Hello, everybody! I know I haven't been posting in a long while and I apologize for that.

It's because I've got a career going, but I still read and write fanfiction, for creative exercising.

I wanted to rewrite this whole thing and then repost it with a new title and plot. I read about this Japanese goddess and decide to use her as the new antagonist of this story. She is also an inspiration from Hans Christian's The Snow Queen.

And I watched Inuyasha the Movie: The Castle Beyond the Looking Glass and got inspired.

The theme of this story will contain be traditional Japanese culture.

Again, sorry about the long postings. Hope you enjoy this updated story.

PEACE


"Even the tiniest of all small things can cause a lot of mayhem. A small disruption can create a rift in the balance of nature. A drop of poison can pollute even the purest of waters."

Kannon, the goddess of mercy.


A modern day Egyptian woman with long black hair and blue eyes was viewing the manuscript off from a papyrus that was discovered recently and put on display in the Cairo museum. She was studying the history of the war between Pokémon and Duel Monsters. Her name is Ishizu Ishtar, a curator and former duelist since the Battle City tournament. She was also a secretary general of the Egyptian Supreme Council of Antiquities, a college study of all mystical objects and statues.

"Miss Ishtar, we are closing now." An assistant informed her.

Ishizu nodded, departed away from the exhibit display corner and stepped out of the museum doors before the guards closed and locked them behind her. She looked up in the sky, seeing how it was getting late. She knew her brothers wouldn't be home until dinner.

The modern neighborhood of Cairo, Egypt was filling up with people and venders, seeing that they have decided to take advantage of the declining heat, buying and selling food, supplies, jewelry, and other merchandise to the last minute.

Out in the desert lands, ten miles away from Cairo, there stood several pyramids. A mother ibex nursed her two babies in the open. The silence didn't last long when two motorcycles drove across the burning dusky desert, leaving a trail of dust behind.

When they were near at a bank of the Nile River, the motorcycles screeched to a halt, near an oasis. One of the bikers got off his bike, intending to enjoy a closer view of the scenery.

The young man removed his helmet, letting his long sandy-blond hair fall to his shoulders. They fluttered loosely in the arid breeze, as he gazed at the view of the sparkling Nile. (Next to the vegetation, there were also two large pyramids that completed the desert landscape.) His lavender eyes gleamed at the sunset. The Egyptian boy is Marik Ishtar, a tombkeeper whose job was to guard the pharaoh's tomb until his spirit returns to the modern. For the last 5,000 years, his family and his ancestors have been guarding the tomb of the pharaoh, awaiting his return. He and his older sister Ishizu have been waiting for the pharaoh to come back to Egypt so he could unlock his memories and return to the past. Once that task is complete, the pharaoh can passover to the world of spirits and the Ishtars' mission to guard the tomb is over.

In the past, Marik resented that task and turned to the dark side. He organized a criminal group known as the Rare Hunters and tracked down Yami Yugi's rare Egyptian God Cards in order to take control of the world. Marik tried to take down the pharaoh, even used his own friends against him. When his dark half that was dwelling within him grew stronger, he emerged out from the deepest part of Marik's mind and everything went to heck. Yami Yugi dueled against Yami Marik in the Battle City Finals and defeated the true evil threat of the dueling world. In the end, Marik overcame the darkness in his heart and sent his evil half to the Shadow Realm.

And now he was ready to make amends by making sure that the soul of pharaoh retrieves his memories and returns to the afterlife safely.

His adoptive older brother Odion remained by the motorbike with his arms folded. He and his younger brother are at peace, thanks to a certain brave young man with spiky tricolored hair. He felt a wind blow past him. He looked around and saw a sand drift twirled in a ominously way. He then noticed a large flock of birds fluttered in the purple and orange sky as if they were in a hurry. He wondered if that is an omen that something might happen, or it's the calm before the storm.