I scream out as the metal tipped whip tears into my already bleeding back, pain coursing thru my body. I hear dark chuckles from behind me as I tighten my grip on the chains that is keeping me tight on my feet. Here comes the worse part. The whip clanks to the floor before rough hands grip my already bruised hips, lifting me off my feet and forcing my broken wrists to support my body. I scream as I feel something hard and big thrust hard up my ass, thrusting in and out while blood trickles down. I shudder as a hand grips my member, pumping me into hardness while keeping up their pace. I scream again as they thrust into my prostate, making sick pleasure course thru my veins. I start to reach my end when the fingers on my member suddenly constrict the base of my member, denying me relief as they thrust even harder into me. I scream until my voice gives out once again, then nothing could tune out the voice of my tormentor, whispering in my ear that I am worthless, a whore, their bitch. Tears run down my face as they finally cum in me, pain searing my ass while I came hard in their hand. They pull out and simple drop my legs, cum and blood running down them. My head hangs low as footsteps walk away, content with their work for now, But they pause at the door, I can feel their eyes on me and my battered body."You will never escape, slave… or should I call you Pharaoh?" They mock. I only close my eyes and whimper, the pain too much for me to handle. "I thought so." They cackle before the door squeals shut. Sobs escape my lips when I know I am alone.
"Ra, Isis, Osiris, anyone, please deliver me from my torment and return me to my friends. I will pay any price you lay down upon me if it means my life." I think desperately. A breeze flows through me, bitter cold; making me shiver at its icy touch.
"Any price?" A voice echoes, a woman's. I slowly pull my head up to see a beautiful woman standing before me. Her silver hair flows in a unfelt breeze. Silver eyes shine with mercy and kindness as a smile tugs at her lips. She could be a few inches shorter than me if I was standing normally. She is dressed in Egyptian garb, a flowing skirt also blowing in the unfelt breeze. Cuffs decorate her body, all in silver. What seems like opals and moonstone glimmer even in the shadows, whispering power under their reflective surface. But I can see right thru her, like a spirit in the afterlife.
"I have something, a gift that will lead you to your friends and give you the power to journey to them. But the price is high for such services. I don't even know if you can survive it." She says as a ghostly hand cups my cheek, wiping away some tears.
"Any price. Help." I begged sorely, my vocal cords hurt from all the screaming I've done from the moment in this hell. I could only hope she will give me this gift despite the chance I could die.
"Very well, Mighty Pharaoh Atemu. I place within your heart, the last of the blood of the sun. I seal and awaken it with my own blood. You pay the price of your shadow powers and your mortality for my gift!" I suddenly scream as she stabs my heart with a gold crystal dagger. She breaks it at the hilt, keeping the blade deep my heart. Pain even worse then my torture runs throughout my body. I close my eyes as the blade sinks deep, melting into my body. I feel like something in me is about to shatter, making me fear of what would happen if it does. "Awaken, reborn soul. I give my blood as my sacrifice. Rewrite this mortal's tale, make him a new slate! Let nothing bound him here no longer!" The woman yells as fire raced thru my vein when I feel something wet flicked onto my skin. I howl in agony as whatever in me shatter and I feel something flee from my body. Then everything still suddenly, I pant as the fire still races thru my body, strength flooding into my tired body. I pull my head back up to see the woman become faint.
"Our pact is made in the blood of moon and sun. You will go thru more pain before you get to safety. Keep your wish strong in your heart and you will reach your friends!" She yells before fading altogether. I only bow my head, waiting for something to happen. Just when I thought I got tricked by him again, something chimes above my head. I pull my head up again and look at my hands. My fingers of became encased in some kind of reflective nail. I realize I got talons! Each time the talons touch one another, they chime like wine glasses. Before I could stop myself, 3 talons slip into the lock, the sharp tips, almost 3 inches from the tip of my finger, start to fiddle inside the lock. After a few moments of clicking and chiming, the shackle clicks open and my hand falls to my side. My hand feels heavy with the talons, but I pay it no mind as my other hand also slip 3 talons into the other shackle, unlocking in only a matter of seconds. I collapsed onto my knees, my whole body shaking from the stress from standing for so long. My talons dig into the stone, noting they cut into it with very little effort. I start to stand when I find myself that I couldn't move. I howl in pain again while it feels like my legs are being broken and reforming. I could feel them getting longer, more muscle being pulled over the longer bones. The feeling in my legs goes numb as everything goes still again. Tears flow freely as I pant shallow breaths, my ribs cracked from recent activities. I also notice the room seems to be getting brighter, the dark receding from the corners of the room. Sound floods into my mind as my hearing becomes so sensitive. I cover my ears and hold back a scream, my talons clanging on something on my head. The noise doesn't help things but my hearing settles down. Then my sense of smell makes me cringe. I could smell the metal above me, the dank, musty smell of the stones, but the smell of blood, both old and new, overpowers them all. I gag as I try to tune out the smells, dry heaving while the smells dull. I shiver as my skin becomes sensitive, the cold overpowering my body. I could also feel what seems like a hard scab over my entire back. Something rips themselves from the scab, the sound breaking glass filling the air as something grows from the base of my spine. I almost faint from the pain, darkness encroaching my vision. But something pulls me back to full awareness, some kind of instinct. Everything seems to calm down after that, making me wary.
I try to move my legs, finally looking at them. My eyes open wide when I see gold scales cover my legs, which seems to be the hind legs of a dragon. A long tale sways beside them, 3 spikes on either side at the end. I also note that scales cover my arms and shoulders, flowing up on either side of my neck. I gently touch my face with my palms, since the scales also cover the back of my hands. I can feel scales on my cheeks when my talons once again chime on something in my hair. I work my way up to my hair, finding 5 smooth horns has grown into my hair, following each of my spikes in my hair. Something twitch on my back, I glance behind me to see a majestic wing, two of them. Fin like structures forms around them, counting 6 total from what I can see. I try opening them, finding them with a massive wingspan of roughly 10 feet when they open on the first try. I move my tail as well, finding I could move it easily. I get my new legs under me, each of my new feet having 4 of the same talons, and try to stand. My hips buckle and I land on my arms instead, my hips a little higher than my shoulders. I try to stand on the hind legs again, only getting the same results.
I sigh before I walk like a cat to the door, my body aching with every step. I test the knob, finding the door locked. Setting down on my hind legs like a dog, my hands move to the key hole, first, 3 talons slip in, then 2 more, each clicking inside the door. I hope I don't attract any attention with the noise as the lock comes undone with a heavy thud and the door pops open. I cringe at the squealing door hinges as I open the door wide enough to slip out with minimal space and close the door gently, the lock thudding back into place immediately. I creep thru the halls like a scared cat, for lack of a better description, unnerve by the emptiness of the hall. No servants, no guards, not even the duel monsters loyal to him. I shudder in fear before taking a right at a crossways, finding myself with a row of windows which are open to the shadow realm to my left.
Suddenly, boots thumps fill the air, coming from ahead. Reacting on instinct, I jump thru a window, falling from a high point. My wings open up on their own, flapping profusely to stop the speed of falling. Then I hover in the air, I look up to the windows high above me, shadows passing them in rhythm.
I thank the mystery goddess for her aid and I take off, flying fast away from my tormentors. I know I don't have much time before they discover me gone. And I dread what they would do to me if I get caught. I tremble in fear of them, making me wobble in flight. But I remember what the being told me, Memories long since forgotten by my pain and fear arise once more. Me and my friends in ancient Egypt, my father, and his gentle ways.
Even Isis and Set cross my mind. I give a smile, the first I had in a long time, as hope awakens in my heart and the fire in my veins react. My body suddenly veer to the left, something telling me to fly this way. I don't know where I am going, but since I don't know anything about the land since I was stuck in a dungeon… I shudder as I stop my thoughts from going any farther. Silence fills the air around me as the dark sky shimmer with dark purples and blues. I can't tell much I traveled, but I could see something high above me, a wall or a high cliff. My body reacts to an impulse, my wings tucking themselves away as I dive towards the ground far below. I would of scream if the wind hadn't forced my mouth shut. About 200 feet left between me and the ground, my wings suddenly open, making me take a quick u-turn back into the air. I see that I am approaching the cliff at a high speed, still high above me. I slow down as the force of the dive exhaust itself, making me flap my wings to pick up the slack.
I almost miss sinking my talons into the black rock, exhausted from trying to fly up to the cliff with my wings alone. Now I know why my body suddenly take that dive. I wouldn't have made it here without it. I sink my other hand into the black rock using what little strength I have to pull my body onto the cliff face, only hanging on by my talons. Then pain once again encase my body, making it feel like it is being torn apart, replace, stitched back together. I hold on to the memory of Mahado as my strength as my world goes black, silent, and numb. I can't even feel the pain anymore. After what seems like an eternity, my senses come crashing back to life. My whole body trembles, even my wings and tail. My skin hurt, my scales hurt, even my hair.
Clueless as I am on what just happened, that become the last thing on my mind as my ears pick up on an angry screech coming from the direction of the twisted castle. 3 screams of rage really. With fear and desperation fueling my body, I climb hastily up, using my talons to grip the stone. I couldn't tell you how long I climb, time seems to stand still here in the shadow realm. Even with the looming fact I could be recaptured over my head, my body is slowing down. Exhaustion taking the place of the fear and desperate need to climb. By sheer luck, I find a small cave opening in the cliff face. I slowly climb in, barely big enough to house me after a tight squeeze inside. But I curl up on my side, my tail wrapped around me and resting my head on the spikes. Sleep claims me as a shadow pass the cave opening.