Yami, great Pharaoh and King of games only lost one game in his entire
life. His sparkling Purple eyes full of determination became filled with
fear as he watched his opponent's sword come down upon his chest in order
to deliver one final deadly hit.
The one who was said to be unstoppable, collapsed down to his knees. He brought his hand to his chest on the wound from which his scarlet fluid of life escaped. He completely fell, face down, learning what he thought was his last lesson; life isn't a game, neither is a sword duel. Therefore, gambling your life isn't worth it.
He was assured to win this challenge as well, but he lost due to lack of experience in wielding weapons. As we all know, all kings must fall one day or another and, even though he was pretty young, his time had come. Yami's blood dripped down from his gash and eventually, death crushed him in its dark jaws. His soul seperated from his now worthless body and instead of being reincarnated into something else, as all Egyptians believed, the next thing he saw was the cold and dark hell of eternity...
He wanted to freely begin a new life but his soul was doomed to live entrapped inside of a golden puzzle known as the millenium puzzle he, himself, created along with seven other millenium items in order to imprison the most powerful game of magic he ever witnessed. Great Pharaohs played what they called 'The Shadow Game' a much more dangerous and darker version of what is known nowadays as duel monsters. It involved magical ceremonies during which monsters were summoned and spells were cast in reality against an opponent. The only goal was to defeat the other and losing one match meant your death. It's obvious it didn't take long before 'The Shadow Game' got completely out of control and threatened to destroy Earth. Yami succeeded stopping that just in time...
After a while living in what was an endless dark single room, Yami realized his fate was to remain in this golden hell until someone freed him just like a genie in a bottle. He wondered, if there really was so much magic in that little item, why wasn't there anything beside himself?
Meanwhile, in the outside world, the one who slained 'The King of Games' decided to take the millenium puzzle apart and he buried the shattered pieces deep underground in Yami's tomb to make sure no one would find it. On the other hand, he was assured that if anyone found it, they wouldn't even be able to put it back together due to its high difficulty. No one would want to play with it long enough to find the solution anyway.
As days... years... decades... and centuries passed, Yami hoped for someone to find the puzzle and assemble it so he could finally be released. During all that time, he made himself at home when he discovered how to unlock the magic kept inside the different pieces and he used it on himself in order to developt some supernatural skills just like the monsters had. With those new powers, he reproduced the place he used to live in; a labyrinth. Only a great gamer would wish to dwell inside of a maze full of tricky traps.
Eternity could be seen as a gift by many, but to Yami, it was just an everlasting torture because he had to face it alone. He often wondered if the gods had punished him by keeping his soul inside the millenium puzzle for gambling his life instead of being granted the wish to start all over again in a new body. Of course, these were only his beliefs, was he wrong? Yami had plenty of time to think about that...
He wished he could have committed suicide but it's nearly impossible to kill a soul. He was so lonely and felt even more desperate as memories of his ancient Egyptian love flowed back to his mind. His princess, the person he cared for the most in the whole world. The long lost love he longed to have by his side once more; Nethermu, named after the Egyptian word and name 'Netermu' which meant "Constantly doing good with devotion and tenderness".
Yami could easily remember sitting on his throne staring into his wife's icy colbat blue eyes and moving his fingers through her long shiny ebony hair. Her skin had a perfect tan and she was slightly shorter than the Pharaoh who wasn't that tall himself.
Yami thought about his own body when he still lived as well. Aside from those extremely strange violet eyes, he had fair skin and a semi-muscular build. His spiked and lustrous gold hair with a hint of black and scarlet red attracted the sight of more than one curious. He was a gorgeous lad and Nethermu was the most pretty lady he had ever seen.
One day, a middle-aged man travelled to Egypt with a group of friends to explore ancient Egyptian tombs. In one of them, he discovered the millenium puzzle. That man was Sugoroku Mutou. By that time, 'The Shadow Game' locked away in the millenium items was played once more but under the form of harmless dueling cards.
When Sugoroku first grabbed the puzzle pieces, Yami felt the man's warm presence within his soul. He soon understood that someone had finally found the puzzle but there was still one more challenge before he could be free; to assemble it. After countless frustrating tries, Sugoroku Mutou gave up trying to restore the pyramid to its original form. Yami wished he could have found a way to communicate with the new puzzle owner when he felt the man on the edge of abandonning. He wanted to teach him how to do it but even with his magic skills, it was impossible. All his high hopes were now crushed to dust. The idea of being helplessly confined in his own creation was beginning to become unbearable and it drove him crazy.
More time passed during which Yami began to create poems like he used to for his Nethermu. The only difference was that those were much darkers and he sang them to entertain himself...
"Memories of a warm breeze blowing on my face
My feet in the sands of time heated by the sweet sunlight
My soul can't keep up the pace
With the feelings within my heart, my inner fight
Time is precious for everybody
We never have enough of it on our hands
But imagine that this great ally becomes deadly
And fate decides against you, it stands...
Then you're lost and eventually fall in the pit of despair
As black tidal waves of emotions wash all your hopes away
You wish you could put an end to this right there
But to the shore of feelings, the chains make you stay...
There is no sea of dreams in the desert of harsh reality
Only sandstorms of chaos striking me repeatively
I dwell, eternally lost in loneliness
Can somebody come and rescue me from this blackness?"
To be continued...
The one who was said to be unstoppable, collapsed down to his knees. He brought his hand to his chest on the wound from which his scarlet fluid of life escaped. He completely fell, face down, learning what he thought was his last lesson; life isn't a game, neither is a sword duel. Therefore, gambling your life isn't worth it.
He was assured to win this challenge as well, but he lost due to lack of experience in wielding weapons. As we all know, all kings must fall one day or another and, even though he was pretty young, his time had come. Yami's blood dripped down from his gash and eventually, death crushed him in its dark jaws. His soul seperated from his now worthless body and instead of being reincarnated into something else, as all Egyptians believed, the next thing he saw was the cold and dark hell of eternity...
He wanted to freely begin a new life but his soul was doomed to live entrapped inside of a golden puzzle known as the millenium puzzle he, himself, created along with seven other millenium items in order to imprison the most powerful game of magic he ever witnessed. Great Pharaohs played what they called 'The Shadow Game' a much more dangerous and darker version of what is known nowadays as duel monsters. It involved magical ceremonies during which monsters were summoned and spells were cast in reality against an opponent. The only goal was to defeat the other and losing one match meant your death. It's obvious it didn't take long before 'The Shadow Game' got completely out of control and threatened to destroy Earth. Yami succeeded stopping that just in time...
After a while living in what was an endless dark single room, Yami realized his fate was to remain in this golden hell until someone freed him just like a genie in a bottle. He wondered, if there really was so much magic in that little item, why wasn't there anything beside himself?
Meanwhile, in the outside world, the one who slained 'The King of Games' decided to take the millenium puzzle apart and he buried the shattered pieces deep underground in Yami's tomb to make sure no one would find it. On the other hand, he was assured that if anyone found it, they wouldn't even be able to put it back together due to its high difficulty. No one would want to play with it long enough to find the solution anyway.
As days... years... decades... and centuries passed, Yami hoped for someone to find the puzzle and assemble it so he could finally be released. During all that time, he made himself at home when he discovered how to unlock the magic kept inside the different pieces and he used it on himself in order to developt some supernatural skills just like the monsters had. With those new powers, he reproduced the place he used to live in; a labyrinth. Only a great gamer would wish to dwell inside of a maze full of tricky traps.
Eternity could be seen as a gift by many, but to Yami, it was just an everlasting torture because he had to face it alone. He often wondered if the gods had punished him by keeping his soul inside the millenium puzzle for gambling his life instead of being granted the wish to start all over again in a new body. Of course, these were only his beliefs, was he wrong? Yami had plenty of time to think about that...
He wished he could have committed suicide but it's nearly impossible to kill a soul. He was so lonely and felt even more desperate as memories of his ancient Egyptian love flowed back to his mind. His princess, the person he cared for the most in the whole world. The long lost love he longed to have by his side once more; Nethermu, named after the Egyptian word and name 'Netermu' which meant "Constantly doing good with devotion and tenderness".
Yami could easily remember sitting on his throne staring into his wife's icy colbat blue eyes and moving his fingers through her long shiny ebony hair. Her skin had a perfect tan and she was slightly shorter than the Pharaoh who wasn't that tall himself.
Yami thought about his own body when he still lived as well. Aside from those extremely strange violet eyes, he had fair skin and a semi-muscular build. His spiked and lustrous gold hair with a hint of black and scarlet red attracted the sight of more than one curious. He was a gorgeous lad and Nethermu was the most pretty lady he had ever seen.
One day, a middle-aged man travelled to Egypt with a group of friends to explore ancient Egyptian tombs. In one of them, he discovered the millenium puzzle. That man was Sugoroku Mutou. By that time, 'The Shadow Game' locked away in the millenium items was played once more but under the form of harmless dueling cards.
When Sugoroku first grabbed the puzzle pieces, Yami felt the man's warm presence within his soul. He soon understood that someone had finally found the puzzle but there was still one more challenge before he could be free; to assemble it. After countless frustrating tries, Sugoroku Mutou gave up trying to restore the pyramid to its original form. Yami wished he could have found a way to communicate with the new puzzle owner when he felt the man on the edge of abandonning. He wanted to teach him how to do it but even with his magic skills, it was impossible. All his high hopes were now crushed to dust. The idea of being helplessly confined in his own creation was beginning to become unbearable and it drove him crazy.
More time passed during which Yami began to create poems like he used to for his Nethermu. The only difference was that those were much darkers and he sang them to entertain himself...
"Memories of a warm breeze blowing on my face
My feet in the sands of time heated by the sweet sunlight
My soul can't keep up the pace
With the feelings within my heart, my inner fight
Time is precious for everybody
We never have enough of it on our hands
But imagine that this great ally becomes deadly
And fate decides against you, it stands...
Then you're lost and eventually fall in the pit of despair
As black tidal waves of emotions wash all your hopes away
You wish you could put an end to this right there
But to the shore of feelings, the chains make you stay...
There is no sea of dreams in the desert of harsh reality
Only sandstorms of chaos striking me repeatively
I dwell, eternally lost in loneliness
Can somebody come and rescue me from this blackness?"
To be continued...