaze at my reflection; a thin starved face with bright blonde hair and golden eyes. My eyes had always been a trait which people had always said that it meant I was blessed by the gods.

A rag tunic was all that barely covered me. My mother didn't even have the decency to buy me one piece of reasonable clothing.

But it didn't matter that day.

Because that was the day that they came for me

Everything around me darkened as the men began walking into the room. "Shada, can you sense the boy?" a deep gruff voice sounded.

"Seto, I have never failed in my duties before."

"So far you haven't." I growled quietly. Only one person could have planned something like this.

"Aknadin, can you see the boy?"

I slowly came out from behind a scroll case. "Do not treat me like I am of the small thieves that you capture. I know what you will do to me. Do it now."

"Such a strong tongue for someone so young."

There stood the proud priest Seto. Wielder of the millennium rod. The man who deemed himself righteous enough to judge people. The man who fell in love with the girl who held a dragon in her heart with blue eyes and white skin.

Aknadin; an elderly man who had served in the Pharaoh's court for a long time. "Who are you boy?"

"The sun god was named Ra. How about you call me; Raykara." I clamped my hand to my throat. The snarling voice which had said those words felt as though they had come from a different part of me.

"You dare compare yourself to the sun god?!"

A dark grin spread along my face as I looked up to the fools.

"I don't compare myself to him. I know I am equal. I am the child of the great sun dragon. I am the one who is going to destroy you."

"You are insane."

"I am the child dragon!" I raised my hand and grinned as they all flew back pressed against the wall.

"He is a weapon forged by the gods." The grinding steps of my mother came down the hallways.

"He is a boy! A boy you made into a weapon. He is supposed to be your son!"

"Either way I still made him stronger."

"You stupid cow. You made the worst mistake of all." I aimed my other hand at her and her own hand began closing around her throat as she choked. "You crossed me. Now you face the wrath of one of the worst creatures."

"Don't! Don't taint yourself with murder! You will only curse yourself!"

"Father. Burning dragon of the sun, hear my call. The woman of your favour has hurt your flesh. Help me. Please! I surface now and beg for the power to end their lives."

"STOP!" the man with the millennium key screamed and I glanced over to him but it was too late. My own words were not mine but formed from darkness inside of me.

"Winged dragon of Ra."

The walls were lit by golden flames as a blinding light filtered around me. My mother was wrapped in flames which slowly curled around her legs engulfing her. Her screams of agony filled the hunger that devoured my dark heart.

"I have had my fill"I gasped feeling my voice released back to me along with movements of my body.

That didn't change the fact that I was staring up at the greatest creature of the gods as its eyes barred on me.

I slowly moved forward and lowered its face to mine, "my son, you should have listened to the man."

"I AM NOT YOUR SON! I AM CURSED BY THE GODS!" my eyes widened.

"You will be now."

"I didn't do anything!" I moved back but felt my body begin to burn as I screamed.

"I have had spawn before. It always turns out this way. You have a mind of darkness, boy. Be set in stone."

I shielded my face as I felt my body break. Becoming solid stone and yet still feeling everything. An intense cold which stabbed at me angrily biting through my flesh. The fact I kept screaming in my mind and could see the men as my father burned brighter in the room.

He turned his gaze slowly to them. "Take him to my temple and burry him in the pits where he will last for thousands of years. He will be reborn in a future world." I felt something burn around my neck and something become heavy in my hand. So it was not bad enough he had sealed me away in a tablet like a monster but now he also was changing me. "He will awaken on the day the world comes to recognise us again."

That's how my nightmare had lasted.

They had done as my father had said and placed me in the darkest parts of a tomb under his temple where I was kept in eternal cold and darkness for two thousand years.

But then the fools found me.

That had been the best day of my life. Not as though there actually was much to compete with anyway.

Cracks of light began spreading through the wall as the sweet noise of metal smashing through rocks filled my stone ears. "We found it, the tomb of Ra!"

A warm sensation began burning through my fingers.

"The ancient tablets!" A man ran forward. He had long silver hair that ran down to his shoulders. His eyes were fixed on me. "Raykara" his cold hand ran over the stone tablet which began to crack more as I felt my body move even more, "The son of Ra. I want this moved to the mansion right away!"

The weeks that followed were some of the better ones I felt.

I soon came to know the man by his name; Pegasus. He would often come and speak to my cursed form. "We're not also so fortunate. I have lost someone myself." He would always pause at that point and bring in a canvas. "There are some tales of you in the ancient scroll texts we found in the temple. It is said that one day you would break free of your curse. That time I soon. With my millennium eye I can see your body returning to normal as each day comes.

It had been true.

With each passing day I had felt more of my body coming back to me. All that remained cold and numb now was my face. "What do you think eh?" he turned the canvas to me and I saw the perfect drawing of a boy with a dark glare who wore a white silk tunic and golden necklace which had a dragon head. "I will bring you back to life through the power of cards."

"Pe-Pegasus." my voice broke through the rock as the burning sensation spread to my face.

The rock cracked and I fell forward into the man's waiting arms as he sat me on the floor. "It's going to be okay now. I promise."

I looked weakly over to my right hand and finally realised what I had been holding for the last two thousand years.

The millennium rod.

Chapter 1

"Damien." My dad walked out onto the balcony and watched me as I sighed and lent on the black railings. Yep, that's right. I said; dad. A couple years after finding me in the rock and after the great victory of duellist kingdom and the many other adventures of the 'great' Yugi, Pegasus had adopted me formally and in secret. He was still as worried as I was that there were now two Millennium rods, though mine possessed the full force of the winged dragon of Ra.

Some men had tried to come and take it before.

The moment they had touched it and tried to take it away from me they had begun to burn and turn to ash. It was quite clear; my true father had cursed me and given me two gifts. The first was the Millennium rod. The second was the new necklace that was like a collar tied around my neck. The gold silken band with silver etchings fitted perfectly holding a diamond dragon head.

It was more than a mere necklace, it kept my dark side in control and… well… let's just say that I had had more changes than most people experienced growing up.

We had decided that the name Raykara would bring too many questions. Plus dad had introduced me into modern day television. From the moment I watched the programme; the vampire diaries I had loved the character Damien, that's where we decided to choose the name from.

Learning the English language though. Talk about easy. Luckily I was about five or six coming out the stone so I hadn't learnt too much. Especially with the way mother had treated me. Dad had taught me everything and now, most of the time I even seemed like a normal child.

Most of the time.

It frustrated me being stuck here with no one but my dad. Don't get me wrong, I was so grateful for what he had done for me, taking me in. but I still needed to be around more people than just his henchmen. "Dad, I want to go to the city. I want to go to college."

"But I can't just let my little boy wonder off." He looked at me in shock.

"Dad… I'm sixteen. I'm a lot different from most children. If I can't go and live in the city at least let me go to normal college like other kids." I folded my arms and raised an eyebrow as I turned to look at him.

"Damien we will talk about it in the morning."

"How about a challenge father. I challenge you to a duel. If I win, I get to go to college."

"Deal." He sighed.

Dad had got me my own special duel disk after they had been distributed in Seto Kaiber's tournament. I had the golden Ra dragon disk. Dad thought it was only befitting.

Especially since I held my father's own card in my deck.

I stood opposite my father as we walked to the main gymnasium. "Let's duel."

He pulled a card first and added it to his hand. His eyes cast warily over his cards as he calculated his move. We both knew this was a waste of time and that I would get to go to college. Because I held something in my deck that my father couldn't beat.

And I don't mean the Winged Dragon of Ra.

"I activate the card toon world." I watched as one of my father's favourite cards was activated. How did he draw that on his first turn? "Oh that's not all son. I play the Gemini Elves in attack mode." I frowned as I watched the two mischievous twins appear as their holograms formed in front of me.

"Hi girls." I smiled and I watched as they giggled.

"With that I end my turn."

"About time." I grinned and felt a sharp burst of lightning run through me as I placed my hand on the top of my deck drawing the card. "I'm wrapping this up now." I placed a card on my disk and felt the surge of power run through me as the hologram burst to life. "I summon Raykara Level one in attack mode."

There was something weird about watching myself form on the field but I also knew something else. "Dad I'm going to make this quick." I activated my spell card and watched as darkness spread throughout the gymnasium as I watched the horrific transformation of what was me.

My father backed away as he watched his life points hit Zero after taking the full attack of my secret weapon. "It's decided. I will pack and be gone at first light." I smiled and walked away happily to my room.

"You better make sure you write every day then!" he shouted through to me.

"Oh dad. You know I will."

But now I had plans.

I was going to live life like a normal person. I wasn't in ancient Egypt any more. I had a chance to live a normal life!

Why couldn't It have been that way.