I'm really sorry about my old first chapter. Way too short. This one should be much better.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING IN THIS FIC WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE WAY THESHADOW REALM WORKS. TOUCH IT AND ALL FLAMES WILL BE REDIRECTED FROM ANZU TO YOU. JUST A FRIENDLY WARNING.
Also, I have never found out how the series ends, so please find other things to flame me for.
Egypt's ancient key
Chapter One
Five thousand years is a long time. A very, very long time. Think of it like this: days can seem like the longest time ever. Memory can barely stretch over eighty years. A life rarely makes one hundred years, at which point so much time has passed that youth is totally forgotten. Five thousand years was so long ago, even history has forgotten some of it because of the time. Five thousand years.
This forgotten and seemingly non-existent time was the set of Egypt's most interesting, and subsequently most forgotten era. One of the most forgotten things is the existence of the millennium items. Seven in all, they were created to house some of the raw power that existed then. They almost worked too well. People forgot the powerful forces that pulsed from the shadow realm. They took the safety of the items for granted. Wars broke out through their awesome power, which were ironically played out through games. Games of great danger and dimension twisting power known as "shadow games". Afterwards, the items were dormant. For five thousand years. Five thousand years of building power, and waiting for suitable bearers who could unleash said powers. All, with the exception of the Puzzle, Rod, and Eye, remained dormant until the fateful and highly unlikely day the Ankh found an outlet of it's very own…
It was raining. The whole place was barely recognizable because of it. It reminded Stephanie of London. She had been living in London with her parents when her uncle died. So she had boarded a jet liner and flown to New York with her parents. It had rained since they got there. She couldn't help thinking that the whole thing was a lot like a movie, or a cheesy paperback romance novel. Only movies and books usually fail to mention that people then to wear several layers of clothing to a funeral. Several highly absorbent layers of clothing. So her dress (or at least the outermost layer of it) was sagging in the mud around her late uncle's grave. The minister was droning on about life after death. Steph thought it was rubbish. They only had a minister because nobody could remember how an ancient Egyptian funeral was supposed to go, her mother inclusive. And that is saying something. Isis ishtar could always seem to find out anything, no matter how obscure it was. It also seemed awkward to hold the funeral of a man who had lived in an arid climate his whole life in the pouring rain.
They finally finished the service. Oddly enough, nobody cried. Nobody had been close enough to Shadi to cry for him. The only person present who looked more than slightly pained was a man named Yugi. He spent the whole time looking at something a little above and beyond Isis' shoulder. Steph, who knew nobody, simply stood there and did her best to keep the other layers of her dress out of the mud. As they were going to leave, Isis pulled her aside.
"I want you to meet some people," she said. "And you also have to be present when Shadi's will is read. I don't know how he knows you, but you apparently still get some inheritance. Don't worry about a thing. It's probably nothing dangerous." She patted Steph on the head and led her over to where Yugi was standing. Isis and Yugi spoke for around twenty minutes. Steph stood there and added to a mental journal of the day's proceedings so far. It took a depressingly short amount of time. Then she spoke briefly to Yugi about typical things. How's eighth grade, are you feeling all right, etc., etc. This, thankfully, halted abruptly when the will was read. (PAY ATTENTION!!!!!!) Steph, her mother, Yugi, and three other people filed into a dreary room with an even more dreary old man sitting behind the desk at one end. The inheritance was meager. Isis got the small estate that was left. Yugi got an ancient looking gold balance and an equally ancient golden key. These were the only things of any value given at all. Of course, other than a few select passages that were read to Steph:
'For my niece, I will leave a warning. Your inheritance is not to be misused. It is not to be taken for granted. It is not at all wonderful, only powerful. Please exercise the caution that I was too foolish to remember'
And absolutely nobody in the room knew what he was talking about.
Hahahaha! I'm so going to leave you in semi-suspenseful suspense! Please review. No gas flames. Alternitave fuels all the way, dude!
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING IN THIS FIC WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE WAY THESHADOW REALM WORKS. TOUCH IT AND ALL FLAMES WILL BE REDIRECTED FROM ANZU TO YOU. JUST A FRIENDLY WARNING.
Also, I have never found out how the series ends, so please find other things to flame me for.
Egypt's ancient key
Chapter One
Five thousand years is a long time. A very, very long time. Think of it like this: days can seem like the longest time ever. Memory can barely stretch over eighty years. A life rarely makes one hundred years, at which point so much time has passed that youth is totally forgotten. Five thousand years was so long ago, even history has forgotten some of it because of the time. Five thousand years.
This forgotten and seemingly non-existent time was the set of Egypt's most interesting, and subsequently most forgotten era. One of the most forgotten things is the existence of the millennium items. Seven in all, they were created to house some of the raw power that existed then. They almost worked too well. People forgot the powerful forces that pulsed from the shadow realm. They took the safety of the items for granted. Wars broke out through their awesome power, which were ironically played out through games. Games of great danger and dimension twisting power known as "shadow games". Afterwards, the items were dormant. For five thousand years. Five thousand years of building power, and waiting for suitable bearers who could unleash said powers. All, with the exception of the Puzzle, Rod, and Eye, remained dormant until the fateful and highly unlikely day the Ankh found an outlet of it's very own…
It was raining. The whole place was barely recognizable because of it. It reminded Stephanie of London. She had been living in London with her parents when her uncle died. So she had boarded a jet liner and flown to New York with her parents. It had rained since they got there. She couldn't help thinking that the whole thing was a lot like a movie, or a cheesy paperback romance novel. Only movies and books usually fail to mention that people then to wear several layers of clothing to a funeral. Several highly absorbent layers of clothing. So her dress (or at least the outermost layer of it) was sagging in the mud around her late uncle's grave. The minister was droning on about life after death. Steph thought it was rubbish. They only had a minister because nobody could remember how an ancient Egyptian funeral was supposed to go, her mother inclusive. And that is saying something. Isis ishtar could always seem to find out anything, no matter how obscure it was. It also seemed awkward to hold the funeral of a man who had lived in an arid climate his whole life in the pouring rain.
They finally finished the service. Oddly enough, nobody cried. Nobody had been close enough to Shadi to cry for him. The only person present who looked more than slightly pained was a man named Yugi. He spent the whole time looking at something a little above and beyond Isis' shoulder. Steph, who knew nobody, simply stood there and did her best to keep the other layers of her dress out of the mud. As they were going to leave, Isis pulled her aside.
"I want you to meet some people," she said. "And you also have to be present when Shadi's will is read. I don't know how he knows you, but you apparently still get some inheritance. Don't worry about a thing. It's probably nothing dangerous." She patted Steph on the head and led her over to where Yugi was standing. Isis and Yugi spoke for around twenty minutes. Steph stood there and added to a mental journal of the day's proceedings so far. It took a depressingly short amount of time. Then she spoke briefly to Yugi about typical things. How's eighth grade, are you feeling all right, etc., etc. This, thankfully, halted abruptly when the will was read. (PAY ATTENTION!!!!!!) Steph, her mother, Yugi, and three other people filed into a dreary room with an even more dreary old man sitting behind the desk at one end. The inheritance was meager. Isis got the small estate that was left. Yugi got an ancient looking gold balance and an equally ancient golden key. These were the only things of any value given at all. Of course, other than a few select passages that were read to Steph:
'For my niece, I will leave a warning. Your inheritance is not to be misused. It is not to be taken for granted. It is not at all wonderful, only powerful. Please exercise the caution that I was too foolish to remember'
And absolutely nobody in the room knew what he was talking about.
Hahahaha! I'm so going to leave you in semi-suspenseful suspense! Please review. No gas flames. Alternitave fuels all the way, dude!