Bakura = Good
Ryou = Yami B.
Marik = Yami M
Malik = good
^^ = Translation
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It's been three years here in the shadow realm. It's not as bad as I used to think. The Shadow realm isn't a cold black world just an old Egyptian town. Tents, slaves, pyramids everything you'd expect. After my yami, Ryou, lost to Marik he ran off and left me with the dire consequences. An eternity in the shadow realm. Unlike Ryou, I have improved my abilities. I've dueled like no other. My powers grew greatly. I have things that could stay with me even if I don't have my millenium items with me. My hands are terrible weapons if used improperly. I can move things, people too, with the flick of my wrist. I could use my shadow powers to make any weapon that I wish to appear out of thin air in my hand. That power I never use. It has caused more pain than it had intended.
THRID PERSON
Bakura walked out of his tent that he had called home for the past 2 and a half years. He smiled as the moon rose over the windy desert. He sighed as he passed the palace that held the pharaoh. The pharaoh wasn't like Yami. He was cruel and unforgiving. Yet time to time had a soft side to those who had defeated him fairly. No shadow magic to cheat. But no one has ever done so. Bakura was determined to defeat the pharaoh and hopefully gain his freedom. The only way to regain freedom was to defeat the one that placed you there, Marik was the shadow pharaoh.
Nights were cold as much as days were hot. He wore a dark cloak. Hoping not to be seen during the night. Bakura had received the title of thief to the regal and Robin Hood to the peasants. He had taken the place of Ryou and stole for the poor, starving families. Before he had mastered his abilities he starved himself to help the ones who was near death. Bakura had given his food out today to a group of children that ate nothing for their lack of work ethic. Marik was a cruel pharaoh. Bakura despised him.
A skinny man in a white cloak approached Bakura. He smiled.
"Kxudb oie, Bakura." The man sad ^Thank you, Bakura^
In the shadow realm they spoke a language neither Egyptian nor English (or japanese whateva). Bakura had adapted into the society. He learned language, trade, and most of all magic.
"Ouh nocsemo." Bakura smiled back ^Your welcome.^
"Kxoho'j u jkehm semadw." The man looked out towards the empty wasteland ^There's a storm coming^
"Ted'k nehho A'cc ro vado." Bakura replied ^Don't worry I'll be fine.^
"Muo Rah fhekosk oie." The man turned around and returned to his tent ^May Rah protect you.^
Bakura had survived storms before. They came and left like all the others. But this one was different.
The wind began to blow. Dust flew side to side making it hard to see. Then as Bakura walked into the windy desert the sand blew around him. Entrapping him within an eye of a storm. Bakura was confused as to what was happening. Then an eye appeared out of the sandstorm. It was the millenium eye. It glew brightly only a few feet away. Bakura walked there without having to worry about sand in his eyes. From the middle of his forehead an eye appeared as well. Bakura went into a trance. He only does that when he's using magic with the eye or talking to a spirit inside. Which is gone now.
^*^*^* Vision
Bakura walked about a maze. Stairs climbed up ways, down ways, sideways, and backwards. It looked as though it was a tomb. Bakura pulled out his millenium ring to find his way around. He came to a door that had an inscription on it. It read "What might be."
Bakura was confused, but was brought for a reason. He opened the door and he was at Yugis' Grandfathers game shop. Yugi was as tall as Joey had been in the 9th grade. Tea looked more beautiful and didn't talk as much. Tristan and Joey didn't seem to change. Yugi and Joey were dueling, as always Joey was losing. Tristan and Tea cheered them on. Yami stood aside watching, not cheering for anyone. Then the strange part. Behind Yugi came a looming shadow. It grew dark and cold as if they entered the shadow realm once again. The shadow became clearer as it came closer. It was Ryou. Either that or an evil mirror image.
^*^*^* Vision end
Then it all ended. Bakura was where he was standing when the storm hit. His dark cloak was sandy and dusty. He realized that something was going to happen to Yugi but in order to do that Bakura must escape the shadow realm. He was going to defeat the pharoah.
Ryou = Yami B.
Marik = Yami M
Malik = good
^^ = Translation
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It's been three years here in the shadow realm. It's not as bad as I used to think. The Shadow realm isn't a cold black world just an old Egyptian town. Tents, slaves, pyramids everything you'd expect. After my yami, Ryou, lost to Marik he ran off and left me with the dire consequences. An eternity in the shadow realm. Unlike Ryou, I have improved my abilities. I've dueled like no other. My powers grew greatly. I have things that could stay with me even if I don't have my millenium items with me. My hands are terrible weapons if used improperly. I can move things, people too, with the flick of my wrist. I could use my shadow powers to make any weapon that I wish to appear out of thin air in my hand. That power I never use. It has caused more pain than it had intended.
THRID PERSON
Bakura walked out of his tent that he had called home for the past 2 and a half years. He smiled as the moon rose over the windy desert. He sighed as he passed the palace that held the pharaoh. The pharaoh wasn't like Yami. He was cruel and unforgiving. Yet time to time had a soft side to those who had defeated him fairly. No shadow magic to cheat. But no one has ever done so. Bakura was determined to defeat the pharaoh and hopefully gain his freedom. The only way to regain freedom was to defeat the one that placed you there, Marik was the shadow pharaoh.
Nights were cold as much as days were hot. He wore a dark cloak. Hoping not to be seen during the night. Bakura had received the title of thief to the regal and Robin Hood to the peasants. He had taken the place of Ryou and stole for the poor, starving families. Before he had mastered his abilities he starved himself to help the ones who was near death. Bakura had given his food out today to a group of children that ate nothing for their lack of work ethic. Marik was a cruel pharaoh. Bakura despised him.
A skinny man in a white cloak approached Bakura. He smiled.
"Kxudb oie, Bakura." The man sad ^Thank you, Bakura^
In the shadow realm they spoke a language neither Egyptian nor English (or japanese whateva). Bakura had adapted into the society. He learned language, trade, and most of all magic.
"Ouh nocsemo." Bakura smiled back ^Your welcome.^
"Kxoho'j u jkehm semadw." The man looked out towards the empty wasteland ^There's a storm coming^
"Ted'k nehho A'cc ro vado." Bakura replied ^Don't worry I'll be fine.^
"Muo Rah fhekosk oie." The man turned around and returned to his tent ^May Rah protect you.^
Bakura had survived storms before. They came and left like all the others. But this one was different.
The wind began to blow. Dust flew side to side making it hard to see. Then as Bakura walked into the windy desert the sand blew around him. Entrapping him within an eye of a storm. Bakura was confused as to what was happening. Then an eye appeared out of the sandstorm. It was the millenium eye. It glew brightly only a few feet away. Bakura walked there without having to worry about sand in his eyes. From the middle of his forehead an eye appeared as well. Bakura went into a trance. He only does that when he's using magic with the eye or talking to a spirit inside. Which is gone now.
^*^*^* Vision
Bakura walked about a maze. Stairs climbed up ways, down ways, sideways, and backwards. It looked as though it was a tomb. Bakura pulled out his millenium ring to find his way around. He came to a door that had an inscription on it. It read "What might be."
Bakura was confused, but was brought for a reason. He opened the door and he was at Yugis' Grandfathers game shop. Yugi was as tall as Joey had been in the 9th grade. Tea looked more beautiful and didn't talk as much. Tristan and Joey didn't seem to change. Yugi and Joey were dueling, as always Joey was losing. Tristan and Tea cheered them on. Yami stood aside watching, not cheering for anyone. Then the strange part. Behind Yugi came a looming shadow. It grew dark and cold as if they entered the shadow realm once again. The shadow became clearer as it came closer. It was Ryou. Either that or an evil mirror image.
^*^*^* Vision end
Then it all ended. Bakura was where he was standing when the storm hit. His dark cloak was sandy and dusty. He realized that something was going to happen to Yugi but in order to do that Bakura must escape the shadow realm. He was going to defeat the pharoah.
