Shadow Lords of Duelling
A major crossover of FF8 and Yu-gi-oh
PROLOGUE
'It's time great one, the girl we've been following has arrived at Duelling city to meet up with Ms Trepe and Greyback at the rock drop point' muttered a cloaked figure to the shadowy spectre gliding around the ancient alter.
The shadow spectre took on the form of a beautiful middle aged woman with golden, hawk like eyes which pierced the souls of any who were foolish enough to look directly into them.
'Excellent' she replied in a husky voice ' bring in that scar faced traitor in, I must re-establish the link, then send him to capture Heartily at duelling city and to take over the city from Seifer's control. Prepare his disks and creatures for the mission. Heartily is an accomplished magic user and he may need help, now bring the traitor in now!' The cloaked figure gave a deep servant like bow and left the alter and the chamber.
The cell was cramped and dirty and the cold wind slinked in through the pig iron bars that covered the windows in each and every cell. The silent young man sat quietly in his cell brooding about his present predicament when a loud set of footsteps echoed along the hallway. The other prisoners whimpered and huddled away in the corner of their cells, when footsteps were heard that pain was on the way.
'SQUALL! Where are you, ya filthy turncoat!' yelled an armoured figure shaking random bars as he crossed Prisoners halls.
'I'm here you brain dead urchin' replied a young man with icy blue eyes and messy brown hair sitting quietly on the floor of the cell, the wind blowing through the bars covering the window, blowing back the bangs in his hair back in a comical fashion. The guard hastily opened the cell and pulled Squall to his feet and slapping him sharply across the head.
'You're to be presented to her mighty magnificence immediately so move it you…' the guard paused, unable to think of a suitable curse word.
Squall was roughly shoved across the hallway towards the spectres lair.
The spectre heard the sounds of heavy footsteps coming towards her inner sanctum. She resumed her golden eyed human form and sat upon her cushioned throne chair.
Two men entered and walked towards her, one was a middle aged man wearing chain mail and two axes at his waist and the other was young perhaps 17 or 18 years of age with a deep scar that crossed across the bridge of his nose.
'Bring the traitor to me' she said in her usual husky voice. The guard shoved the prisoners to the floor in front of her throne and quickly left the sanctum bowing with every other step.
'It has been a long time hasn't Squall?'
'Two years Edea' replied Squall quietly, squirming under her piercing stare.
'It's time two re-establish the link' Edea turned back into her spectre form and her tendrils of darkness enveloped him.
'Nnnnnoooooo!' screamed Squall as his world turned black.